Long Jiu said in a cold tone: "Come in and help me polish the ink."
Grinding ink
"My lord, I don't know how to do this," Feng Xi'er said honestly.
In the past, Xiaotuo was the one who helped. She could handle the writing brush just fine, but she was too careless to do the small work of grinding ink.
When she saw Long Jiu's squinting cold eyes, Feng Xi'er was so frightened that she shut her mouth obediently, sneaked to the front door very wisely, opened the door, walked up to Long Jiu, and took a look around. , saw prepared pens, inks, paper, inkstones, and a glass of water on the square table.
Feng Xi'er looked away, stood respectfully beside Long Jiu, and asked cautiously: "That prince, the little one doesn't know how to do it. Can the prince teach the little one?"
The corners of Long Jiu's mouth raised slightly, feeling inexplicably happy.
Stupid woman.
Long Jiu said nothing and glanced at Feng Xi'er.
Walking to the square table, she poured water and ink into the inkstone without thinking. After wiping her hands, she walked to the wooden chair in the middle of the square table and sat down. Feng Xier walked to the inkstone consciously, picked up the ink stick next to it, and then Trying hard to recall the plot she saw on TV, she put the ink stick into the inkstone. Feng Xi'er straightened her posture, lowered her head, and focused on looking at the ink stick in her hand. Her movements were gentle and measured, and she slowly Rhythmic circles.
Feng Xi'er didn't dare to speak, and she didn't dare to look at Long Jiu. She straightened her body and slowly turned the ink sticks, for fear that if one of them was not polished properly, Long Jiu would splash the ink on her head when she was angry.
Long Jiu read the medical book and occasionally glanced at Feng Xi'er.
Still saying no? A very professional look. Better than him.
Time flows by bit by bit, and there is an ambiguous atmosphere in the air. Feng Xi'er was concentrating on sharpening her ink, and didn't notice that Long Jiu glanced at her from time to time. Long Jiu didn't understand why he was focused on Feng Xi'er, and it took him a while to realize that he had overturned the medical book.
Slightly embarrassed, Long Jiu coughed lightly, turned the medical book upside down naturally, and continued to read.
After a long time, Feng Xi'er felt that her hands were a little stiff and uncomfortable, so she asked, "Your Majesty, is it okay to grind them like this?"
Long Jiu noticed Feng Xi'er's slightly painful expression, and he felt a little frustrated in his heart. He said coldly: "Keep grinding, I am used to using finer ink."
Feng Xi'er made a frustrated sound and muttered secretly in her heart. She had no choice but to express all her complaints in her heart, with her little head hanging down and her brows knitted together.
Feng Xi'er worked hard and found some skills, which were not as rigid as at the beginning. She could raise her little head and look around while sharpening the ink.
Otherwise, her neck would feel uncomfortable, her head would hang down all the time, and she would not be able to sit down. Unexpectedly, grinding ink seems simple, but it is also a hard technical job.
Feng Xi'er glanced around, and occasionally glanced at Long Jiu. She looked at Long Jiu's profile as he was reading a book seriously. She remembered that when she was recovering from her previous injury in Jiuwang Mansion, Long Jiu was also like this. She was reading the medical book quietly. She was taking care of herself. Doing what you want to do.
However, although Long Jiu still felt indifferent that time, he was still caring, considerate and friendly towards her. Now...
Two completely different attitudes.
Similarly, Long Jiu's indifferent temperament, although silent, has an aura that cannot be ignored. Every move he makes is noble and noble. No matter how noisy the surroundings are, it cannot affect his quiet temperament. .
What Feng Xi'er was curious about was why Long Jiu seemed to have completely forgotten the things he had interacted with her before. Even if Long Jiu was hot and cold, he would not be so indifferent to her, as if she hated him so much. The same enemies.
The strangeness in Long Jiu's eyes and the sudden change of attitude left Feng Xi'er puzzled.
Feng Xi'er looked at Long Jiu's side face, and the doubts in her heart were aroused again. She wanted to reach out and take off the mask on Long Jiu's face. This was such a good opportunity to be alone. If she missed this opportunity, she would...
Feng Xi'er stared at Long Jiu's side face with burning eyes, fighting a conflict in her heart.
Suddenly, Long Jiu raised his face and met Feng Xi'er's eyes. Feng Xi'er was stunned for two seconds, then rolled her eyes guiltily and quickly looked away. He secretly exhaled in shock.
So dangerous. Long Jiu's lethal eyes made people panic.
Feng Xi'er pretended to lower her head and sharpen the ink seriously. She felt as if the side of her face was burned, and she didn't dare to look around anymore.
A slight smile appeared on Long Jiu's lips, then he lowered his head and continued reading the medical book.
Time flows again in bits and pieces. The room was silent. Each other was speechless.
For a long time, Feng Xi'er's arms were sore and her wrists were slightly numb. Her wrists hadn't fully recovered yet. If she continued to work like this, she would probably have to give up again.
My body suddenly felt a little itchy.
Feng Xi'er gained courage and said, "Well, Your Majesty, my little back is a little itchy. Can you stop rubbing the ink first and scratch it?"
Long Jiu raised his eyes and saw Feng Xi'er's itchy and painful expression.
Long Jiu smiled coldly and said harshly: "If you feel itchy, just scratch it yourself. Do you want me to scratch it for you personally?"
Gaha? Did she hear it correctly? Lord Ghost King actually still jokes? Instead of abusing her, he teased her
Panicked, flattered.
With the consent of Lord Ghost King, Feng Xi'er immediately put down the ink stick, rubbed her body suddenly, put one hand on the back of her neck, and started scratching it very ungracefully. The more I scratched, the more itchy I became.
Maybe you didn't take a shower last night, and the wooden bed hasn't been occupied for a long time, which caused skin allergies
Unfortunately, the back was itchy again, and it was inconvenient to scratch it. Long Jiu was nearby again, so Feng Xi'er was embarrassed to make a big move to scratch the itch, so she could only scratch it gently to make herself less uncomfortable.
Holding back her discomfort, Feng Xi'er retracted her hand, rolled her eyes slightly embarrassed, and touched her little face a little helplessly.
Long Jiu looked at Feng Xi'er and saw that Feng Xi'er's face was stained with ink and there was a small leaf stuck in her hair. Paired with Feng Xi'er's straight bangs, ignoring the ugly scar, her big and smart eyes blinked innocently, which was very cute.
"Sit down..." Long Jiu suddenly said.
So kind? Lord Ghost King still has some conscience. Feng Xi'er just thought of this. Long Jiu threw her a writing brush. Then he said: "Help me record the moves."
Feng Xi'er nodded, and her little face that had just been ignited with hope sank again. The ghost king is the ghost king, how can he have any conscience? snort.
Pick up the brush and unwrap the white paper. Sit upright on a round stool. Sitting like a good student. Waiting for Long Jiu to speak.
"Five grams of white peony root..." Long Jiu just read out loud.
Feng Xi'er picked up the brush and wrote gracefully. The wooden door was pushed open. Feng Xi'er raised her eyes and saw Ziyun walking in lightly carrying hot food.
There was a flash of shock in Ziyun's eyes, and Feng Xi'er noticed it accidentally.
There was an illusion that the second wife had been caught red-handed by the main wife. Feng Xier lacked confidence and her eyes darted around with a guilty conscience. A threesome would be awkward.
This Ziyun must have thought that she was trying to seduce Long Jiu.
Ziyun placed the hot food on the empty table, looked at Feng Xi'er with a smile, and said with a polite and generous smile, "Miss, is she here too?"
Feng Xi'er smiled awkwardly: "Well, I came in just because the prince asked me to come in."
Ziyun's tone sounded like it was a rare thing for her to be here.
A note to readers:
Dear book lovers, my book is almost finished. If you have any questions, please leave me a message. I feel like I didn’t write it well. I don’t know if you like this story.