In the end, Chu Yanhuan was sent away by her emperor father.
After being packed and thrown out of the imperial study room, he also said by the way, "Give me a good chance, and don't intentionally annoy Shen Qingjue, do you hear me?"
With a cry, the little girl drooped her head and walked away step by step, as if she had been kicked out.
Cough, I was kicked out.
The next day, Chu Yanhuan was carried by her emperor's father to the study room.
"..."
Her heart is in denial.
Shen Qingjue was alone in the upper study room. He was sitting in front of the desk with a book in his hand. His slender and fair finger bones were beautiful.
The sun outside shone in, and the cool pages of the book were warmed by the sun, and the black characters on the writing were smudged into a somewhat golden color by the sun.
Facing the light, the lines of the young man's side face were slightly blurred, and he looked like an exile.
Seeing Chu Yanhuan coming, he raised his dark eyes slightly, stared at her quietly, and parted his light lips slightly: "The princess is here?"
Chu Yanhuan moved over almost step by step, with an air of reluctance all over his body, and his unhappiness was almost written on his face.
She replied "Yes" stiffly, and sat down with a delicate and white face.
Shen Qingjue smiled, and didn't care about Chu Yanhuan's attitude.
He brought the book in front of Chu Yanhuan, spread it out, and tapped the table with his slender, fair fingers.
"I believe the princess should understand what His Majesty expects of you."
Chu Yan resented him, "I don't understand, and I don't want to learn."
The young man glanced at her, but he was not angry, and continued: "Your Majesty has no children, and you are his favorite princess. This emperor's way...you have to learn it if you don't want to."
Hearing this, the girl raised her eyes and looked straight at Shen Qingjue, "You can't say these words casually, Prime Minister Shen."
The young man with stunning eyebrows smiled slightly, raised his hand and rubbed the girl's head, and said in a warm voice.
"Hey, call me teacher."
Chu Yanhuan: "..." She reached out and knocked off Shen Qingjue's hand.
Pooh!
Teacher, your sister!
The morning class was over soon, and Chu Yanhuan was already a salty fish.
She was lying on the table, her snow-white and delicate face was full of lovelessness.
Although Shen Qingjue's voice is very nice, and he speaks very well.
But she couldn't help being sleepy! !
Seeing Chu Yanhuan's appearance, Shen Qingjue smiled, and he slowly put away the books on the table.
Then he walked slowly to the girl's side, bent down, put his thin lips next to her ear, and said softly, "Princess, this is the first day."
"We... have a long time to come."
The fragrant and cool breath came to her ears, and Chu Yanhuan shrank uncomfortably, but when she heard the other person's words, her eyelids twitched and she sat up abruptly.
And then caught off guard.
She met the youth's pale and thin lips.
The four eyes are facing each other.
Chu Yanhuan blinked and froze instantly.
Fuck blah blah... blah blah!
The little girl jumped up and dodged backwards, but because she was sitting on a chair, she fell down.
Shen Qingjue quickly clasped her waist with his eyes and hands, and with a little force on his slender fingers, he protected her in his arms, knocking himself against the corner of the table.
The young man let out a muffled snort, his thin lips overflowing with a clear and sexy voice.
The little girl opened one eye, saw the posture of the two of them now, she was silent again.
Her arms wrapped around each other's neck, Shen Qingjue's hand clasped her waist, and their noses almost touched.
The posture is slightly ambiguous.
Then Chu Yanhuan saw that the beauty in front of her frowned, pain flashed across her delicate and pale face.