Princesses are always forced to blacken

Chapter 66 Being a Student ([-])

"Yunji, are you sure?"

The corner of her mouth twitched, and Su Raoyu pointed her finger at the stack of bookshelves.

Densely packed.

Immediately realizing that Yunji couldn't see, he walked directly opposite Yunji and sat down. He was very comfortable and didn't treat himself as a guest at all.

"I'm afraid your study has moved most of the books in the entire Yun Palace! Although I am only allowed to read, but based on [-] days a year, if I read two books a day, it will take at least ten years."

During the conversation, he directly took the bamboo table and put a cup of tea on it for himself.

The moon sand pot has been kept warm on the small stove, steaming hot, lingering white mist.

Take a sip.

It warms the heart and lungs.

I just had dinner, and now I am a little thirsty.

"Look at whatever you want, as long as you can see as much as you want, as long as you can meet my requirements, when I think you can become a teacher, you can stop."

Yunji only said this, and he groped for a Yuehua cup, and was about to pour himself a cup of tea. Seeing this, Su Rao frowned slightly, and directly took the cup from Yunji's hand.

"Let me do it! If you are such a finely carved porcelain jade figure, if it burns again, the second brother will definitely eat me."

The tea was poured into the cup, with layers of water mist, but the cup was not hot at all, but warm jade, everything in Yunji was so precious.

Although the cup was not hot, the tea was very hot. Su Rao blew on it by the way, then took Yunji's hand and put it in his, being careful not to burn it.

Such a slender catkin held his hand again, and Yun Ji felt an inexplicable warm current in his heart, as if the bright sun in June was shining on his heart.

It warmed my heart.

The smile on the corner of the mouth became shallower and deeper again, and the whole person seemed to become more and more warm and moist like jade.

Falling snow can be melted by it.

Su Rao didn't notice this change in Yunji at all.

The matter of studying is settled, but the time arranged by Yunji is also a problem.

"Yun Ji, read as you please, but you arrange all my time for a day, if I have something to do! Although the second brother taught me, they also let me have my own freedom to do my own things in my free time."

Su Rao bargained again. She didn't really come to Prince Yun's Mansion to be disciplined by Yun Ji. If it wasn't for the smooth cooperation with Yun Ji in the future and temporary solution to her current predicament, she would not be so patient.

Yun Ji took a sip of tea, put down the cup, and then slowly said: "This arrangement is only to give us peace for each other as soon as possible. I am not imprisoning your freedom. If you have something to do, you can leave at any time, as long as I arrange it. There was no delay in studying."

In the study room, there was silence.

Yunji's answer was that Su Rao didn't pick a thorn in the side. In fact, it is only beneficial to her to have Prince Jiyue as his wife. When she reappears in the eyes of the world, it is the credit of Prince Jiyue that she changes. Good teaching, after all, a famous teacher produces a good apprentice.

Su Rao nodded, then she will be fine.

After nodding, he realized again that Yunji couldn't see, and just about to speak, Yunji asked first, but there are other questions, if there are no more, let's start!

Hand over the 'Jiping Narrative' placed on the side of the bamboo table.

Su Rao took it smoothly.

Jiping narrative is about all the unofficial history recorded in the ancient time she came from since ancient times, and many ancient historical records that do not appear in the official history or completely run counter to the official history.

That is a wild history book.

Su Rao turned from the first page.

Although this unknown ancient world is not in the same era as the ancient world of Emperor Qin, Han and Wu known to her, there are many things that are exactly the same.

For example, this font, traditional seal script, and paper, silk and rice paper.

It's just that paper books can be used by noble families, and more bamboo slips are made of bamboo boards, just like the bamboo slip scrolls in Yun Ji's hands. Wood and bamboo are made into slips through several processes.

It can be recycled until the bamboo slips are cut too thin and can no longer be used.

Su Rao's voice was as clear and beautiful as that night at Wanglu Temple.

Around the tip of the heart.

In the study room, the candles were burning, making soft noises, and the soft light fell on the two people sitting opposite each other on the Yuehua bamboo couch. Their meandering figures were reflected on the window sills, and it looked very warm from the outside.

Yunling and Yunfeng were not guarding outside the study room, but on the first floor. Although they didn't know the aura of their elder son's body, they both knew that their elder son was in a good mood from the shadow cast by the window lattice.

Because the window lattice was never opened tonight, nor was the solitude overlooking the Great General's Palace, nor did the folding fan with the painting of the young man in red and the bright red handkerchief embroidered with the word "Rao" appear in their eyes. The Shizi's body was locked into a box instead, and dust was sealed in a dark compartment.

Yi Su also watched, her mood, compared with Yunling and Yunfeng's tranquility, showed more pity and distress for Su Rao, how much effort did the young lady use to make herself so calm, and put that bone-destroying His hatred is deeply buried in the dark place in my heart that I dare not touch.

Qingfengju is so harmonious inside, but at this moment, there is a snowstorm on the forest path sixty miles away from Langjing. It is a cold winter day, and the cold wind is howling at night, making his face tremble.

The woman in the red dress had a soft and charming face that was colder than the cold wind of the night, and there seemed to be frost condensed between the brows.

But even if she is so cold as ice, it's hard to hide her evil face, her soft and charming bones, her skin and bones are so disastrous to the country and the people.

The natural charm seduces the heart and soul, and she is willing to bow down to her bewitching strength, willing to be a puppet, and let her drive her.

But opposite her, that black robe, the hem of the clothes was scraping, the indifferent gaze, the cold breath rushing towards the face, the whole person was like a violent lion about to go into a rage. The woman hooked her heart and soul again.

The woman looked at the person opposite who was so angry, the corners of her mouth raised abruptly, and her slender jade fingers pulled a strand of hair in front of her, twirling it lightly, and the cold night wind blew her bright red clothes flutteringly.

Eye waves flow, smile charm.

"Su Yumo, you want to give that ugly girl Su Rao to my prince's brother, you must be dreaming! This prince will never let your scheme succeed."

Layers of coldness suddenly burst out from Su Er's indifferent eyes.

"I said, if you dare to wear women's clothes again..."

A reflection, the moonlight reflected, the sword moved, and the strong wind suddenly blew up.

Yun Mujing suddenly became vigilant, the woman's charm disappeared, and the long sword came out.

There was a sharp edge on the whole person, and the masculinity was revealed.

Hard and soft.

With a cold snort:
"This prince has never been afraid of threats since he grew up, but you still want to control this prince's clothes and sleep, Su Yumo, you think highly of yourself."

During the conversation, his body moved.

Suddenly, there was the sound of long swords colliding.

clang…

On the forest path, the wind blows up.

Not far away, brilliant torches illuminated the entire barracks as bright as day, and also reflected the coldness that swept through the clouds and wind.

In the barracks, those soldiers with bruised noses and swollen faces stretched their necks one by one, and some even jumped onto the martial arts training field on tiptoe.

Just to be able to see what wind direction is on the forest path.

"Ah, it's really embarrassing. Did the Seventh Prince, who was full and had nothing to do, actually ran to the barracks to provoke our general again? Now that he comes, we will be the ones who will suffer in the end. My ass is still hurting so badly now!"

With a rough voice, a group of rough men in the military camp chattered like a group of eight women.

"That's right, if you don't want to be a good prince, you have to dress up like a woman like a woman, and provoke our general again and again."

"Hey, hey, you say..." The words paused slightly. "Is it possible that... the Seventh Prince really has a crush on our general."

This word is so abrupt, as small as a mosquito.

The barracks was suddenly lonely, and only the crackling of torches could be heard in the silence.

"Do whatever you need to do. If you don't go to bed at night, do you feel that your bones are not enough, and you want to experience it again."

Expressionless reprimands came, and they dispersed outside the gate of the barracks.

Su Han was calm, his eyes fell on the increasingly fierce battle in the forest path, his thick eyebrows were furrowed, and he clenched the handle of the knife on his back.

The Seventh Prince really won't fall in love with...

　Happy Lantern Festival, first order on the shelves...

　　
　
(End of this chapter)