On the side of the Xiapi Bridge, there was a white-haired old man pondering Go outside the earthen house, and the young man was studying the book Su Chen gave him seriously in the earthen house.

On the other side of the Xiapi Bridge, Su Chen was fiddling with the little golden man of the national fortune.

"You say this little golden man is not beautiful?" Su Chen asked Wang Zhaojun, who was sitting on a chair painting.

"It's not pretty, it's ugly." Wang Zhaojun said without raising his head.

She was painting Su Chen again.

The portrait Su Chen painted for her at the beginning, even now she is still haunted.

"Are you sure you don't want to take a look?" Su Chen leaned in front of Wang Zhaojun's eyes and said.

"Get out of the way." Wang Zhaojun pushed Su Chen.

Su Chen suddenly came over, making Wang Zhaojun's hand shake, and a large ink stain appeared on the portrait.

"It's not the material for painting in the first place, so why bother with yourself, isn't it good to play the pipa when you're idle and bored?"

"You have to take care of it!" Wang Zhaojun's is quite heavy.

When Wang Zhaojun looked at Su Chen, he noticed that the little golden figure in his hand turned out to be his own appearance.

"You think she's ugly, don't you?"

"Boring." Wang Zhaojun pursed his lips.

Naive, how old are you and still like a child.

"Whew~"

Su Chen put the little golden figure into his stomach with one mouthful.

Wang Zhaojun stood up as if he had been stabbed in a thorn, and pointed at Su Chen angrily.

"You're deceiving people too much!"

"Deception? How could it be. Su Chen smiled.

"Am I like the kind of person who bullies?"

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Wang Zhaojun was dressed thinly, but fortunately, he had a quilt and Su Chen covered it, so he wouldn't catch a cold.

Wang Zhaojun blinked his eyes and stretched lazily.

Su Chen's actions just now were all emotion, no skills.

Looking at the sleeping Su Chen, Wang Zhaojun patted him lightly on the face and woke Su Chen up.

"What else do you want to do when you sleep?" Su Chen rubbed his eyes.

"Don't sleep." Wang Zhaojun glared at Su Chen with his legs, and said coquettishly.

Su Chen felt a chill in his lower body, and he was a little helpless.

I had to clear my mind and coax her to sleep.

"What are you going to do?"

"Don't sleep."

"Got it."

"Don't touch it, it's time to get up at dawn." Wang Zhaojun stopped Su Chen's troubled hand.

"What's wrong with dawn, there's no one anyway."

"No, only at night."

"Okay."

Su Chen yawned and didn't force it.

"I'm going to sleep a little longer, you get up first."

"You tore all my clothes last night, you bring me clothes."

Wang Zhaojun pushed Su Chen with the hand in the quilt.

"Give."

Su Chen got out of bed and brought clothes to Wang Zhaojun.

"Phew! Why don't you get dressed? ”

Wang Zhaojun looked at the naked Su Chen and snorted.

Wang Zhaojun, who was dressed, went to wash, and Su Chen lay on the bed alone to continue to make up for sleep.

In the past, when I was alone, I slept for several years. Now I have someone with me, but I still 'get up' every day.

"What are you reading?"

Su Chen hugged Wang Zhaojun and rubbed his chin on her head.

"Read some history books to learn more about you." Wang Zhaojun's tone was not very good.

After getting along with Su Chen for a long time, he naturally knows Su Chen's strangeness.

Before, she was just an ordinary palace maid, but she also had some understanding of the longevity of the marquis. Now I know that there was only one person in the longevity of the Hou lineage.

"Wouldn't it be nice to know what history books I read, and just ask me directly?" Su Chen said.

"What you tell me may not be the truth, I would rather believe what is written in the history books than you do." Wang Zhaojun pulled Su Chen.

The chin doesn't look very sharp, so why is it so?

Wang Zhaojun rubbed his head, a little angry, and slapped Su Chen.

It's just that I didn't pay attention when I was fighting, and it hit a jade pendant worn by Su Chen. Su Chen and Yu Pei didn't have anything to do at all, but their hands hurt.

Wang Zhaojun was even more angry.

Su Chen looked at it from the side, and couldn't help but laugh out loud.

"Don't laugh!" Wang Zhaojun was a little aggrieved.

"I didn't laugh."

"I feel like you're going to laugh, mention what makes you not laugh!" Wang Zhaojun began to be unreasonable.

"Okay, okay, who wrote the history book you're reading now?" Su Chen opened the topic.

Although the transfer was a bit blunt, Wang Zhaojun didn't talk about the previous topic anymore, and she was a little stupid by herself.

It must be because of what Su Chen did to himself that his IQ decreased.

"I read the "Historical Records" written by Taishi Gong."

"Historical Records" was originally called Taishi Gongshu, but Su Chen called it "Historical Records" directly, so the title "Historical Records" became popular.

"The events recorded by Sima Qian are all based on evidence, and it is still very pertinent to evaluate a person, you can take a look at his evaluation of me." Su Chen said reassuringly.

Sima Qian is an old fan of himself.

He commented that he was 'brave in the morning, unique in the ages', but unfortunately he did not have a high evaluation of Confucius, he was the most holy, and he was just 'unique'.

"Taishi Gong said that you once had an affair with Yu Jifeng?" Wang Zhaojun's tone didn't hear any emotion.

"That's all plain dealing." Su Chen immediately retorted.

This is a frame-up, he was still an innocent man before he met Wang Zhaojun, and he had nothing to do with Yu Ji.

And if he had thoughts about Yu Ji, then there would be nothing to do with Xiang Yu at all, and what he liked was not a wife.

"You said it, is Sima Qian's basis very pertinent?" Wang Zhaojun stabbed.

Even if you and Yu Ji have something, what can you do.

At that time, you and Yu Ji were both in the prime of life, and your grandmother was not born, what do you have and what can you do.

And what can you do with yourself, and what does it have to do with you Su Chen?

It's just eating, eating, chatting, sleeping, sleeping, and sleeping together, no name and no point, what identity do you use to accuse you?

Thinking of Su Chen's age, I don't know how many women he has met, Wang Zhaojun feels very uncomfortable.

Perhaps among the people he met, there were also his own ancestors.

"I'm really guarding myself for you."

"Who believes it?"

Wang Zhaojun turned his head sullenly and didn't look at Su Chen's face.

Su Chen saw that Wang Zhaojun had a little temper, and leaned into her ear to say something under her resistance.

"Humph! Prodigal! Wang Zhaojun scolded with a flushed face.

"I'm tired."

Wang Zhaojun lay on Su Chen's body, holding Su Chen's neck with both hands, and resting his head on his left shoulder.

"It's still noon."

"I don't care, I'm tired."