Jiang Chengyuan looked at her, sighed almost invisibly, and said, "Tonight is the first quarter moon." ”

"Forehead ......"

Zhao Wanqing was a little embarrassed, and took the opportunity to lie down on the desk: "It seems that His Highness has already read it...... You see the moon doesn't call me ......"

Zhao Wanqing was still cross-legged, but her entire upper body was leaning on the desk, and her hand was stretched out, but she hadn't touched Jiang Chengyuan's important documents yet.

Looking at her unorthodox and unsightly sitting posture, Jiang Chengyuan didn't say anything, but picked up a thick ancient book and put it next to the back of Zhao Wanqing's head.

Zhao Wanqing saw his hands rise and fall, so she turned her head to take a look, then took the book and pillowed her head, and continued to lie comfortably on the desk.

"Your Highness......" she spoke again.

Jiang Chengyuan looked down at the letters coming from all over the place, and still said unhurriedly: "What's the matter?" ”

Zhao Wanqing looked complacent: "It's nothing, I just want to talk to you." ”

"Heh......" Jiang Chengyuan chuckled, but he could hear a hint of happiness in his helplessness.

Zhao Wanqing's little fingers were a little restless on the desk, she looked at Jiang Chengyuan, then at the back of her hand, at Jiang Chengyuan, and then at her palm.

After repeating this a few times, Zhao Wanqing finally mustered up the courage to sit up straight and asked Jiang Chengyuan: "Your Highness, Weichen has some knowledge and wants to ask His Highness for advice." ”

Jiang Chengyuan didn't raise his head: "Say." ”

Zhao Wanqing stretched out her left hand to him, and asked in a crepe manner, "Can you borrow a pen?" ”

Jiang Chengyuan paused and handed her the pen.

After Zhao Wanqing took it with her left hand, she switched to her right hand again, and then she took a piece of white paper on the table and began to write on it one by one.

Zhao Wanqing thought to herself: Your Highness...... It's not that I don't believe you, it's not that I want to lie to you, it's really not easy for my master and sister, and when I figure out what Xiao Jiujiu they are doing, I will definitely still be on your side......

Thinking about it, Zhao Wanqing separated the words that she couldn't read in her hand with some traditional Chinese characters that she could write, and wrote them separately on the white paper one by one.

"Your Highness......" She carefully handed the paper to Jiang Chengyuan and said, "I don't know these words...... Can you help me take a look? ”

Jiang Chengyuan raised his gaze from the paperwork, and after glancing at the paper handed over by Zhao Wanqing, he asked with a hint of disgust on his face: "Do you want this king to teach you to read?" ”

Zhao Wanqing's hand unconsciously retracted, she lowered her head and muttered: "But there are all martial artists in the army, and they don't know a few big characters......

Seeing that Jiang Chengyuan still didn't mean to make a gesture, Zhao Wanqing had no choice but to weakly withdraw her hand: "That'...... Your Highness, can you let that gentleman in white teach me? He looks quite cultured. ”

Jiang Chengyuan didn't answer, and Zhao Wanqing had already taken the paper back.

The atmosphere was silent for a moment, Zhao Wanqing began to look left and right, and decided to go out to find Mr. Baiyi by herself, he was Jiang Chengyuan's entourage, and he must be in the tent nearby.

Zhao Wanqing rolled up the paper and was about to stuff it into her pocket, when Jiang Chengyuan said, "Yanyechang House Target Dragon Top Sihua." ”

He read out the words written by Zhao Wanqing in order in one breath, and when he continued to read the documents with his head down, it seemed that he would never forget it at a glance.

"What......" Zhao Wanqing, who didn't have time to prick up her ears to listen, was "tragic", she moved to Jiang Chengyuan's side, and asked with a sincere face: "Your Highness, can you say it again?" ”

Jiang Chengyuan deliberately turned his head slightly in another direction: "No." ”

Zhao Wanqing naturally moved to the other side, so that Jiang Chengyuan could see her: "Your Highness~~~"

Zhao Wanqing couldn't stand this tail note, if it weren't for Jiang Chengyuan's bad attitude towards her recently, she really wouldn't dare to test repeatedly on the edge of the board.

Jiang Chengyuan stretched out his hand to her, and Zhao Wanqing immediately took out the crumpled paper from her pocket to show him, but Jiang Chengyuan took the brush from her hand and said, "The roof of the shooting range." ”

Zhao Wanqing's ears seemed to float through Xue Xiaolan's voice for a moment: The master left a letter for you, on the roof of the shooting range.

This kind of low-level word game, really can't hide it from Jiang Chengyuan?

"Shhh......hhh What does His Highness mean? ”

Jiang Chengyuan glanced at her and didn't debunk it: "It's just talking to yourself." ”

His cooperation really touched Zhao Wanqing, and she couldn't repay it...... I had to make a promise to ......

So Zhao Wanqing stretched out her hand: "Your Highness, I'll help you study ink." ”

Of course...... Jiang Chengyuan, who uses Zhao Wanqing's characteristic thick ink, and Zhao Wanqing, who deserts from time to time to appreciate Jiang Chengyuan's "prosperous beauty", I don't know who suffers more.

Jiang Chengyuan didn't mind Zhao Wanqing's gaze, or rather, he was simply working, and ignored her at this time.

Zhao Wanqing felt to herself that she would be suspected of being a nymphomaniac if she kept staring at Jiang Chengyuan, so she also took the time to look at the letter that Jiang Chengyuan was writing.

His pen is vigorous and powerful, and he walks smoothly across the paper, leaving rows of words like the art of calligraphy.

Because she felt that it was very powerful, the more Zhao Wanqing looked at it, the more serious she became, and her face unconsciously moved closer.

But the flowing calligraphy suddenly broke off on a certain character, as if the tip of the pen and the paper were stuck in each other, and they couldn't move.

Then Zhao Wanqing saw Jiang Chengyuan lift the pen up, and the tip of the brush was ...... It's split.

"Zhao Wanqing." Jiang Chengyuan opened his mouth to talk to her.

"What's the matter, Your Highness?"

"Put the water and grind the ink."

Zhao Wanqing reacted at this time, it turned out that the ink was too hard, and the brush couldn't move.

She smiled embarrassedly, hurriedly turned her head to do so, and asked Jiang Chengyuan again: "By the way, Your Highness, why did you ask Yu Ran for a hematopoietic pill today?" ”

Jiang Chengyuan waited for her to study ink, but he couldn't continue writing for a while, so he looked at Zhao Wanqing and replied, "Do you remember what this king told you about the wind dove?" ”

Zhao Wanqing nodded.

"Once the poison of the wind dove enters the human body, the symptoms of heart failure are irreversible, and the antidote to the wind dove is to replace the poisonous blood in the body of the poisoned person, and if it is not used properly, it may directly endanger life."

When Zhao Wanqing heard this, she still had a puzzled expression on her face.

Jiang Chengyuan paused, and then said, "So if you can get the hematopoietic pill, it will be foolproof." ”

Zhao Wanqing finally said "oh~" and said, "Why didn't Your Highness tell me earlier?" ”

Jiang Chengyuan didn't seem to take it seriously, and when he saw that the ink she had studied could barely be used, he raised his pen and dipped it in the ink, and continued to "work".

Zhao Wanqing originally wanted to sell a pass, but she didn't expect Jiang Chengyuan to look at her expression, so she had to say directly without suspense: "The hematopoietic pill is here with me, the female doctor Qu Man gave it to me before, I can't use it anyway, if you want to use it, I'll give it to you." ”

Jiang Chengyuan looked at her with some surprise: "Why did Qu Man give you the hematopoietic pill?" ”

Zhao Wanqing stammered: "This ...... I don't know about this, she said that my father is kind to her, and he must hand over the hematopoietic pill to me. ”

Jiang Chengyuan was silent for a moment, as if he was thinking about something.

Zhao Wanqing thought that he didn't believe it, so she hurriedly took out the hematopoietic pill she was carrying from the sleeve of her clothes, this thing was equivalent to a chance to resurrect, Zhao Wanqing had always felt that it was very important, so she didn't dare to put it elsewhere.

However, she was still confident that she would have the aura of the protagonist, and when Jiang Chengyuan said that she needed it, she took it out without hesitation.

Zhao Wanqing opened the medicine box and handed it over to Jiang Chengyuan to see: "Oh, Qu Man said that this is a hematopoietic pill." ”

In the box, the three words "hematopoietic pill" written in red syrup were lying quietly inside, Zhao Wanqing herself felt that it was a copycat, but because the system had confirmed with her that it was genuine, she also wanted to explain to Jiang Chengyuan:

"Don't worry, it may seem a little strange, but it does ......"

Before Zhao Wanqing finished speaking, Jiang Chengyuan had already looked at the hematopoietic pill in the pill box and said, "It's indeed a hematopoietic pill." ”

Zhao Wanqing was a little surprised: "How can you see it?" ”

If she hadn't had a system to identify the authenticity, she wouldn't have dared to believe it at all, okay?

Jiang Chengyuan didn't answer the question: "I didn't expect that what this king has been looking for for three years will be easily handed over to you by the Qu family." ”

Zhao Wanqing subconsciously brushed aside and said, "Your Highness, I have absolutely nothing to do with those spies." ”

"The king knows." Jiang Chengyuan's tone was light, but full of affirmation.

He also said: "When you return to Beijing, you can bring the hematopoietic pills, if you can save the emperor, this king will reward you again." ”

"Heavy reward?" Zhao Wanqing's eyes widened with curiosity.

Jiang Chengyuan said: "Gold, silver and jewelry, add officials to the knighthood, give the city a marquis, as long as you can imagine it, this king will promise you." ”

Zhao Wanqing listened a little flutteringly, as if she could clear the game in the next second.

Retracting the somewhat smirkling expression on her face, Zhao Wanqing responded first: "Okay, then I'll ...... Thank you, Your Highness......"

Jiang Chengyuan nodded and continued to be busy with his business.

Zhao Wanqing studied ink for him until late at night, and then went back to his camp to sleep.

The last time she slept at the desk, her legs were numb, and she didn't want to experience it a second time, as if she woke up and the blood vessels in her feet were all blocked.

The next morning, Zhao Wanqing asked one of the four brothers of the Jiang family to bring her a fast horse, and then she left a sentence: "If anyone asks, just say that General Ben went to the morning exercise." ”

Then she drove her horse to the shooting range slowly, as if she were walking, not in a hurry.

Just before leaving the barracks, he also met Gao Maoxue on patrol: "Adjutant General ......"

"General, where are you going?"

"Oh...... I'm going to do morning exercises......"

Gao Maoxue's eyes looked left and right, and suddenly asked, "General, are you going to the shooting range?" ”