This is not the first time she has spoken to Zhou Yan.

As early as in her previous life, she met Zhou Yan, when she was still a little nobleman, and she knelt in the imperial garden for a day and a night because she was punished by the queen.

happened to be passing by Zhou Yan on duty and handed her a piece of food.

She stepped forward to thank him, but it was indeed a pair of scarlet eyes, and in the faint moonlight, blood could be seen flowing down his wrist.

The smell of blood rushed to the tip of her nose, and the man just glanced at her and walked away, the bright saber still flashing in a trance.

No swords are allowed in the palace!

On the second day, it was rumored in the palace that there were assassins in the palace, and the old prince was wiped on his neck at the palace banquet, and the emperor was unconscious but still had half his life left.

Hearing this, Song Chu'an couldn't help but shudder, at that time, whether it was in the day or in her sleep, her mind was full of Prime Minister Zhou Yan's appearance.

She always felt that this matter had nothing to do with Zhou Yan, but she could only assume that she didn't know, not only that the person gave her a piece of food and didn't hurt her half a point, but also because she didn't want to be killed.

Maybe the prime minister gave her charity on a whim, but if Zhou Yan thought of it one day, her life would not be saved.

Song Chu'an was afraid of him.

She had never seen murder, let alone smelled blood, and the first time she encountered this kind of thing, it was still difficult for a fourteen or fifteen-year-old girl to accept.

But fortunately, since then, she has not seen Zhou Yan, whether it is a palace banquet or other times, she only glanced at it from a distance, and there is no intersection.

It was almost the same scene, staged in the previous life and this life, Prime Minister Zhou Yan handed her something and left.

Song Chu'an looked at the back in the distance, the tips of his hands were already cold at some point, and he walked quickly like Yongxiang Palace with his eyes down.

"Miss, you're back!"

Chunlai, who was guarding in front of the door, hurriedly greeted Song Chu'an as soon as he saw it.

Song Chu'an hummed lightly and carefully put down the bright light in his hand. Seeing this, Chunlai wanted to put it away, but was interrupted by Song Chu'an.

She has to keep this thing safe, maybe she will have to return it one day.

"Is the emperor gone?"

Song Chu'an asked in a whisper.

Chunlai nodded, leaned into Song Chu'an's ear, and replied to Miss to explain her affairs: "The emperor accompanied his mother to have dinner before leaving, and he brought a reward when he came." ”

Hearing that the concubine had a reward, Song Chuan nodded with relief, it was a good thing that the emperor could come, and he also brought a reward to prove that he still remembered the concubine in his heart.

The concubine is a smart person, Song Chu'an thought, she will definitely grasp the emperor's mind.

She can finally stop worrying about the concubine today, but she can't be idle, she worries about tomorrow's study to read, and all the people in it are waiting to see Gu Siming and her own affairs.

Gu Siming's chaotic temperament was politely rejected by himself yesterday, and he didn't know what he would do tomorrow.

Song Chu'an sighed and lay on the bed with his eyes closed.

No matter! When things are at the worst they will mend.

……

On the second day, Song Chu'an got up early in the morning with his thoughts in mind, and quietly went to the study when there was no one around.

As soon as she pushed the door open, a cold air sparsely rushed to her forehead, and the study did not close the window, and the wind squeaked the window.

When Song Chu'an entered the room, he saw a person sitting in front of his master's position.

He hung his head and was studying calligraphy, his knuckled hands were reflected on the paper in the sunlight, Song Chu'an quietly closed the door, and he didn't dare to make a harsh sound.

Despite her careful movements, the man who had learned the words heard the movement and raised his eyes to look at her.

Song Chu'an swallowed his throat carefully, looking at those deep eyes a little overwhelmed.

The two were speechless, and neither of them opened their mouths to say the first word.

Song Chu'an simply lowered his eyes, sat down in his place honestly, and took out one or two books on the table at random, not knowing whether it was poetry or historical records, and wiped them at random.

She shouldn't have woken up so early.

Originally, it was to stagger the nodes with many people and avoid running into Gu Siming, but no one told her how Prime Minister Zhou Yan could be here.

There were only the two of them in the room for a long time, Song Chuan couldn't read the book, so he simply took the book to cover his face, only revealing a pair of eyes, and looked at Zhou Yan in front of him in the afterglow.

Song Chu'an didn't understand, why was Zhou Yan here?

The person who practiced calligraphy seemed to find out her eyes, put down the pen in his hand and stood up, Song Chuan shuddered when he saw this, quickly put the book flat, and looked at the book with his head down.

She didn't dare to move, but drew in random circles with a brush, as if she were hallucinating, when she suddenly heard two chuckles from inside the room.

Despite this, Song Chuan still didn't dare to move anymore.

It wasn't until someone pushed open the door that the third prince walked in, he first looked around and prepared to sit down as usual, but when he sat down, he saw the man in the master's place clearly.

"Cheng ...... Appearance? ”

The third prince's eyes were full of disbelief, and he rubbed his eyes and thought he was still dreaming.

Zhou Yan snorted softly when he heard this, but he didn't say anything.

is taciturn, but it is really Zhou Yan's character.

Song Chu'an lowered his eyes and didn't dare to look at it, and the third prince didn't dare to move, so he picked up the book and looked at it with the same rules as himself.

Later, when people came again, they were all as surprised as the two of them, and they all sat down in their places after the surprise.

But no one dared to be presumptuous in front of the prime minister, even if it was the fifth princess, she only dared to speak to the people around her in a low voice.

Song Chu'an sat in the seat with the book in her hand, and her heart was much more comfortable, although she didn't know why the prime minister came to the study today, but after all, no one inquired about her and Gu Siming.

When the people were almost here, Zhou Yan, who was sitting at the front, finally spoke, he raised his eyes to look around, and said unhurriedly: "In the future, I will take you to learn and study." ”

Everyone was stunned, looking at each other, all stunned, but no one dared to raise objections.

Who is Zhou Yan? People who worship the prime minister at the age of 20 have been emperors since they were nineteen years old, and they have taught the emperor, the eldest prince and the second prince, and now they have come to teach them, but they have climbed high.

No one dared to ask why the master had suddenly changed, and how long would Zhou Yan teach them.

Everyone sat upright, picked up the books, picked up the brushes and carefully circled them.

Song Chu'an was the same on the surface, picking up the pen circle in his hand and drawing the content of Zhou Yan's teaching.

The wolf in her hand is really easy to use and smooth, and it doesn't take a lot of effort to write, Song Chu'an pinched the brush, but suddenly remembered the words of the young man yesterday.

He said that the wolf had poured boiling water several times before bringing it to her.

Song Chu'an felt an unknown heart welling up in his heart, and when he turned his head by chance, he found that the position behind him was empty.

Gu Siming didn't come today.