She woke up in the morning when the sun was shining.

Chen Jiaojiao hugged her legs and sat on the bed for a while, dazed and didn't know where to go now.

She didn't want to go to Chen Zhen to find herself unhappy, and after yesterday, she was afraid of going to the library to see him again.

But there seemed to be something strange in the book that day, and she slowly packed it up and had to go to the library again.

Thinking that he shouldn't have carried it like this, he shouldn't be there. She carefully pushed open a crack in the door, meeting the eyes of the man in the crack of the door.

"Ahh

She screamed in fright, and He Shuming also screamed briefly.

"What is the little princess doing secretly, scary."

"Ho....... General Ho? ”

Qi Yan didn't miss the chagrin on her face, and wrote all the words on her face that she didn't want to see them.

He Shuming leaned sideways to let her in, and Chen Jiaojiao reluctantly walked in and sat in her old position.

As he sat down, he glanced quickly at the wound on his neck, which had scabbed over and looked like it had been healed.

She withdrew her gaze and quietly picked it up.

said that she copied a book a day, but she didn't even copy a quarter of it in two days.

I don't know how long it will take to finish copying, Chen Jiaojiao is a little anxious, she can't find the gold seal here.

It's not an option to keep copying it.

Thinking about it, she paused and raised her head, "Your Majesty, I don't recognize some words in this book, can I copy it in another copy?" ”

Qi Yan stared at her and nodded.

Chen Jiaojiao stood up and ran into the bookshelf at the back, carefully and quickly flipped through two books, and found no pages glued together, and when she wanted to look for it on the other side, she suddenly bumped into He Shuming.

He separated himself from her on a bookshelf, tilted his head and asked with a smile, "What is Princess Wen Ning looking for?" ”

She was so startled that she covered her heart and trembled, and ran back with the thinnest book in her hand.

Sitting back beside Qi Yan, she said dissatisfiedly, "Why did General He follow me, I just wanted to find a book." ”

He Shuming sighed, this little princess has found a support, and her temper has risen greatly, why wasn't she so tough just now.

"Princess Wen Ning is not looking for the Golden Seal."

He squatted down and looked good-natured, Qi Yan ignored the two of them and continued to review the folds.

Chen Jiaojiao's heart jumped, but a puzzled expression leaked from her face, "What golden seal?" ”

"Hahahaha, you don't know about the Golden Seal? Your Majesty, she said she didn't know there was a gold seal. ”

"Why is General He laughing and asking such a strange question, should I know?"

Chen Jiaojiao copied things and didn't raise her eyes.

Her back was straight, and the lines of her shoulders and neck outlined her slender figure, taking her breath.

Chen Jiaojiao's demeanor is beautiful and has been specially trained.

In this way, it seems that she is still the princess, and she sends people down.

He Shuming was speechless for a while, it was really difficult to get words out of her mouth.

Not to mention that there are people who don't care about this at all.

He stood up, Qi Yan raised his eyes, a little playful smile leaked from his face, and mocked him for asking for a long time.

He Shuming's face was full of words that His Majesty would have to die in her hands one day, and the two glanced at each other.

He snorted and stepped aggravated, and slammed the door open. The sound of him stomping his feet could be heard throughout the library.

When the voice subsided, Chen Jiaojiao stopped writing.

She wasn't sure if he had a golden seal on his hand, He Shuming's attitude seemed to be none, but he seemed to have a winning roll.

"Your Majesty, I really didn't know there was a gold seal."

Qi Yan hummed casually, and didn't show belief or not.

Chen Jiaojiao's heart was beating like a drum, but she couldn't go on like this.

At the end of the day, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't copy half of it.

After leaving the library, she returned to her room.

She fetched a basin of snow water from outside the door, and when it melted, she closed her eyes and stood up.

Pluck the hairpin from your head, bake it on the candle, and slowly lay your right hand flat. Staring at the texture of his palm, he gritted his teeth and scratched it.

Ten fingers connected to her heart, she bit her lower lip in pain, and ruthlessly pulled out a long blood mark.

Blood gushed out in an instant, and she threw away the hairpin in her hand and soaked it in ice water.

Tears poured into the water, and she rubbed the blood on her hands, and also pulled the wound, making it look like it had been scratched, and the flesh and blood were blurred.

When she was done, she sat down and gasped for two breaths, trembling too much to look at her wounds.

I don't think I'll let her copy it anymore.

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Qi Yan sat at the table with her head propped up, Chen Jiaojiao swallowed hard, and with her familiarity with him, she once again felt the surging anger of the person in front of her, as if her bones were split.

"Hurt your hand?"

"Well," she didn't dare to look him in the eye and nodded, "I hurt when I picked up something last night." ”

"Oh, keep copying."

His tone was so cold that he couldn't hear anything.

Chen Jiaojiao was stunned, looked at her right hand wrapped around the white cloth, and picked up the pen beside her.

The palm of her hand was cut, and she bent it hard.

The person in front of her was reviewing the folds as before, and she sighed helplessly in her heart, she hurt herself in vain, so she should finish copying it quickly.

When he turned the page, he pulled a wound, and the white cloth was stained red with blood. She hissed slightly, holding back the pain.

The crisp cracking sound exploded in her ears, and the cup was swept to the ground, and before she could react, her neck was violently choked, pulled up and pulled closer.

His anger came like a storm, and the tails of his raised eyes were now red, staring at her deadly.

She clearly felt his hand tighten, suffocating her to subconsciously hold his wrist, and she didn't shout the word "Your Majesty" in a hoarse voice.

Qi Yan closed his eyes and opened his eyes, deep black swallowing, "I'm not very easy to deceive." ”

He gritted his teeth, but his voice was a little helplessly powerless, and tears overflowed from the corners of Chen Jiaojiao's eyes, and she shook her head.

She knew it was stupid to hurt her right hand, obviously, but she really couldn't help it.

Last night she gambled this part in, betting that he would be soft-hearted and that he would be reluctant.

She was right.

Qi Yan grabbed her with one hand and ripped off the white cloth on her hand with the other.

He laughed when he saw the wound, but it was cold and awe-inspiring, and he gently rubbed her face with his thumb. The shadow under her eyes wrapped her, spreading to all her limbs, every inch of flesh and skin, making people breathless.

"Jiaojiao is amazing."

His breath sprayed in front of him, Chen Jiaojiao trembled, opened her mouth and didn't know what to say.

Qi Yan snorted softly, and lowered her head against her shoulder socket with a smile, as if it was really funny.

Her breath drilled into the tip of his nose, and he collected the smile from his face.

He was reluctant to hurt her for so many days, and she hurt herself like this.

Just to see him again.

What a funny, what a loud slap.

"Your Majesty........"

If he punished her, or ruthlessly told her to continue copying, Chen Jiaojiao would not cry.

But in addition to being angry, he also felt deeply powerless, as if there was really no way to take her.

That kind of hatred is mixed with feelings that can't be sorted out, and she is the same.

can only be endless, tormented until old age.

Qi Yan let go of his hand, stood up and left without saying a word.

The sound of slamming the door came out, Chen Jiaojiao stroked her neck, coughed twice sharply, closed her eyes and blocked her tears.

She's done what she's done, shouldn't she?