After the book was worn, I was reborn with King Quan

Chapter 81 I Had a Nightmare (2 More)
Today is bound to be a difficult day.

From Guozixue to calligraphy, Shen Weiluo always looked at death as if she were at home.

Because Luo Qifei teaches piano art, it is relatively easy for everyone to get to know famous pianos from past dynasties in the class.

After finally getting to the last riding class, the doctor asked everyone to choose their own horse.

In the next class, I will formally learn riding skills.

Shen Weiluo specially picked a filly.

Without exception, he was ridiculed by them again.

She didn't realize it, and after class, she went straight to the door.

Right now, she has more important things to do and has no time to entangle with them.

On the carriage, Shen Weiluo casually picked up the music score and flipped through it.

When I turned to the last few pages, I saw Song Yungu's handwriting.

The handwriting is very new, I think it was just filled in not long ago.

When she took a closer look, her heart was shocked.

If she remembered correctly, the "Songzan" in front of her was the one she heard Luo Qifei play when she walked to the door when Shen Qingyuan went to Pine Garden to visit Hu Chengqian.

On that day, everyone was attracted.

She clearly remembered that Song Yungu was playing chess with Hu Chengqian at that time, and he narrowly won with half a son.

Unexpectedly, he was so single-minded, he memorized all Luo Qifei's songs.

Tsk tsk, she really can't help herself with this ability!

Since she needs to practice the piano more and she doesn't have so much time, let's start by memorizing the music.

It will not be in a hurry at that time.

Shen Weiluo decided to bury her head and memorize silently.

Arriving at the teahouse, walking out the back door, and then getting into the carriage, she was supported by Chunhua like a puppet.

All eyes are on the sheet music.

She had just recited half of it, and Chunhua's voice rang in her ears at the right time.

"Miss, the palace is here!"

"Ah, so fast?"

Shen Weiluo opened the curtain and saw that there was a vermilion gate standing on the high platform.

The afterglow of the evening sprinkled on the glazed tiles at the door, shining brightly.

If it wasn't the Three Princes' Mansion, where else could it be!
She told Chunhua not to wait for her at night, got out of the carriage, picked up her clothes, walked up the steps, and entered the gate of the mansion.

Song Yungu hadn't come back yet, and the entire wedge courtyard was deserted.

Shen Weiluo waited in the study for a while, then got up and walked towards the kitchen in the backyard.

She had just cooked two dishes when Yan Qing hurried in against the twilight.

"Miss Shen, the master is back!"

"Okay, dinner will be served in a quarter of an hour!"

Shen Weiluo responded, the movements of his hands didn't stop at all.

"That!" Yan Qing looked a little hesitant, "Master wants to drink some wine, but he..."

"Don't worry, it's me!"

Shen Weiluo interrupted Yan Qing, turned around and picked up the water ladle, and poured water into another pot, preparing to make a hangover soup.

When she stepped into the study with one foot in her hand, Song Yungu stopped the brush in his hand and looked up.

He looked a little uncomfortable.

For a moment, he lost his sight.

Ok?
What's up with him?
Shen Weiluo suppressed the suspicion in her heart, smiled and walked towards the couch.

Song Yungu couldn't help but chase her figure.

What Zhao Shen said in the morning came to mind.

"Your Highness, it's really unusual to treat Miss Shen third!"

Is this really the case?
How can it be!

She is her own enemy!

But why, subconsciously always want to see her?

Is it...

No, I must be thinking about the bite she made.

In his heart, she is a rare good cook!
That's it!

Song Yungu pressed his fist to his lips and coughed lightly, shaking off the chaotic thoughts in his mind, got up and walked towards the little table.

Sure enough, besides the dishes, there was also a jug of wine on the small table.

He picked up the wine cup and drank only two cups before Shen Weiluo put away the wine bottle.

Serve him.

He frowned, but didn't say much.

Picking up the chopsticks, he ate sullenly.

She smiled, pretending not to notice his unhappiness.

After dinner, Yan Qing went into the room to take down the bowls, Song Yungu had already walked behind the desk.

"come over!"

Shen Weiluo bowed and said yes, and walked over.

He handed her the brush, "Write the words practiced in today's class again!"

Shen Weiluo wrote it out as she said.

The last stroke fell, but he was still speechless beside him.

She couldn't help turning her head, and saw him staring at her writing, frowning slightly.

"The strength of the arm is wrong!"

After saying that, Song Yungu leaned over, encircled her with his right hand from behind, and landed on her right hand.

Holding her hand, he exerted a little force.

The warmth from the back of her hand spread to Shen Weiluo's heart, and her heart skipped a beat for no reason.

"Try it now!"

With a movement of his lips, his breath sprayed against her ears.

Itchy, numb.

The whole ear can't hear any sound for a moment.

"What are you doing here, try!"

he urged again.

Shen Weiluo regained consciousness, blushing and heartbeating, she said a word.

Although the structure of the font looks much better than before, but the writing is weak, like chicken feet, Song Yungu couldn't help frowning.

"Practice again!"

After he finished his sentence, he turned and walked towards the bookshelf behind.

Shen Weiluo let out a deep breath, straightened up, and started writing seriously.

After she finished writing, Song Yungu came out with a few books in his hand.

He handed one of them to her.

"Yu Shuo is stubborn, strict in teaching, likes to be dogmatic and orderly.

He didn't improve his calligraphy in the later period, so you practice his early calligraphy! "

Shen Weiluo leaned over to thank her, and took the book with both hands.

"Come here, read these articles!"

"Yes!"

Shen Weiluo hurriedly walked to the couch.

She flipped through a few pages, only to find out that it was an article written by great talents over the years.

One of them was written by Ran You, a doctor of Guozixue.

Shen Weiluo was secretly amazed, she thought Ran You was an introvert, full of talent, the kind who couldn't show it.

After reading his article today, she realized that she was wrong!

Not bad, it was a fine work, with the essence of words and sentences, she couldn't help but read most of the book in one go.

After reading the wonderful point, I was so happy for a while, I couldn't help but want to share it with Song Yungu.

As soon as she raised her head, Shen Weiluo froze on the spot.

Song Yungu in front of him was leaning on the couch, pinching his eyebrows with one hand, looking very uncomfortable.

"Your Highness, what's wrong with you? Why don't you call the doctor in to help you feel your pulse?"

"It's okay!"

Song Yungu waved his hand to let Shen Weiluo continue.

Shen Weiluo didn't have the heart to read on, so she immediately closed the book.

"Your Highness, let me press your head for you. It can relieve fatigue. It's still early..."

She subconsciously looked at the hourglass, and the unspoken words immediately stuck in her throat.

It's high time!
Late at night!
Time flies so fast!
Song Yungu didn't refuse, turned around, and fell on the couch with his clothes on, making room for her.

"Click whatever you want, no need for a reclining chair!"

Shen Weiluo nodded, got up and cleaned her hands, sat on the side of the couch, brushed Song Yungu's black hair.

She reached into his hair with a pair of jade hands, looking for the acupoints and slowly massaging.

Strength from light to heavy, step by step.

Song Yungu closed his eyes, slowed down his breathing, and soon fell asleep.

Her eyes moved from his handsome face to the top of her hair, remembering the last time he pressed the Baihui acupoint, he had a great reaction.

Shen Weiluo couldn't help stroking the top of her hair, and pressed it down cautiously.

Song Yungu frowned slightly in his sleep, and subconsciously turned around.

Shen Wei shivered in relief, and immediately let go.

But it still surprised him.

His brows furrowed deeper and deeper, and cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

Looks extremely painful!

Is this... a nightmare?
Realizing this, Shen Weiluo shook him gently, trying to wake him up.

But he showed no signs of waking up.

He pursed his lips and murmured, "Mother Concubine, Mother Concubine, not Erchen, really...you have to trust Erchen..."

He stretched out both hands unconsciously, grasping randomly.

Cold sweat was running down his face, and he looked terrible.

Without even thinking about it, Shen Weiluo stretched out her hand and blurted out:

"Believe you, believe you! Go to sleep, you'll be fine if you sleep!"

(End of this chapter)