I have to say that heart-to-heart talk is a very easy way to enhance relationships.

Yuan Chuyao felt that she liked him more.

"I like, for example, you more. She paused slightly, leaned over gently, pressed her cheek against the side of his cheek, carefully avoiding the wound on his back, and hugged him from behind.

Zhu Yi'an was stunned for a moment, then pursed his lips, relieved him willingly, and taught him that the corners of his mouth rose crazily, wanting to be reserved, but he couldn't suppress it.

The person he likes is really good at talking, and she is so close that I don't know if I will feel the heat on his cheeks.

"Are you blushing?"

Just when he thought so, there was a girl's puzzled voice in his ears, the girl's voice was naturally a little cold, but also a little soft, light and pleasant, and the confused tone was a little cute.

The two were close together, and the pleasant girlish voice rushed into their ears, and a trembling soreness spread from the waist along the right shoulder blade to the right ear, and Zhu Yi'an felt that half of his body was numb.

This time, it's not just the hot face, there's something wrong with the whole body.

Yuan Chuyao wanted to see him, but Zhu Yi'an took advantage of her to get up, turned over, hugged her thin waist, and buried his face directly in her waist, and after doing this action, he realized that he was careless, this was obviously covering his ears and stealing the bell.

Looking at his reddish ears, Yuan Chuyao couldn't help but twist his hand lightly, and then felt that he hugged her tighter.

She leaned on the backrest, touched her chin, and said slowly and calmly: "Your Highness, I thought you should be a sure person who can control everything, but I never thought about it...... You've been so shy at times, really, so cute, aren't you? ”

After speaking, her eyes were full of excitement, and she reached out to dig him out of her arms, and said that she threw him into his arms, and it was clear that he threw him into her arms.

Zhu Yi'an refused to let go of her, but rubbed her waist, causing her to laugh hahaha, "Don't move, it's so itchy." ”

What's more, he is different from what she thinks, in Zhu Yi'an's eyes, Yuan Chuyao is also different from his stereotype, a seemingly well-behaved little girl, with an indulgent and uninhibited soul in her nature, every word and deed, she is boldly jumping out of the world, and she is confidently asking him to take her to heart, and she also expresses her emotions are mutual remarks.

It seems that if he doesn't take her to heart, she can play with him, but she won't take him to heart either.

Always sensible, hot and cold, unpredictable.

In the next few days, Yuan Chuyao never went out, and always stayed at home.

During this period, Zhu Yi'an fully understood how fulfilling Yuan Chuyao's life was.

Every day is very self-disciplined, that is, some soldiers in the army may not be as persistent as her, from morning to night, including boxing, strength exercises, archery, and playing with knives and guns.

Her arrangement is not compact, just the right distribution in various time periods, these things are also interspersed with the sorting of the reports of the maids around her, the sorting of news from various sources, and the sorting of the steward's reports.

Often, after the message is sorted out, there will be various orders arranged, and the orders are usually issued the next day.

Collecting the messages, she would write them down on paper one by one, write down the various possibilities, and then sort out the impossible options, and finally leave the most likely option as the main line of the order.

Impossible options will also be checked by others, rather than self-defeated.

She is very thoughtful, and her mental skills are very mature and unimaginable.

When Zhu Yi'an's injury was almost healed, he sat by the bookcase and watched her write and draw, and couldn't help asking, "Who taught you this?"

I have to say that her way of writing and painting actually betrays her talent is not high enough, but her meticulous analysis shows that her complex mind is very delicate.

Yuan Chuyao's eyes were still focused, obviously not interrupted by his question, "I read books, the books I read have manuscripts, on the bookshelf, if you think it's interesting, I can borrow it from you." ”

Zhu Yi'an didn't disturb her, got up and walked to the bookshelf, different from her room, there were many miscellaneous words with few names on the bookshelf in the study, and when he turned a page, he suddenly found that the content and title of the book didn't want to do it at all.

The book he opened was written about the customs and customs of various places, not a book that completely introduced the customs and customs, but a record of the protagonist's wandering around the world.

The content is very regular and interesting, there is not much content, but after reading it for a while, he found that this kind of book with rich content and not strict wording, browsing the past, can remember quite a lot.

Unexpectedly, the books that Zhu Yi'an reads on weekdays are all written by famous artists, and he rarely reads books written in this kind of casual way.

It seems to be scattered, the content is part by part, but it is very clear, the written words are not exquisite, but the description is very specific.

Among them, the description of Nanyang seems to bring people into Nanyang, share the author's vision, and see how beautiful the majestic peaks are, which seems to describe the beautiful scenery, but in fact, it reveals the unusualness of those peaks everywhere.

Whether it's a haunting bandit hiding in the mountains, or the sensitivity of the places where the peaks in that area rest.

The author has a very keen sense of smell, and he knows everything in detail, and he can pull a big problem at the slightest hint, and he has a wide range of knowledge, but it is like a book written by a celebrity and a person secretly with other names.

Zhu Yi'an looked through it for the second time, savored the past, and finally determined that this was definitely a private work by a certain celebrity.

Many celebrities and celebrities have bad tastes, and when they write too many strict editions of books, they will write books that contain a lot of their own opinions and do not need to debate their opinions with others in order to relax.

"Interesting, I deliberately collect this kind of book, some of them I have read too much, and I can probably guess which famous person wrote them, and mark them at the end, and some of them I can't distinguish at all. ”

It turned out that Yuan Chuyao had completed today's information order, got up and moved, and saw him holding a book and reading it back and forth, and couldn't help but talk.

She also opened the cabinet below and flipped out the "Mr. Yun Chronicle", "My favorite book, you can take a look." ”

Zhu Yi'an saw that she carefully took it out of the cabinet, but she didn't remind him to look for it in the cabinet, obviously very cherished.

"Isn't this a manuscript?" he took it, looked at the neat title on the cover, and when he touched it, he could make out the difference.

Yuan Chuyao nodded: "I like it so much, so I returned the manuscript to Yuan Jingchen and quietly left the treasured book, don't tell him." ”

Zhu Yi'an pondered the three words of Yuan Jingchen, and tasted something unusual: "You actually called your brother's name." ”

She slumped on the couch very leisurely, stretched, yawned, and said indifferently: "What's strange, whose brothers and sisters don't quarrel." ”