"Then why do you invite my senior brother to our house for no reason? Who is he? How can he deserve to step into our house?" Princess Zhaorong's face was full of contempt.
It was obvious that the senior brother had no weight in her heart at all.
Ning Guogong patted her shoulder and said with a half-smile: "His identity is not important, and it is not important whether he is worthy of you or not. It is just that you want revenge, and your senior brother is a very suitable candidate. Just take care of him." When he calls, the next thing will be arranged by the Father, and you will definitely get what you want."
Hearing this, Princess Zhaorong was surprised and happy. She grabbed Ning Guogong's sleeve, raised her face and shouted, "Dad, have you thought of a plan? You... tell your daughter quickly!"
"I can't tell you what to do now. Only when I meet your senior brother can I know whether this strategy will work or not." Ning Guo Gong smiled pitifully.
Princess Zhaorong couldn't wait to get out of bed: "Okay, the daughter will write to the senior brother immediately. As long as he receives his daughter's letter, the senior brother will come non-stop."
She was extremely confident, because in this world, except for her emperor cousin who she couldn't handle, every other man who saw her would immediately fall under her pomegranate skirt.
During these three years of academic life, there was no man in the entire school who was not fascinated by her. A mere senior brother would naturally look down upon her.
Royal study room.
That night, Mo Chuan didn't even close his eyes. He read "Thirty-Six Strategies" and "Sun Tzu's Art of War" handwritten by Shen Ning over and over several times. He couldn't bear to put them down. Every time he read them, he felt enlightened.
It wasn't until the sky became brighter that he put down the book, still unsatisfied.
Turning around, I saw Shen Ning leaning on the desk, already asleep.
Seeing her sleeping so soundly, he couldn't bear to wake her up, but today was the day to see Gu Qingze off. If he missed it, she would feel guilty for a long time, so he still had to harden his heart and hug her shoulders. Gently pushed.
"Ning'er, it's almost dawn, wake up."
Shen Ning opened her eyes drowsily: "Is it going to get dawn? So soon?"
She rubbed her eyes and looked out the window. Sure enough, she saw that the dawn had dyed the window paper white. She immediately jumped up and shouted: "Oh, it's really dawn, Mo Chuan, why didn't you wake me up earlier!"
"It's not too late to wake you up now. The city gate is not open at this hour, so your master can't leave." Mo Chuan put down the book and stroked her hair on the temples lovingly.
"Mo Chuan, do you really want to go with me to see the master off? Are you not going to the morning court?" She blinked.
Mo Chuan was stunned for a moment, thought for a while and said: "You go first, I will arrive immediately after going to court. Just in time, you two masters and apprentices may have something to say. If I am not here, your master will be more comfortable."
He had always vaguely felt that Gu Qingze had a vague hostility towards him, but he didn't care.
"Okay, then I'll go now. If I go too late, I'm afraid the master will leave before he can wait." She stood up with a smile, straightened her dress, then picked up a book she had just silently written last night, and hugged it in her arms. In arms.
"What are you holding? Is it also a military book?" Mo Chuan took a curious look.
"It's not a military book, but a medical book on acupuncture that my master has always wanted to read." Shen Ning lowered her head with a sad expression.