In the next few days, Su Ranhua seemed to be suddenly forgotten, living in a side room, except for Liu Er's service, he never saw a third person.

Su Ran's painting fell down, while recuperating his body, he also practiced the basic movements he had mastered in his previous life, using a new body, and practicing basic physical fitness was the primary condition, but he still had reservations in front of Liu Er, and he didn't dare to let go of his fists and feet easily.

In fact, it is very easy to stay by Su Ranhua's side, just a small hut, clean up in three or two, wash clothes, go to the dining room to get food and other odd work is done, Liu Er has nothing to do and sits outside the house, watching Su Ranhua stretch his hands and feet back and forth, alone in a daze.

If there was a slight movement not far away, Liu Er would get up and look around, and then sit back in place with a disappointed face, back and forth as many times as he wanted.

"Liu'er, if it's boring, go for a walk elsewhere." Su Ranhua walked under the plane tree, picked up a book on the chair, sat down, and flipped through it.

After an autumn rain, the autumn weather was crisp, Su Ranhua asked Liu Er to move the chair under the tree, and sat there to look at the books that Liu Er asked for from the housekeeper, and was very glad that this body still had the ability to read and write, so that she would not become illiterate.

"Princess, you know I didn't mean that." Liu Er said busily. Under the order of Su Ranhua, Liu Er risked her life to accept the second request after having dinner with the princess, and changed the word slave and maid.

Every time I hear what the slave is like and what the slave is like, Su Ran's ears are calloused.

Su Ranhua glanced at Liu Er lightly, lowered his eyes and looked at the book in his hand, and no longer said anything.

Seeing Su Ranhua's indifferent attitude towards other things, Liu Er was really anxious for her. Originally, the prince was her husband, and she should have looked forward to his arrival, but at this time, it was she, the maid, who was waiting alone, anxious alone.

I thought that the king of the north was caring about the princess, and it was indispensable to come to the side room, but I didn't expect to see no one for a few days, and Liu Er, who had been appointed as the princess's personal maid, was naturally a little lost, after all, which master's personal maid would be proud of the treatment of their master, and that was also the capital for them to compare with each other.

"Liu'er, prepare pen and paper for me."

Just when Liu Er thought that Su Ranhua would read the book silently for half an hour again, Su Ranhua suddenly raised his head, looked at the sparse purple flowers on the plane tree that had been beaten by the autumn rain, and was slightly distracted, and commanded.

"Huh?" Liu Er was surprised, but she didn't ask too much, stood up and replied, "Yes." ”

Su Ranhua stood up, pinched a flower that fell on his shoulder, played with it in his hand, and followed Liu Er into the house.

Liu Erma neatly spread out the rice paper and prepared the pen and ink. These are all things that Su Ranhua asked Liu Er to ask for after discovering that he still had the ability to read and write the characters of this era. And Steward Lin didn't say anything, and immediately agreed.

Su Ran walked to the table, and wrote the three big characters of "Wutong Ju" with a pen, which was chic and elegant.

"Stick this to the door." Su Dye painting put the brush into the pen holder, read the written words, very satisfied, just by virtue of this, the original Su Dye painting is not useless.

"Yes." Regarding the explanation of Su Ran's paintings, Liu Er has always been respectful and obedient, and she does not comment or question much.

For this, Su Ran Painting is very satisfied, what she wants is to simply execute, not drag the mud and water.

Liu Er stepped on the stool, held her toes, and finally pasted the words, fortunately she was tall, if she was shorter, it would be more laborious.

Liu Er jumped off the stool and looked up at the fruits of her labor, of course, this could not be said to be hers.

"Wutong Ju" three elegant ink-colored characters set off on the white rice paper, very eye-catching, although not as luxurious as the other gilded plaques, but it reveals a simple and ethereal feeling.

"Not bad." Su Ranhua clapped his hands and smiled.

In the future, this is her sycamore residence, which is her own corner, small but comfortable. It's just that I don't know how many days this kind of leisure can last.

"Smugness, isn't it fun?"

A cold, mocking voice sounded behind Su Ran's painting.

Liu Er hurriedly turned around in surprise and saluted Ximen Hao.

This is to pay special attention, he does not come, if he does, it will simply come quietly without any sound in advance.

"Does the prince think it's bad?" Su Ran glanced sideways and looked back at his Mobao. In her eyes, those three words are not written by her, they are completely the handwriting of a stranger, so she is not smug, but a compliment to others.

However, Ximen Hao didn't know this.

Ximen Hao glanced at Su Ranhua coldly, but he didn't expect her to ask herself so loudly. But what she asked did have capital, these three words are really good, the penmanship is not a woman-like showman, like a chivalrous man hidden in the world, wielding the long sword in his hand, carving out the thoughts in his heart, such as indifferent as the wind elegant, and there is a reckless and free.

Such three words are very commensurate with the Su Dye painting in a pale pink shirt standing under the plane tree at this time.

Su Ranhua stood there, his head raised slightly, his face was clean and clear, as if he was not stained with mortal dust, and his confident and fearless expression had a super dusty chic.

This kind of Su Dye painting is completely different from the extremely charming state of trying to confuse Ximen Hao on the first night of the wedding, and it is completely different from the strong confrontation later, the arrogant and unyielding, and the tense atmosphere.

This kind of Su Dye painting looks comforting, and will make the undulating mood gain a moment of tranquility, like a harbor to live in.

Ximen Hao had a desire to grasp this moment in his heart, his eyes condensed, and gradually deepened, like a deep pool.

But a breeze blew inadvertently, dispersing the consciousness he had just raised, and the deep light in his eyes turned cold.

"If the prince doesn't answer, it means that the writing is good." Su Ranhua waited for a while, but did not hear Ximen Hao's voice, so he said.

"Wutong Ju," Ximen Hao read the three words, "Since you like it so much, just wait here to meet your mother's family." ”

Mother's family? Su Ran was slightly stunned, all along, she had no concept of her mother's family. She has been an orphan since she was a child and has never had any relatives, but her identity at this time gives her a huge and complex maiden background, which she will face one day.

"They're coming?" Su Ran asked.

"Since I stuffed you into the North Palace, I have to get in touch." Ximen Hao said, "This king will provide you with this opportunity to see which one is the first to step into the Northern Palace?" ”

Who could it be? Su Ran also wants to know, which person will he face first?