In the shops on both sides of Chang'an Street, the steaming osmanthus cake has just been baked, and the aroma is overflowing.

Yebei Cheng paused, and called Xuanwu to go to the shop to buy two copies and pack them back home.

Xuanwu wondered, when did Ye Beicheng fall in love with these sweet things?

After thinking about it, Xuanwu suddenly understood.

In Yunxuan's room, Lin Shuang'er was squatting on the ground, practicing calligraphy seriously.

She held her head strongly, not daring to slack off at all, for fear that Ye Beicheng would come back and find that she was lazy and would make him angry again.

But she practiced and practiced, and Ye Beicheng didn't come back to check the results, but sleepiness hit like a tide.

The afternoon sun was warm, and she didn't sleep well all night last night, Lin Shuang'er held her head and resisted stubbornly.

It's really strange, in the past, she was much more tired than she was to sweep the yard, and she wasn't necessarily so sleepy, but now she is sleepy after just practicing a few words......

Lin Shuang'er even doubted that this word had the effect of helping her sleep, otherwise why did her body instinctively want to sleep as soon as she practiced calligraphy......

The little head shook, Lin Shuang'er couldn't stand the sleepiness, and finally disarmed and surrendered, the pen in her hand fell off suddenly, and she simply fell asleep on the floor......

When Ye Beicheng pushed the door open, he happened to see this scene.

The clean floor is covered with paper, and the paper is full of words, densely packed, from the beginning of the staggering, to the back of the juanxiu neat, it seems that there is indeed a good practice of calligraphy.

Ye Beicheng hooked his lips and smiled, his gaze slowly moved up, and finally landed on Lin Shuang'er who was lying in the corner.

The afternoon sun shines through the thin window, sprinkled on the girl's body, the thin body curled up, as lazy as a cat, and the delicate little face is bathed in the sun, like a porcelain doll carved in pink and jade.

The clear clothes couldn't hide her sudden spring light, and Ye Beicheng's gaze fell on her slender and graceful legs, and her breathing suddenly tightened.

The sunlight was warm and very comfortable on her body, Lin Shuang'er moved, and the perfect outline of her chest rose and fell like waves with her breathing.

The dark tide in the eyes of the night Beicheng surged.

That night was attacked, Lin Shuang'er's clothes had already been stained with blood, so naturally she couldn't wear them anymore, the clothes of the people in the Hou Mansion were all coarse linen clothes, and she must have panicked when she wore them, so he ordered Xuanwu to go to the famous tailor shop on Changjie Street to buy her a few sets of clothes and come back.

He specially instructed that the fabric should be soft and close to the skin, and it should be spun with good Yunjin silk.

I don't know if Xuanwu understood it, and whether he conveyed all his requests to the owner of the tailor shop.

In short, when Xuanwu took it back, Ye Beicheng didn't look at it carefully, and took it from Xuanwu's hand and stuffed it into the cabinet.

It wasn't until he casually took a set for Lin Shuang'er to change into that he discovered that this kind of clothes was not the clothes worn by ordinary people......

The fabric is so clear that it is visible to the naked eye, and with the special cut, Ye Beicheng can't look at her directly......

Ye Beicheng put the osmanthus cake in his hand on the desk, walked up to Lin Shuang'er lightly, and carried her to the bed to settle down.

Lin Shuang'er was already sleeping unsteadily, but she opened her eyes as soon as she heard the movement, and happened to see Ye Beicheng staring at her with burning eyes.

Suddenly frightened, Lin Shuang'er hurriedly got up and was about to get out of bed in a hurry.

"Lord Wang...... Slave maid, slave maid has a good practice of words. She was so nervous that she couldn't even speak, and only hurriedly explained that she was really not lazy, but she was really too sleepy, and she accidentally took a nap.

Can...... But she clearly remembered that she was lying on the ground, so why did she return to bed all of a sudden......

Seeing her anxious look, Ye Beicheng's tone was tepid: "Why don't you go to bed and sleep?" ”

The floor was so cold that she slept on the ground like that......

Lin Shuang'er replied: "The slave maid thinks the ground is also very good......

It was obvious that he said not to dirty his bed, where did she dare to go to his bed to sleep.

Besides, the floor was clean, and the afternoon sun was warm, so she felt very comfortable even if she slept on the floor.

Ye Beicheng's eyebrows twisted slightly: "Your injury is not healed, if you get cold again, don't cry your nose then." ”

Lin Shuang'er was a little surprised, was he caring about her?

Thinking about it, it feels nothing, speaking of which, this injury is still because of him, and he cares about a word or two, maybe just out of guilt.

Thinking of this, Lin Shuang'er said: "The slave is not so delicate. ”

The floor in his room was warm and smooth, more comfortable than the bed in her own room.

Ye Beicheng was helpless, seeing that she had indeed practiced calligraphy well today, and she should be hungry when she thought about it, so she got up and went to the desk and presented two boxes of osmanthus cakes to her: "I am very obedient today, this osmanthus cake is a reward for you." ”

Lin Shuang'er stared at the osmanthus cake in his hand, stunned for a moment.

"What? Don't want to eat? Seeing that she didn't answer for a long time, Ye Beicheng frowned slightly.

Lin Shuang'er was indeed hungry, and she hadn't eaten lunch yet, but as soon as she saw this osmanthus cake, Lin Shuang'er thought of that incident.

She trembled her eyes, looked at Ye Beicheng, and asked tentatively, "Does the prince still want to eat?" ”

Yebei Cheng has never liked to eat these sweet and greasy things, so he said: "This king is not hungry." ”

Lin Shuang'er breathed a sigh of relief, and then took the box containing pastries in his hand with confidence.

As soon as the lid is opened, the fragrance of osmanthus cake suddenly wafts out, which is very appetizing. Look at the book

Lin Shuang'er pinched a small piece of osmanthus cake and ate it in small bites.

Seeing her eat well, Ye Beicheng's mood suddenly became happy, and he asked casually, "How many chapters have you practiced today?" ”

Suddenly, Lin Shuang'er almost choked, she swallowed the pastry in her mouth in a panic, and replied, "Chapter 3." ”

Thinking of the content of the third chapter, Ye Beicheng suddenly felt that his throat was dry, so he asked her: "Then you tell this king, what is the third chapter about?" ”

What is it?

What is it?

Just patronizing the practice of calligraphy, who pays attention to what the content is?

Lin Shuang'er quickly recalled in her mind, and it took a long time to remember.

She said, "It's about ...... How to feed. ”

Ye Beicheng asked again: "Can you understand the essentials?" ”

"The essentials?"

What's the gist?

How to practice calligraphy?

Lin Shuang'er was puzzled.

Folding and vertical hooks, she has practiced many times, and naturally understands some tricks, but not all of them, such as where to pause, she still knows a little bit.

Thinking of this, Lin Shuang'er nodded hesitantly and said, "Understand a little." ”

When she nodded, the hairpin on her head also swayed, her little face was slightly red from the sun, and her fair skin seemed to be covered with a layer of fat powder, and her soft lips regained some blood, making her more and more attractive.

He rolled his throat secretly, feeling that his throat was getting drier and drier: "Understand? ”

Lin Shuang'er took another bite of the pastry and chewed it carefully to hide the embarrassment of not being able to answer the question.

Ye Beicheng stared at her tightly, his gaze lingered on her lips repeatedly, and then he said in a hoarse voice: "I only know its words, I don't know its meaning, and it is useless to learn it." ”

Lin Shuang'er's head hung lower.

Suddenly, a pair of hands pinched her chin, and her face was lifted domineeringly.

The dark tide in Yebei Cheng's eyes was surging: "Since you don't understand, this king will teach you ...... in person."

When the words fell, his lips were heavily gagged by him......