After dinner, Xiao Jingyu accompanied Concubine Jing to the inner room for tea.

It's still too early to leave the palace, and it's rare for him to enter the palace once, and Concubine Jing is reluctant to let him leave in a hurry.

After cleaning up the mess, Song Anhao also returned to his room. At this time, she had been tormented by curiosity, and she had already imagined countless versions of the case of Nanshan Villa in her heart.

However, there is no version that can finally meet the "lose-lose" in Xiao Jingyu's mouth.

Speaking of which, if the crown prince and the second prince really lose both, then as the third prince who has risen recently, Xiao Jingyu should be happy. But for some reason, Song Anhao always felt that although his expression looked as dull as before, the color in his eyes was not very relaxed.

Especially Concubine Jing, who kept chatting about innocuous little things at the dinner table, made people think that she was deliberately avoiding something.

What the hell is going on?

Now the situation has changed, but Song Anhao doesn't know anything, she really can't control her emotions, and the more she thinks about it, the faster she will go crazy.

Forget it, even if you are crazy, it's useless, it's better to calm down for the time being, pretend to be nothing, and when Xiao Jingyu is gone, she will find a way to talk to Aunt Su Xin.

Anyway, as long as Concubine Jing knows something, Su Xin probably knows it.

Thinking of this, Song Anhao opened the drawer of the desk and took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

When you are in an impetuous mood, the best way to calm your mind is to practice calligraphy.

She polished the ink, laid out the paper, picked up the brush dipped in ink, took a deep breath, and was just about to put down the pen, when a drop of ink fell from the tip of the pen and fell on the rice paper.

The snow-white rice paper is a cloud of ink droplets, which is particularly eye-catching.

Song An felt that he was being sarcastically by a ball of inkdrops, and he was suddenly angry, rolled up his sleeves and began to write officially.

When she was studying in the past, she had studied calligraphy for a while, so she had all the basic skills. At the moment, I dispelled distracting thoughts, concentrated my mental energy, and landed on the rice paper one by one, which is really decent.

When people are concentrating, time flies exceptionally fast, and before you know it, night falls.

It wasn't until his wrist hurt slightly that Song Anhao paused, looked up at the window, and found that it was dark. And the rice paper with a lot of words written on the desk has been spread out four or five at random.

As for the words written on the paper, at the beginning, I wrote a Heart Sutra silently, and the rest was to write whatever came to mind.

Suddenly, there was a knock at the door.

The people outside didn't know what to think, they knocked on the door and only knocked gently, if it wasn't for the fact that the desk happened to be close to the door, Song An was afraid that he would have missed it.

Who could it be at such a late hour?

As soon as the thought came to mind, Song Anhao thought of Xiaocao saying that he would send pastries at night during the day, so he hurriedly put down the brush in his hand and hurried over to open the door.

Because she still remembered the unfinished poem, she hurriedly opened the door, and without waiting for the person at the door to come in, she hurriedly turned around and walked back to the desk, and picked up the brush again.

A sentence was written on the rice paper before: It is difficult to walk, it is difficult to walk, there are many divergent roads, and now it is safe.

Song Anhao held the pen, groaned slightly, and wrote the next sentence with a pen: There will be a time when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea.

After writing, and admiring it for a while, she realized that Xiaocao had not made a sound since she came in, and wondered when this girl had become so quiet, so she smiled and looked back at the door: "Xiaocao'er, you-"

The moment he turned around, he found that the person who came in was not Xiaocao, but Xiao Jingyu.

Looking at the man who appeared beside him unconsciously, Song An's eyes widened suddenly, and he choked back with the second half of the joking words that had already reached his lips.

"You...... How are you? ”

After a while, she came back to her senses, but when she came out, she was naked stunned and unwelcome, and she stared at him in disbelief: "When did you come in?" How long has it been in? ”

Xiao Jingyu raised his eyelids, glanced at her, and said unexpectedly: "For a long time." ”

For a long time?

Song Anhao was covered in black sweat, and then he realized that he had recognized the wrong person and opened the wrong door. I couldn't help but stay motionless there, embarrassed and didn't know what to do.

Xiao Jingyu didn't care about her, walked straight to the desk, raised his right hand slightly, and stretched out to the desk.

Seeing this, Song An hurriedly pounced and pressed the rice paper on the table with both hands.

However, she is fast, he is faster.

At the moment when she pounced, Xiao Jingyu picked up her fingertips, and took a random sheet on the table covered with rice paper, and then lowered her eyes and looked at it carefully.

"Oops!"

Song Anhao admitted that his handwriting was not good, and he didn't want to be seen the messy things he wrote, so he turned around and threw himself at Xiao Jingyu, intending to snatch it from her hand.

Humiliating things happened.

Xiao Jingyu didn't even turn around to dodge, he just quickly raised his right hand holding the rice paper above his head when Song Anhao pounced.

Song Anhao stretched out his arm and jumped up, wanting to snatch it from his hand, but he jumped a few times, but he couldn't even touch the edge of the rice paper.

After jumping a few more times, she suddenly hugged her arms and said angrily: "Third Highness, can you not rely on yourself to grow taller, let's compete fairly?" ”

Xiao Jingyu saw that her little face was flushed with anger, and she couldn't help but bend the corners of her lips: "No." ”

Good! Count you ruthless! Big tall is amazing!

Song Anhao knew that he couldn't grab it, so he had to let him go. So he gave him a blank look, went to the door of the room, and closed the door.

When Xiao Jingyu came in, he didn't even know how to cover the door, and if he was seen, he didn't know how he would be criticized.

Anyway, even if there are rumors, it is her who is not good, so for the sake of insurance, she is better cautious.

As soon as the door closed, a cold voice suddenly came from behind.

"The road is difficult, the road is difficult, the road is divergent, and now I am safe."

Song Anhao turned his head suddenly, and saw Xiao Jingyu holding rice paper, and actually read it out according to the words on it. She blushed, stepped forward quickly, and wanted to grab it again: "You pay me back!" ”

Xiao Jingyu's figure was slightly on one side, and he easily blocked her with his left hand, and then continued to read: "There will be times when the wind and waves will be long, and the clouds will sail into the sea." ”

His voice is cold and a little thin, but it is very nice. When he recited this poem with a slight pressure in his voice, his low voice was magnetic, and there was even a hint of demagogic sexiness.

Originally, Song Anhao didn't like to be casually flipped through the lost property, but now it was read out in person. She was so angry and annoyed that she couldn't help but stomp her feet angrily: "That's enough! ”

Xiao Jingyu glanced at her at this time, and said slowly: "You wrote it?" ”

Song Anhao pursed his lips, did not show off, and replied truthfully: "No." ”

"Who's that?"

"Yes...... An unknown folk hermit. ”

Song Anhao was not sure if there was such a person as Li Bai in this time and space, and he was afraid that he would say the wrong thing and expose his origin, so he was in a hurry and came up with a reliable reason.

Unexpectedly, Xiao Jingyu listened to it and said with some regret: "It's a pity, this person is not simple." If you know the origin of your name, you still want to see it in person. ”

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