The news that the seventh princess was punished by the prince for copying Buddhist scriptures spread throughout the palace in less than a quarter of an hour, and even Zhou's mother came to confirm whether it was true, and Qin Sheng passed with a smile.

After Qin Sheng had dinner, he caught Linglong, who wanted to escape quietly, pulled him back to his house, closed the door, took out pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and Buddhist scriptures and began to copy.

"Linglong, you go for a snack, this doesn't look like my words." Qin Sheng clicked on a word on the paper and said.

"My princess, I've copied so much, who is talking about reading word by word!" Linglong wrote down a word as she spoke.

Qin Sheng thought of what he was talking about, and continued to write hard, and after a while, the two of them copied out a bunch of books. Qin Sheng saw that the two of them had copied a little bit left, so he took out a box of small snacks and ate them with Linglong.

"Come, Linglong, the flower cake my brother made for me said that it can be used for beauty and beauty, come and compensate us."

"Eh, princess, if you don't say it, I'm almost forgetting the delicious taste of Young Master Ou's cooking."

"There is one more point, let's continue later, and it will definitely be completed before the third watch."

"Linglong thinks so. Tomorrow morning, the princess remembers to ask rouge to groom you, and the slave will definitely not be able to get up. ”

"You think I can? Have you forgotten how hard it was to wake me up and put on my makeup? Qin Sheng looked at Linglong in disbelief.

"You have to send the Buddhist scriptures to the prince early tomorrow morning, but you can't go too late, you have to go late again, who can stand it if you copy the Buddhist scriptures again?"

"What if I can't get up."

Linglong spread it on the table and said weakly: "You can afford it if you can't get up." ”

Linglong took a deep breath and continued to copy the Buddhist scriptures. Qin Sheng finished the last bite and continued to copy.

Before the watchman, the two of them finished copying the Buddhist scriptures, the two stretched their waists, rubbed the sore places on their bodies, Qin Sheng looked at Linglong who was about to close her eyes, and urged her to hurry back to her room to sleep. Linglong told her several times that she must hand over the Buddhist scriptures early tomorrow morning, and then went back to her room.

Qin Sheng watched Linglong walk away without a shadow, looking at the quiet courtyard, the moon in the sky was shining, and he climbed onto his roof on a whim.

"Eh, it's a bit high. Who? Who's there? Qin Sheng finally found a wooden ladder, and it took a lot of effort to climb up, and when he climbed up, he saw that a man in white almost scared himself to death.

Fang Zhiyu himself didn't know why he didn't sleep at night, and he had to listen to the conversation between the master and servant on the roof, Qin Sheng was far more interesting than what Qin Xuan said. As soon as he was about to leave, he found that Qin Sheng had climbed up by himself.

"You don't know me?" Fang Zhiyu replied?

"Why should I know you?" Qin Sheng replied as he sat down far away from the man in white, wrapping his legs around and looking at the sky.

"Eh, man in white, do you know me?" Qin Sheng asked rhetorically?

"You know, isn't it only the princess in this place?" Fang Zhiyu replied nonchalantly.

"Ah, the princess also has a handmaiden." Qin Sheng retorted.

"And you're a handmaiden?" Fang Zhiyu asked rhetorically?

"That's right. My name is Linglong. Fang Zhiyu watched Qin Sheng lie to herself without changing her face, and couldn't figure out for a moment whether she was pretending to be stupid or really stupid?

Qin Sheng didn't speak when he saw the man in white, he felt that he was also bored, looking at the starry sky in the sky, he felt that this point was also great.

"Eh, man in white, you see that's the northern constellation, my dad told me about it before, look."

Fang Zhiyu looked at the little face next to him who was full of interest, he usually didn't like to talk about it, and said, "Well, yes." ”

"Eh, I don't know what Dad is doing? Man in white, are you a counselor in the palace? ”

"Why do you say that?" Fang Zhiyu asked.

"Although you are dressed in white, there are a few shallow traces of ink on your right cuff; Secondly, you will unconsciously rub your index finger with your thumb, which usually occurs when you are thinking. The most important thing is that you don't talk much and are cautious. ”

"I am."

"Ha, I know I'm right."