The candlelight in the room flickered slightly, and the earth dragon was burning in the room, making it extremely warm.
Coupled with the person walking in front, people can't help but feel a sense of peace of mind.
Chu Ci turned her head to look at him, sat on the stool, and saw that he was also sitting down, and then propped up her chin and said, "I can't sleep well, what are you doing here?"
The little girl looked soft and sticky, sitting behind the desk with a serious expression on her face.
The corners of Su Yu's lips were slightly pursed, and his eyes naturally fell on Chu Ci's half-copied Buddhist scriptures.
He paused before opening his mouth, "Is the princess punished today because of me?"
"No." Chu Ci shook her head seriously, "It's all because I didn't think it through myself, and I forgot that the Cheng family belongs to the queen's side, and you can't see blood when you beat someone."
Chu Ci's tone of course made Su Yu stunned.
I saw the little princess patted the table lightly with her small hand, and the soft bun had a depressed expression on her face, "You said if I kicked him hard at the beginning, wouldn't it be obvious soon?"
Looking at the depressed expression on this bun's face, it seems that he is indeed quite regretful about this matter.
Su Yu: ...
"Also, you can just call me by my name, you don't need to call me Princess," Chu Ci said immediately, then tilted her head and thought for a while, "Otherwise, you can call me sister, after all, you will be here later. I live here."
But didn't you say you wanted to become a husband-in-law before
Su Yu looked at Chu Ci in front of him, and finally swallowed the question that was about to blurt out, answered in a low voice, and changed the subject.
"I can copy it for you."
He raised his head and his eyes fell on the Buddhist scriptures on Chu Ci's table.
Although Su Yu didn't receive any good education, when King Xiao was around, he was also taught to read and write, so just copying books can really come in handy.
Chu Ci smiled lightly, blinked her big eyes, and greeted him, asking him to come over and write a few words for herself.
Su Yu didn't hesitate either, and approached Chu Ci directly.
There is a faint sweet smell on Chu Ci's body. As he gets closer, the smell becomes more intense, but it is not too greasy, but a very subtle and refreshing sweetness.
The man had already taken a pen and stuffed it into his hand, pulled out a piece of rice paper from the side, and looked at him with interest.
Su Yu didn't speak, and raised his pen to write a few words on the rice paper according to the contents of the Buddhist scriptures.
Then he glanced at Chu Ci standing beside him.
There was a hint of doubt in Chu Ci's eyes. She had already investigated Su Yu's situation clearly, but she didn't expect that this person could actually write well.
A little restrained, but it is not difficult to see the publicity hidden in it.
The movements of the fingertips are also a little stiff, probably because he just changed his original writing habit.
Seeing the doubt in Chu Ci's eyes, Su Yu froze for a moment, the pen in his hand trembled slightly, and a drop of ink instantly fell from the tip of the pen, leaving a black dot on the snow-white rice paper.
Chu Ci didn't think too much, and directly stretched out her hand from the side, took Su Yu's hand, and then squeezed his pen.
The black stain was smudged away, and finally painted into a butterfly whose wings change colors and seem to be flying gracefully.
"It seems that the requirements for finding a husband for you should be higher."