Li Qingmu stood in the corner, looking at the appearance of Caizhu, he knew that another person was fascinated by Wu Fengtian.

But it's no wonder that Caizhu is really an outlier compared to the big moon man. There is a little less cold like a rush wind in his words and actions, but a little more gentle and elegant ease.

When such a special person appears in front of him, anyone can't help but take a few more looks.

After Caizhu retreated, there were only three people left in the study: King Jin, Wu Fengtian, and Li Qingmu.

It's just that King Jin and Wu Fengtian are sitting outside, while Li Qingmu is standing in the corner, quiet as if there is no such person as her.

Wu Fengtian glanced back at Li Qingmu, who had integrated himself into the ranks of the study, and smiled at King Jin, "You still keep this dumb girl?" ”

"Keep it." King Jin's deep eyes flashed with a hint of playfulness, "This king has not encountered such an interesting thing for a long time, and he must understand things clearly before he can be willing." ”

Wu Fengtian's slender fingers lightly twisted the delicate purple sand teacup, and the smile on his face was still faint, "Did you ruin her face and put her as a slave by your side, in order to inspire her to work harder to assassinate you?" ”

"That's how fun it is!" King Jin took a sip of the teacup, diverted the topic, and said with a smile, "You can talk to me about the interesting things at the border again." ”

Wu Fengtian swept his gaze from Li Qingmu's body and talked to King Jin about what he had seen and heard on this trip.

Li Qingmu looked at the large bamboo forest outside the study, listening to the rustle of bamboo leaves inside, and his thoughts drifted far, far away.

With a chill in his eyebrows, Li Qingmu retracted his thoughts.

Looking back, he saw that King Jin was standing in front of him, and a wolf stained with ink was on the scar on his forehead.

This one-inch-long, scarred on the center of the eyebrows, was picked by Li Qingmu with a hairpin when he assassinated King Jin a year ago and was unsuccessful.

At that time, I was able to see the bones, if it weren't for Wu Fengtian's superb medical skills, I was afraid that the scar on Li Qingmu's eyebrows would definitely not be such a small piece.

"Don't move." Seeing that Li Qingmu came back to his senses, King Jin stretched out his left hand to grab Li Qingmu's chin, and the wolf in his hand slowly moved between Li Qingmu's forehead.

With just a few strokes, a small ink-colored flower bloomed on Li Qingmu's forehead, like a flower, lining Li Qingmu's full forehead to become whiter and whiter.

"I'm still young." King Jin looked at Li Qingmu's immature face and said with a smile, "But it is not a face that is overwhelming." ”

King Jin is eighteen years old this year, and his figure is really tall compared to eleven-year-old Li Qingmu.

Li Qingmu raised his head, only looking at King Jin with his big eyes, his eyes were as calm as waves, and there was no emotion.

Letting go of Li Qingmu's chin, King Jin put the wolf in his hand back on the pear wood pen holder, and said with a smile, "If you don't succeed this year, then the king will turn the scar on your eyebrows into a cross." ”

The tone of the wind was clear, as if he was discussing the improper color of the grinding that Li Qingmu had studied today.

Li Qingmu glanced at King Jin contemptuously, slid his gaze to the depths of the bamboo forest again, and said coldly, "I will succeed." ”

"If you can't succeed in the year of Jilu, this king can only carve a flower in the center of your eyebrows to show your uselessness."

Li Qingmu stopped talking, and became the dumb bar standing in the corner again.

King Jin stood behind the wide desk, replaced a wolf hair, and sprinkled ink on the pure white rice paper, "Just now, Wu Fengtian said to this king that he can heal the scar on your eyebrows." ”

King Jin looked back at Li Qingmu, who was still unwavering, and smiled playfully, "The condition is that you go with him." ”