Chapter 887: Does It Look Like a Fake?

"This princess is greedy or not, don't bother you to ask, among the 'thousands of slanting flowers', there is one of you!" Jiang Shu replied unceremoniously, slammed the sheep's hair in his hand on the table, let him splash the rice paper, bonsai, and dim sum on it, and looked coldly at Su Yuan diagonally opposite, "Miss Su, farewellβ€”β€”! ”

After finishing speaking, without waiting for her to speak, he got up and looked at Ping Qian and Green Calyx Plum behind him: "Let's goβ€”β€”! ”

"Yes." The two of them couldn't get used to seeing these people embarrass their princess so much, so they agreed and followed her outside.

"Ye Jiangshu, you stop, why do you say that I am not eye-catching!" As soon as he stepped into the path he had taken, the angry voice of the woman who had slowed down half a beat was heard behind him.

When Jiang Shu heard this, Xindao was still a little smart, and he could guess the implication that he deliberately excluded her from the two or three branches of appreciation, but he ignored it, and continued to move forward without stopping.

Took Ping Qian and Lu Caomei out of the gate of Su Mansion, walked to the place where their carriage was parked, and regardless of Timid Yu's puzzled look, he got into the car directly and ordered him to go back to the house.

Although Timid Yu didn't understand why she left the table halfway, but seeing that her face was not very good, and the screen and green calyx plum who followed her were also depressed, so they didn't ask much, respectfully agreed, and drove forward.

The carriage arrived at the palace, and after getting out of the carriage, Jiang Shu went straight to his own garden in the backyard. Then she ordered Poria to find some poetry books for her, and sat by the charcoal stove in the outer room of the room to look through them.

In just half a year since she came to this era, she has participated in this banquet several times, and she basically needs to chant poems and words, at least she has to memorize poems, although she has learned some poems in her previous life, but after all, it is limited, if you want to not be so passive in the future, you must learn some such things.

This is a whole afternoon and a night, and I didn't even eat dinner until the chiming bell on the dressing table in the inner room passed the sound of music on the hour, and then I washed and slept.

As soon as the next morning dawned, she got up again despite the bitter cold of the weather, freshened up, and after breakfast, sat down by the burning charcoal stove and continued to read a book of poems.

Because he was so focused that someone came in without noticing, he heard a soft and clear voice suddenly sounding overhead: "What? Really studying poetry? ”

Hearing that it was Zhu Changxun's voice, Jiang Shu couldn't help but pause with his hands, but he ignored it, his eyes were still staring at the poetry collection in his hand.

"This king heard that after the princess returned from Su Mansion yesterday, she ordered someone to find poetry and books to study." After a pause, unable to wait for her answer, Zhu Changxun explained his question just now.

"Does the prince look like a fake?" Jiang Shu raised his head and stared at him coldly.

Yesterday at Mrs. Fenghua's plum banquet, she remembered all kinds of difficult things because of this person, but she remembered it clearly.

Zhu Changxun had already heard what happened in the Su Mansion yesterday, and knew that she was in a bad mood, so he didn't mind her cold tone, his eyes quietly crossed the cover of the scroll in her hand, and gently tugged at the corners of his lips: "Which one are you reading?" ”

"Tang Lu Zhaolin's "Ancient Meaning of Chang'an," Jiang Shu closed the poetry collection in his hand, stood up neatly, gritted his teeth, and said, "Seeing one of the couplets reminds me of the prince." ”

"Oh?" Zhu Changxun thought for a while, his eyes narrowed, he took two steps forward, leaned into her ear, and said lightly with thin lips, "This king knows, 'If you have to become a star, why die, and I am willing to be a mandarin duck and not an immortal'." ”