Su Xier's first reaction was that the third prince entered the Library of Books, but when she put down her broom and went to the Library of Writings, Kong Taifu again asked, "Be careful, don't anger King Hao."
Not the third prince, but King Hao! I waited for him for a long time yesterday, and he came this morning.
"The look of King Hao is not very good, please be careful." Kong Taifu was worried, and asked again.
Su Xi'er nodded, "Teacher, don't worry." After speaking, she walked to the writing pavilion.
Chaomu looked at Su Xi'er, and her eyebrows wrinkled again. She always felt that Su Xier and Tan Ge were mysterious, but she couldn't tell where they were.
There was a tangled expression on her face. The first time he saw her, Taifu couldn't help but say, "Chaomu, what dazed, quickly sweep the floor. Tan Ge is not here, you do her work together."
"Where is Shuxian? Let him come out and help." Chaomu murmured while sweeping the floor. She was not afraid to work, but she couldn't get her mouth free. She had to find someone to accompany her to sweep the floor so that she could talk.
Of course, Taifu Kong understands her thoughts, "He was sent by me to do other things. Today you are going to sweep it by yourself. Cangshuge needs absolute silence. You are a girl. You should restrain your crooked temper early and be quiet."
Chaomu snorted, then directly replied, "What's the silence? The dead are quiet!"
Taifu Kong ignored her, turned around and walked away. Chaomu's temperament was as innocent as a child. But Cangshu Pavilion is in the palace after all, so too would say, it's not good.
Chaomu didn't care about so much, and started muttering while sweeping the floor.
In the writing pavilion, Su Xier opened the door and walked in, and saw Pei Qianhao looking through the Lanti copybook.
After closing the door, Su Xier blessed herself and said, "For slaves, see King Hao."
Pei Qianhao raised his eyes to look at her, "There are no outsiders, so don't have to pay tribute to the king, come forward, and the king has something to ask you." As he said, he put down the copybook in his hand and spread it out on the table.
"King Hao, you ask." Su Xier stepped forward and said.
"You can write orchid style, and promised to teach the three princes how to write orchid style?" Although it was a question, his tone was very firm.
Su Xi'er did not deny, "The slave servant did teach it."
"Are you not afraid that this king is unhappy?" Pei Qianhao raised his eyebrows and asked back.
"Wang Hao is only so deceptive? The servant and the third prince didn't have much contact."
"This king remembers that the third prince gave you powder and was very kind to you." Pei Qianhao said while studying ink.
"King Hao, do you want to write Lan style? Lan style, women write more. Besides, don't you hate Ning Rulan?" Su Xi'er couldn't help asking, with a hint of temptation in her words.
"Writing regardless of male or female, Lan is already accepted by everyone. Women write more, but there are also men. This king can't write?" Pei Qianhao picked up the pen, dipped it with some ink, and wrote the word Xi on the paper. .
Although the pen is full of rigidity at the front of the pen, the pen can reach this level for the first time, which is quite good.
At this time, Pei Qianhao said again, "When did this king say that she hates Ning Rulan? This king praises her for her ability to govern the country. As for other aspects, this king does not comment on it."
Very pertinent and fair evaluation, without personal feelings.
Su Xier continued to ask, "The other aspects that King Hao said refer to Ning Rulan's style of acting, or his temperament?"
"This king discovered that you have more than a little respect for Ning Rulan. She is staunch and does not give in. If she is a man, she must be a strong man. As a woman, she lacks flexibility. A woman who is not flexible, who Would a man like it?" Pei Qianhao said while writing again, this time he wrote her name in full.
There are three characters written on the paper in blue style, Su Xi'er.
Su Xier looked at these three words, he would not know, her other name was Ning Rulan. Which man would like a woman who is too staunch
"What's the matter?" Pei Qianhao put down the pen and looked at her carefully.
Su Xi'er asked suddenly, "What does King Hao like for servants? The servants are particularly flexible?"
Pei Qianhao frowned slightly, raised his arms, and wrapped her in his arms, with his chin resting on the top of her hair, "This king has already said it, but this king will not say sweet words."
There is a kind of emotion called feeling. I can't tell the reason for liking you, but I just like you. Similarly, there is a kind of fate called fate.
Su Xi'er leaned on his chest and did not speak any more.
"Is the injury on the arm better?" Pei Qianhao asked as he probed her wound.
"The scar has fallen off, leaving only a little mark. If you apply it with stamen pollen, the mark will disappear, so don't worry."
After Su Xi'er finished speaking, she raised her head to look at him, "King Hao, Madam Zhao found something left by the murderer on Mother Liu's hand. From that thing, the slave girl smelled of herbs and purple smoked flowers. He smelled of herbs. The smell is not surprising. The strange thing is that you can smell purple smoked flowers. Purple smoked flowers... ”
He was interrupted by Pei Qianhao before he finished speaking. He held her waist with both hands, and suddenly lifted her up sideways and placed it on the empty writing table on the other side.
He curled his eyebrows, his eyes showed a joke, "This matter is over, what do you want to do so much?"
Subconsciously, he didn't want her to know Meixiang.
Su Xi'er knew that he had concealed something from her, and since he didn't say it, she didn't continue to ask.
Pei Qianhao lowered his head and leaned close to her, deliberately blowing a breath on the tip of her nose, which was so warm that his body was slowly pressed down.
"King Hao, this is the writing pavilion." Su Xi'er said as she rejected it, reminding him where it was.
"Of course this king knows that it is Writing Pavilion." He smiled at the corner of his mouth, and his warm lips fell on hers, soft and lingering, as dense as a weave.
Moving slowly, Su Xi'er no longer refused, but followed him, even opened her lips to greet him. He took advantage of the trend and absorbed her fragrance.
The writing pavilion was very warm. I don’t know how long he had passed before he let go of her, looked at her scorchingly, and asked, “Where did you have the courage to stun the king that night in the woods next to the court?”
The old things were brought out again, and Su Xier glanced at him, "I didn't know you at the time, and I didn't know who you were. What's more, you were so arrogant that the slave and maidservant made a heavy shot."
"Why is this king so arrogant?" Pei Qianhao raised his eyebrows slightly and continued to ask.
"At that time you were drunk and saw the slaves and wanted to behave badly. At that time, you were more than arrogant, but also..." Su Xi'er stopped looking at him, two words overflowing from her lips, "Shameless."
Pei Qianhao suddenly understood, no wonder she always told him to drink less, otherwise he would make a mistake. She was afraid of him getting drunk, and the same to other women? Is she jealous
After realizing this possibility, Pei Qianhao suddenly became happy. This little woman had different opinions, but she was already jealous.
However, even if he was drunk, it would only do this to her.