Yan Chujing's bathing has always been very slow, and today is even more slow. Chi Xinian waited for him to be bored, so he simply picked up the book he put on the bedside and flipped through it.

"The Art of War? Historical? Yan's calligraphy? Looking at them one by one, Chi Xinian's brows couldn't help frowning more and more, "What kind of books does this person read on weekdays?" Reading these before going to bed, wouldn't you turn two pages and get sleepy? ”

Sitting at the desk on weekdays, he just reads these boring books, and at night sitting at the head of the bed, how can he still look at these things that can make people sleepy at a glance?

Seeing the titles of these books in hand, Chi Xinian felt that he was two big.

For fear that when Yan Chujing had not returned, he would fall asleep on the bed because of the improper selection of books, Chi Xinian hurriedly rearranged all the books and put them at the head of Yan Chujing's bed, leaving only a calligraphy book to study calligraphy.

In this way, Yan Chujing returned to the bedroom, and what he saw was a person who was frowning and comparing his brows to the book in mid-air.

"Do you also like Yan's words?" Yan Chujing leaned over slightly, glanced at the book in Chi Xinian's hand, and asked with a little surprise.

In his memory, Chi Xinian didn't like to read much.

It's not that she doesn't know how to learn, it's just that she is lively and active, and purposefully teaches her that she can still sit still, read books aimlessly, and absorb knowledge from them, which is not what she likes to do.

She loves to seek the unknown truth, but she can't sit still and read in peace for long periods of time.

So he rarely talked to her about the books he reads from time to time.

But today, Yan Chujing unexpectedly found that the girl he liked seemed to have the same hobbies as himself - he loved Yan's words the most, and she happened to like it too!

Yan Chujing's eyes lit up, and he was happy for the sudden same interest.

But before he could say anything, Chi Xinian shook his head decisively: "Yan's handwriting is indeed very good, but his handwriting is not the type I like." ”

"Why?" Yan Chujing was stunned, full of puzzlement.

If she doesn't like it, why does she still hold Yan's calligraphy booklet? If she doesn't like it, why can a calligraphy book be read for half an hour?

"If you don't like it, you don't like it, where is why?" Chi Xinian was amused by Yan Chujing's question, moved inward, and patted the vacant seat next to her, she continued, "If you really want me to tell a reason, it's probably because the style doesn't meet my expectations, right?"

"His words are just like his people, with a bit of Jiangnan's unique softness. For people who have a worry-free life, this softness is his biggest feature.

"But for people like me, seeing their soft personalities makes me feel uncomfortable.

"In contrast, I still prefer your brushstrokes. The pen is sharp, with an unparalleled momentum, and every stroke falls, as if writing a legend for the mortal world.

"Is it..."Chi Xinian didn't like Yan everyone, which made Yan Chujing lose for a moment, but when he heard that she liked herself more, that bit of loss disappeared in an instant.

He curled the corners of his mouth and smiled lightly: "I didn't expect to hear you say that one day my words are better than Zhiyan's words."

"Even if it's a coax, I think it's worth it."

"I'm not coaxing you, that's what I thought in my heart." Chi Xinian closed the book and shook his head, looking serious, "Your Majesty has to be more confident." ”

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