- Nanwangfu, the commander of the guards?

Ye Lanxi suddenly came back to her senses when she heard the voice, raised her eyes and glanced at the person casually.

He said lightly: "Don't be polite, get up." ”

Rufeng said: "Princess Xie." ”

After saluting, he bowed his head slightly.

Then reported to Ye Lanxi: "The prince sent me to deliver a message to the princess and let the princess go to the study." ”

Ye Lanxi waved her sleeves and leaned up neatly from the stone bench, "Well, this princess knows." ”

Rufeng said: "Princess, please come with me." ”

-

Not much.

Ye Lanxi, under the leadership of the escort commander Rufeng, came to the study.

Standing at the door, Rufeng first reported to the inside through the door: "Lord, the princess is here." ”

Then, a low, magnetic voice came from the study: "Come in." ”

After getting the reply from the people inside, Rufeng pushed open the door of the study and let Ye Lanxi into the study.

Close the door again.

"The concubine has seen the prince's ......"

Ye Lanxi was shocked by her awkward self-proclaimed "concubine body", and she was uncomfortable.

Combined with the memory of her identity -

In the past, when I was in the General's Mansion, I used to call myself "Miss Ben Miss Ben", and I was used to it.

At first glance, I changed my name like this, and I haven't been able to get used to it.

Yes.

She's married.

Now she.

It's no longer the innocent lady who didn't know the world before......

The low and magnetic voice came again: "The princess doesn't have to be polite, come here, and study ink for this king." ”

Hearing his words, Ye Lanxi suddenly came back to his senses.

Fang Dekong looked up and glanced at him.

At this time, Jun Yuqi was sitting behind the desk in the study.

The slender and graceful hand held a delicate jade wool pen, and wrote something on the rice paper spread out on the table in front of him.

The golden mask he wears with a hollowed-out pattern on his face obscures half of his face, making it impossible to get a clear look on his face.

It seems that all his emotions are hidden under that golden mask.

Ye Lanxi stood in place for a while.

After looking at him for two seconds, Fang raised his feet and walked towards him.

She stood beside him, carefully holding the bottom of her sleeve, and her fair-skinned hand, white as jade, gracefully picked up the water pot on the table, and dripped a few drops of water onto the inkstone inkwell.

Put down the water pot, skillfully twist the ink and start grinding.

She has a good posture and elegance, showing the demeanor of a young lady.

Every movement of her is as natural as flowing water.

It seems, she does this a lot.

......

A moment later.

Ye Lanxi put down the ink and stood quietly behind him, staring at what he had written on the paper with a pair of beautiful eyes, his gaze wandering with the movements of his pen.

Jun Yuqi was still expressionless, abstinent and cold.

With a wave of the big hand holding the pen, he happily dipped the ink and wrote a few big words on the paper again.

What he wrote on paper was a model book known as "the first book in the world".

His pen, every word, every stroke and every stroke, is firm and powerful, revealing a kind of calm and domineering.

The pen is powerful, the pen is fast, calm and heavy, and it is done in one go.

The font is sturdy, the style is peaceful, natural and smooth.

Very pleasing to the eye.

......

In time, the final stroke will be completed.

Ye Lanxi looked at him neatly and put the pen on the inkstone.

"Husband, the human soul is in all things, the heart is in the hundred remains, the prince's pen is endless, the weather is thousands, the posture is endless, the branches are horizontal, its color, its shape is broken and tossed, and the final pen is even more coherent like the fairy of God, seconds. ”