The cute apprentice of the national teacher is charming and wild

Chapter 88 088: Beauty Scroll, Like Her
The tender milk voice brought Jing Moyan back to his senses.

She's still a child, how could it be her
Jing Moyan stared at the cinnabar on the center of her eyebrows, that woman didn't have such a coquettish cinnabar mole on the center of her eyebrows.
Then he closed his eyes, and Jing Moyan raised his eyes again, the thousands of thoughts in the bottom of his eyes disappeared without a trace, his eyes turned into a light smile, and he said: "I don't know, we met for the first time."

"Oh."

Nan Zhuohua responded lightly, looked away from him, and didn't investigate him too much.

Jing Moyan glanced at the sign on the carriage, and twitched his brows slightly, "Miss from Duke Rong's mansion?"

Nan Zhuohua nodded.

Jing Moyan lowered his eyes and groaned softly, for a moment he couldn't remember when Duke Rong had such a young daughter.

Zhiwen whispered beside him: "My lord, Xu is the Ninth Miss raised in Lanyue Palace."

Miss Nine in Rongguo's mansion, isn't that
Jing Moyan raised his eyebrows and chuckled softly: "The little apprentice next to the national teacher?"

Nan Zhuohua nodded again.

Responding so obediently, he was like two different people when he was arguing with Fang Cai and Jing Chuwan.

Jing Moyan was seldom in the imperial capital, and knew very little about the courtiers' families, but he had heard of Miss Nine in Rongguo Duke's residence.

I heard that she was raised by Yun Ranyue's side when she was born, and was accepted as an apprentice, and she was very doted on.

Jing Moyan looked at the seemingly well-behaved little girl in front of him again.

The marked almond eyes are delicate and beautiful, the fundus of the eyes is clear and bright, but the tails of the eyes are slanted up, depicting rebellion and wildness, showing that she is not an obedient little girl.

Those restless but provocative almond eyes are very similar to that woman.

Suddenly, he took two steps forward, and like a ghost, he reached out his hand to touch her outline, but Nan Zhuohua avoided her, she leaned close to Wuyu, her almond eyes were alert for a moment, like a sensitive little milk cat .

Seeing his outstretched hand, Jing Moyan was also taken aback, wondering why he acted like this, just because, is she very similar to her?
He smiled apologetically, and Wen Er said politely, "Sorry, I scared you."

Taking two steps back, maintaining the original distance, he asked softly, "What happened to you and Chuwan? Why are you arguing?"

The voice was soft, as if afraid of frightening her.

Jing Chuwan took the first step and cried: "Uncle Shihuang, it was her maidservant who attacked my carriage," pointing to the carriage behind him that was falling apart on the ground, with a look of aggrieved expression, "Look, my carriage has been smashed. , I can’t go back to the palace.”

Nan Zhuohua retorted with a stubborn face: "You were the one who was rude first."

Jing Chuwan was indignant: "Who asked you to block the way first?"

Jing Moyan interrupted warmly: "Be my carriage, and let the shadow guards take you back to the palace."

"I do not!"

Jing Chuwan refused with a gloomy face, she was knocked into this way, and she hasn't given Nan Zhuohua and her maid a little bit of color, how could she go back so willingly.

Ignoring her unreasonable fuss, Jing Moyan said softly, "Do you want me to ask the prince to pick you up?"

The calm and breezy words made Jing Chuwan shut up angrily and stop spitting.

The person Jing Chuwan fears the most is her elder brother.

Jing Yuanzhao was very strict with her since she was a child, and always made her learn the manners and manners of a princess. She was strictly supervised when she was a child, and when she grew up, she had a shadow on Jing Yuanzhao.

Jing Chuwan dared to say a few words in front of Emperor Hongyuan, but he didn't dare to contradict him in front of Jing Yuanzhao.

One sentence overwhelmed Jing Chuwan, and Jing Moyan ordered Zhiwen: "Take out the scroll in the carriage and let the ninth princess take my carriage back to the palace."

"Yes."

After Zhiwen took the scroll out of the carriage, Jing Moyan asked the maid to help Jingchu's carriage at night.

Jing Chuwan gritted her teeth, got into the carriage unwillingly, and was sent back to the palace by the shadow guards.

Jing Moyan looked back, and smiled apologetically at Nan Zhuohua: "That girl Chuwan is flamboyant, so I'll apologize to you on her behalf."

He knew what kind of temperament Jing Chuwan was, and Nan Zhuohua was not at fault for this matter, so he would not try to make things difficult for her, but he even apologized to her for Jing Chuwan.

It is really rare for the royal family to have such a sensible and transparent person.

Gentle and elegant, with a clear breeze in the moonlight.

This is Jing Moyan, uncle of the ten emperors of Jin Dynasty.

"Okay, I get it now."

Nan Zhuohua also accepted his apology politely, without further talking to him, he returned to the carriage, turned around and told: "Sister Wuyu, let's go home."

"it is good."

Just now, Jing Chuwan's carriage got out of control, and the surrounding vendors packed up their stalls and fled for fear of harming Yangchi. At this moment, the streets are sparsely populated, and the roads on both sides are already wide.

Fog Whisper drove the carriage smoothly.

Looking at the departing carriage, Jing Moyan paused for a few moments, his pupils darkened, and thousands of thoughts intertwined in his eyes
"My lord, you asked your subordinates to take the picture scroll."

Zhiwen handed the scroll to Jing Moyan, who was in a daze, but Jing Moyan didn't catch it for a moment, the scroll fell to the ground, and rolled away accidentally, revealing the pictures on the scroll
It is a picture of beauty.

The scroll is not fully unfolded, only the slender neck of the beauty in the painting is exposed, and a beautiful face can be seen at a glance.

I don't know if the woman in the painting is inherently beautiful, or the painter is a good painter. The beautiful face is drawn with every stroke, and the depiction is exquisite and lifelike.

Between the woman's eyebrows and eyes, all kinds of coquettishness are entwined, not like a mortal guest, but like a demon.

Zhiwen knew that this picture of beauty was drawn by his prince himself, and he was very precious to this picture, and would bring it with him wherever he went.

Looking at that beautiful face, Zhiwen suddenly felt that it looked familiar.

He fixed his eyes, and was about to take a closer look when Jing Moyan leaned over, picked up the scroll that was unfolded on the ground, closed it, patted the dust on it, and said in a soft voice, "Go home."

Without stopping, Jing Moyan turned around and walked towards the palace with the scroll in hand.

Zhiwen stood there scratching his head, looked back at the carriage that had disappeared on the street, and muttered softly, "How come they are so similar?"

Arriving at the gate of Rongguo Duke's Mansion, Nan Zhuohua got off the carriage and entered the mansion.

As soon as she passed the threshold, she met Gu Zhixuan who was about to leave the house.

After two days of careful cultivation, Gu Zhixuan's complexion was rosy, and her spirit has improved a lot.

The moment she saw Nan Zhuohua, Gu Zhixuan's face turned pale, her pupils shrank, and she reflexively hid behind the maidservant and stepped aside to avoid Nan Zhuohua.

The last time she fell into the water had already left a shadow in her heart. When she saw Nan Zhuohua, she couldn't help but feel fear in her heart.

Gu Zhixuan didn't provoke her, and Nan Zhuohua would not take the initiative to find fault, and walked past her without seeing her.

After walking two steps and stopping, Nan Zhuohua turned his eyes and looked at Gu Zhixuan lightly, "Are you afraid of me?"

Gu Zhixuan avoided her eyes, did not dare to look at her, and screamed in horror: "You, monster, go away, stay away from me!"

Nan Zhuohua's eyes always reminded her of the frightening light golden pupils that day, she dared not look at Nan Zhuohua's eyes.

Without yelling, Nan Zhuohua retorted softly: "Bah, you are the monster."

Not wanting to argue with her, Nan Zhuohua made a face, turned around and left.

She thought that Gu Zhixuan was afraid of her because she pushed her into the lake. At that time, she didn't know where the strength came from, so she pushed Gu Zhixuan into the lake in a fit of anger.

Gu Zhixuan knew in her heart that what she was really afraid of was Nan Zhuohua's eyes that suddenly turned light golden.
(End of this chapter)