The national style of Daxia is open, especially for people with heads and faces, and they do not want blind marriages and dumb marriages.

Therefore, the semi-open rooms of the teahouse are very popular in Kyoto, and are often used for the first meeting between strange men and women.

Looking at the man opposite, Zhao Wan'er secretly estimated.

Good family background.

Good looks.

It's just that he is silent, too cold and sharp, especially those eyes, under his sight, there is an illusion that there is nothing to hide, which makes people can't help but sit still.

But overall, it's quite satisfying.

So he put down the empty cup and took the initiative to say, "This tea...... Pretty good. ”

The implication is to give him a chance to pour tea and pass water to get closer.

Who knew that the other party didn't know how to cherish it at all, so he only bowed his head slightly and said: "Since Miss Zhao likes it, let's drink more." ”

Zhao Wan'er was helpless, so she had to signal the maid to come forward and wait.

There was silence for a while, and Miss Zhao didn't give up, and tried to talk again: "What are the preferences of Duan Gongzi on weekdays?" ”

“…… Reading. ”

"The little girl likes it too." Zhao Wan'er smiled, "What kind of book is it?" ”

"...... examination" Duan Chuiwen recalled the face of his mother, swallowed the word "autopsy", and changed his words, "Poetry collection and music." ”

If you scare this Miss Zhao family away again, I'm afraid that next time I won't even be able to enter the house.

"Ah, what a coincidence." Zhao Wan'er covered her lips and let out a small exclamation, looking very happy, "I don't know if Gongzi likes the kind of "Dream of Yueshan", or "Yasong Collection" ......"

As he spoke, a shadow suddenly fell over him, followed by a cheerful voice.

"Of course Brother Duan prefers "Torture Collection"!"

After Xiahou Zhi landed, ignoring the man's stunned expression, she naturally sat down beside him.

"This is ...... Duan Gongzi, your friend? Zhao Wan'er suppressed the fright in her heart and barely squeezed out a smile.

Duan Chuiwen hadn't figured out how to answer, but the person next to him was as kind as a stream.

"That's right!"

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince raised one hand and put it on his shoulder, and opened the folding fan with the other hand, like a good brother.

Master Duan: "......"

Although the young man's behavior is a little abrupt, he is really handsome and unpleasant.

Zhao Wan'er's cheeks couldn't help but flush when stared at by those beautiful phoenix eyes, remembering her identity today, and after stabilizing her mind a little, she hesitated and said: "Dare to ask this son, what collection did Fang just say, which famous artist did it come from?" ”

"Written by Qu Zhengping, the former Criminal Prison Department of the Dynasty, this book is a masterpiece, with pictures and texts describing various methods of extorting confessions, including but not limited to skinning, cannon branding, sawing, cutting off vertebrae, and pouring lead......

"Hmm."

Yan's red face turned pale in an instant, Zhao Wan'er raised her sleeves to cover her lips, and the hand holding the fan trembled uncontrollably.

Duan Chuiwen's heart chuckled: "Miss Zhao......"

Before the words of salvation were exported, they were preempted again.

"But as the saying goes, it's better to see than to hear, and when you marry Brother Duan in the future, you will definitely have the opportunity to see it with your own eyes, Brother Duan's interrogation method is first-class, peel off the skin......"

"Gross-"

Miss Zhao finally couldn't help it, she didn't care about the rudeness, she didn't even say hello, she walked outside with a three-inch golden lotus.

The maid and the servant hurried to follow, and in a few moments they got into the carriage downstairs and disappeared at the end of the road.

The beaded curtain at the doorway was still swinging, making a crisp crashing sound.

Duan Chuiwen paused, closed his eyes, and turned his head to look inside the room.