In the study, Si Ling's white and pure face was a little gloomy.

Yesterday, she said that she would ask a gentleman to teach her, but she got up late today and didn't have time to instruct.

In the end, he had to teach it himself.

"Lord Wang?"

After two knocks on the door, the young man's immature and moist voice sounded.

A boy who speaks softly, like a girl.

I don't know what my brain has made up, and my already gloomy face is even heavier.

He looked up at the shadow behind the door and snorted.

Shi Huan pushed open the door, still wearing yesterday's clothes, looking a little shabby.

The study was larger than where she lived, surrounded by bookshelves made of solid wood, filled with books of varying thicknesses.

The room was filled with the strong smell of ink.

Si Ling sat behind the desk and motioned for her to sit opposite, and a chair was also placed there, as if it had been specially arranged for her.

The minister found that the prince was really a wonderful man, the writing was extremely ugly, but the poems were also good. Archery is not good, but martial arts are very good. I don't know where to learn? ”

Shi Huan sat straight, his delicate face looked simple and harmless, and his face did not change color:

"When I was a child, I was instructed by a master in the world, and I had some attainments in literature and martial arts. However, the name was not given. I may not have seen him in a long time, and I don't know who he is. ”

The air is silent.

I don't know if he believes it or not, but he didn't continue the topic anyway.

Shi Huan knew that Si Ling was looking at her, and stared at her aggressively for a long time.

seemed to see the doorway, and nodded slowly:

"I'll just say why are you so contradictory, it turns out that you can't work hard in your hands."

He picked up Shi Huan's small and white hands with the handle of the folding fan, and his brows were slightly twisted:

"Why is your hand so small?"

Girl, what do you want such a big hand to do.

Shi Huan withdrew his hand violently, covered it with his sleeve, and said in an ordinary tone:

"Lord Wang, don't you forget, I'm still young, and my body and hands are naturally small. However, it will grow up in the future. ”

She looked up, her little face with a serious expression:

"Time waits for no one, the prince should not keep staring at me, seize the time to teach the class."

Si Ling: ...... Since you want to learn so much, let you learn enough!

For five days in a row, Shi Huan was reciting the theory of governing the country, and his brain was dizzy and he was about to vomit.

She threw away the book and reasoned with him:

"Lord Wang, combining work and rest, I think I should rest for two days."

Anyway, he's now her nominal teacher as well.

She respected him, so she consulted with him.

If this person doesn't know what to do, don't blame her for turning her face.

Si Ling has not been here to supervise her all the time, and often runs away after laying out tasks, thinking that the time is almost right to come back for assessment.

Much more at ease than her.

Hearing her protest, Si Ling calmly bowed:

"The prince is right, go back and rest."

Shi Huan shouted happily and immediately slipped away, not even paying attention to why Si Ling was so good at talking.

I didn't see the man's gradually complicated eyes after she left.

She stayed here for five days, and he didn't leave the house for five days.

moved the early dynasty to the palace, and while discussing national affairs, he was thinking about another matter.

When the study door closed, he was the only one left.

sat in front of the desk for a long time, lowering his eyes, staring at the rice paper on the table in a daze.

There is only one thought in his head: this world is his.

No one, anything, can stop him.

After a long silence, he lifted his pen, the ink fell on the blank rice paper, and he wrote down a word: kill.