After returning to the princess's mansion, An Daoping turned around and entered the study, and quickly wrote out all the thoughts in his heart, while Luo Xuan followed into the study, grinding ink and adding fragrance to the side, which seemed to have a warm taste in the study.

But the two people in the study have their own thoughts.

Luo Xuan's hands were grinding the ink very regularly, but her eyes kept looking, carefully reading everything on An Daoping's table, especially the simple bound book placed in An Daoping's corner for a long time.

Yesterday, An Daoping was very nervous about this book, is it because there are some important things in this book? He finished binding it yesterday, and it was a blank book, so did he already write something on it today?

Luo Xuan's gaze, An Daoping didn't notice, but she still reached out and took the notebook in the corner, opened the first page of the notebook in Luo Xuan's burning gaze, thought for a moment, and wrote a line of words.

What is written?

Luo Xuan quietly moved a few steps to An Daoping's side, leaned against her, and looked at what he wrote in the notebook.

It's just an ordinary poetic feeling.

"You've got a lot on your mind today." Seeing that An Daoping paused for a while after writing a line, and then continued to write, writing several lines without stopping, Luo Xuan said with some emotion, "Sure enough, if you go out and walk around, you can relax your mind and get more inspiration, right?" ”

When An Daoping wrote these things, all he thought about was An Juan, as well as the picture of An Juan and Luo Yelin leaning together.

Immediately afterwards, the picture of An Juan staring at him appeared in front of him again, which made him sad for a while, and he didn't know how to speak, so he could only choke back his tears, keep moving his wrists, and soon write his mood on the paper little by little.

In the face of Luo Xuan, he still withdrew his tears from his eyes, nodded seemingly calmly, and said "um".

"Okay, I'm done, Xuan'er, can you go out first and let me think about the poems carefully?" An Daoping lowered his voice and said the request as calmly as possible.

"Okay." Luo Xuan would never refuse An Daoping's request, so even if she was full of hesitation and uneasiness this time, she still walked out obediently, and did not forget to turn around and close the door of the study after going out.

Back in the room, Luo Xuan asked the personal maid to find the little ones over, and told them to follow An Daoping when he went out in the next few days, so as to see where he went and who he was going to meet.

"If you have the chance, you'd better listen to their chats, remember them, and report back to me." In the end, Luo Xuan said this request with a solemn expression.

After they all nodded firmly, Luo Xuan breathed a sigh of relief and waved them out.

An Daoping stayed alone in the room for a long time, looking at the words written in the notebook, he felt that every word seemed to be inserted in his heart, making him so painful that he couldn't breathe.

He likes An Juan, but An Juan is with Luo Yelin......

He and An Juan are ordinary people, and they don't even have an official position, so they can't compete with the royal family at all.

What are I going to do...... An Daoping covered his head in pain.

Although everyone said that "men don't flick when they have tears", it didn't reach the sad place.

An Daoping was now sad, so he didn't think about the dignity and character of those so-called "men" at all, only held his head and put his arms on the table, and then let the tears fall big drops, clattering onto the table, and making a dark water trail on the rice paper.

"Miss An......" he muttered, because there were tears in his mouth, so Luo Xuan, who pushed the door in, didn't hear clearly at all.

"Daoping, I cooked you a bowl of rock sugar pear porridge, you drink two sips, it's good for your throat......" Her voice stalked in her throat.

Because Luo Xuan saw An Daoping crying silently.

Seeing An Daoping so sad for the first time, Luo Xuan was in a hurry, and for a while she didn't know whether to put down the bowl in her hand or see what An Daoping was doing.

In the end, she made up her mind, put the rock sugar pear porridge in the corner of the table, and then stepped forward lightly, walked behind An Daoping, and gently stroked his back, wanting to rely on him: "Daoping, what's wrong with you, but what did you think of?" ”

She glanced at the rice paper under An Daoping's arm a few times, and found that several poems were derived from inspiration, they were all arranged in a scattered manner, each sentence contained the ultimate sadness of affection, which made people feel sour when they read it, and their hearts ached after reading it silently a few times.

Even if Luo Xuan's cultural level is not very superb, and she does not understand the current popular atmosphere among students in Kyoto, but after reading these poems once, she understands that An Daoping can really get the evaluation of those scholars in Kyoto who "can finally match the position of Tanhua".

In order to be with An Daoping before, Luo Xuan deliberately went to Luo Yao, openly and secretly expressed her appreciation for An Daoping, and asked Luo Yao to let An Daoping be with him openly.

Although she didn't say it explicitly, she meant that it had arrived...... Luo Yao also realized it, so he took the initiative to promote An Daoping several places, and gave him a good ranking for Tanhua, so he could ride a big horse on the street and walk with his head held high.

And at this time, Luo Xuan made a gesture of being impressed by An Daoping, and they could really be together in the name of justice.

Then the royal carefully groomed "truth" was passed on, and it was another good story.

After becoming a princess, An Daoping really managed to break into the social circle of Kyoto students and became the existence of some of them.

But in fact, in the hearts of these scholars with status, An Daoping is just a mediocre villain who gains fame by relying on women's nepotism.

When it comes up by chance, they mostly cover the lower half of their cheeks with their palms and show a side to their friends.

Their faces were filled with disgust and disdain.

An Daoping also knew what they thought of themselves, and scoffed at them, feeling that they were jealous that they could be a colt and enjoy glory and wealth from now on.

But in fact, An Daoping said "I don't care", but Luo Xuan still put An Daoping's emotions into her heart, knowing that he had always been very unconvinced, and wanted to show his strength to match the position of Tanhua, so that these scholars were impressed by him.

Now that he can write such a poem, An Daoping should really be able to do it.

Luo Xuan showed a soft smile on her face, and reached out to touch An Daoping's shoulder.

Even if she had just sent someone to follow An Daoping out in a few days, but now that she thought that An Daoping could realize his dream for a long time, Luo Xuan was still sincerely happy for him.

After a while, An Daoping finally regained his emotions.

He stretched out his hand and wiped his face, shook his head and said that it was okay: "It's okay, I just wrote about the rise, and I couldn't help myself for a while, so I couldn't help crying." ”

After speaking, he suddenly thought of something, and looked at Luo Xuan with some concern: "I suddenly cried like this, did I scare you?" ”

For An Daoping's care, Luo Xuan is extremely useful.

She shook her head lightly, saying that it didn't matter: "When I first came in, I was indeed shocked to see your appearance, but the reason why I saw your emotion was that after these verses, I was happy for you." ”

"I know what you've been troubled all the time, but no matter how sad I am, I can't help you, I can only let you work on your own." The corners of Luo Xuan's mouth raised a big arc, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't hold it down, "But if you do it now, your poems will definitely be popular." ”

"Dohei, you're really good." Luo Xuan finally encouraged An Daoping, "You should be a Tanhua, the imperial brother has nothing wrong with your handpicking." ”

The rice paper on the table was still stained with An Daoping's tears and ink marks, which were blurred together, making it impossible for An Daoping to make out what was written for a while.

But he blew on the rice paper for a while, and after recalling it for a while, he finally remembered what it was about, and drew a new piece of rice paper, and wrote the verses on it again.

At this time, An Daoping had calmed down, and he frowned and looked at the poems on the rice paper, treating them with the eyes of a spectator.