Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

Chapter 13 Crying
Ling Youyao's face was a bit ugly, she was not bad, but she was still a thousand miles away from writing well.

Fu Mingjue handed her the pen: "You write."

Not a question, but an order.

Ling Youyao tried to struggle: "My lord, I won't write when you are so busy?"

"You don't need to be under pressure. Layman Huai'an is a master of calligraphy, so you are naturally incomparable with him." Fu Mingjue comforted.

Ling Youyao felt bitter: How could she have such a face to compare with others?
Fu Mingjue got up and gave her the seat, as if she had to write today.

Ling Youyao took the pen tremblingly, and with all her strength, wrote down the word "Sweetheart".

"My lord, it's finished."

Looking at it at a glance, it looks like a dog crawling crookedly. The two soils separated and flew into the sky with one hook. Due to lack of strength, it looked like they were about to fly away.

A married couple is not like a married couple, but like a couple who seem to be divorced.

Fu Mingjue frowned, with a look of disgust: "It's ugly."

Ling Youyao curled her lips: "I know my writing is ugly"

She just took her sister's copybook from the Ling family to imitate. Before she could make a name for herself, Fu Mingjue saw through the fact that her handwriting was ugly.

Fu Mingjue didn't know what to think, so he removed the ugly characters and laid out another piece of rice paper.

"This king will teach you."

His voice was cold, his broad and warm palm wrapped around Ling Youyao's hand, and he wrote down the pen.

Ling Youyao was wrapped in Fu Mingjue's arms, and she could even clearly feel Fu Mingjue's steady breathing.

A blush crept up on her face, watching Fu Mingjue holding her hand, and writing the word "Sweetheart" on the snow-white paper stroke by stroke.

I have to say, this is much better than what she wrote.

A good couple is made in nature, a century-old piano.

"Will you meet?" Fu Mingjue asked.

Ling Youyao froze for a moment, then shook her head: "I'm not a genius, how can I learn it in one go?"

"You are sincere." Fu Mingjue taught her again patiently.

Ling Youyao also struggled at the beginning, and then gradually invested in it.

It wasn't until late in the evening that the housekeeper sent someone to invite them to dinner, and Fu Mingjue let go of Ling Youyao: "Go to dinner first, the word ugly can't be changed in a day or two."

Ling Youyao rubbed her sore wrist, forced a smile and said, "Indeed."

It is really enviable to write good calligraphy, but practicing calligraphy is also very painful.

Fu Mingjue glanced at her calmly, silently put away the "Sweetheart" sheet she wrote for the first time, and then the two went to the flower hall together.

Fu Mingjue's taste is light, Ling Youyao likes spicy food, but she is not picky about food, so she just eats it.

After eating, Ling Youyao was thinking of an excuse to go back when Jiang Liu came.

Jiang Liu looked solemn, it seemed that something had happened.

Ling Youyao left wisely, she didn't want to get involved in these things, the more she knew, the sooner she would die.

She didn't understand the twists and turns in the court, just dealing with Fu Mingjue was already very difficult, she had to worry about her own life and please Fu Mingjue at the same time.

Life is so hard!

After returning to Lanhui Courtyard, Ling Youyao could finally lie down and sleep with peace of mind.

When she fell asleep in the middle of the night and fell into a daze, she heard the cry of a woman. The sound was miserable, intermittent, sometimes sharp and sometimes sad.

Ling Youyao closed her eyes tightly, feeling hot and stuffy for a while, but the cry seemed real or fake, she was timid, she didn't dare to lift the quilt, and fell asleep again drowsily.

When she woke up, her body was sticky, and her temple hair was wet with sweat.

Yinzhu opened the curtain and saw that her head was covered with sweat, so she asked: "It rained yesterday and the night was cool, why is the princess sweating while sleeping?"

Ling Youyao tugged at her collar, and remembered the crying she heard at night: "Yinzhu, did you hear anything last night?"

Yinzhu thought for a while, then shook her head: "No. What did the princess hear?"

Ling Youyao felt weird, or maybe she was so sleepy that she couldn't tell the difference between dreaming and reality.

"Maybe I heard wrong."

Seeing this, Yinzhu didn't ask any more questions, and changed her into dry clothes.

After breakfast, Ling Youyao sat by the window and practiced calligraphy as usual.

After writing for a while, the writing became more and more ugly, so she simply stopped practicing and asked Lu Bao to accompany her to go out for a walk.

Ling Youyao was still thinking about the crying sound she heard in the middle of the night. After thinking about it, she still felt that the sound really existed.

But Xia Cheng said before that there are no other women in the palace, but what's with the crying?

Could it be that Fu Mingjue hid the golden house from everyone?

As soon as this idea popped up, Ling Youyao herself felt absurd.

As a person who has read the book, how can he question the uncleanness of the male protagonist?
But—the crying last night lasted for a long time, half illusory and half real, Ling Youyao couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

The sky was gloomy and the cicadas were singing everywhere, making the already sweltering day even more irritable.

Holding the round fan, Ling Youyao didn't go to the front yard, but to the remote backyard.

The further you go, the more deserted you are, and you don't even see a sweeping woman, only a layer of bamboo forests and cypresses.

Lu Bao followed Ling Youyao, feeling a little apprehensive: "Princess, there are no flowers in this place, and no one has even removed the weeds. Let's go back."

Ling Youyao was unmoved: "I'm not here to enjoy the flowers."

She is looking for someone.

After a quarter of an hour, they finally reached the deepest part of the palace.

Ling Youyao looked at the long-abandoned courtyard in front of her: the walls were covered with moss, the courtyard door was closed, the copper ring had long been rusted, and the vines wrapped around the stone lamp at the door. Everywhere she looked, everything revealed desolation Qi.

No matter how you look at this kind of place, it doesn't look like a golden house, let alone Zangjiao.

It seemed that she was thinking too much.
Ling Youyao turned around and walked back.

"Princess, shall we leave now?" Lu Bao asked.

"There are no flowers here, so it's boring to stay for a long time."

Green Treasure: ".That's right."

The master and servant left, and Jiang Liu told Fu Mingjue about it.

When Fu Mingjue heard this, his hands paused: "Did she go in?"

"No, the concubine just stood at the door for a while and then left." Jiang Liu replied truthfully.

Fu Mingjue lowered his head and continued to read the various newspapers: "Since there are no newspapers, let's just be more careful in doing things in the future. I guess she heard the news last night, so she read it."

"The subordinate was negligent." Jiang Liu paused, "If next time"

Before he finished speaking, Fu Mingjue interrupted him in a cold voice: "If there is a next time, this king will put you in a dog cage!"

Jiang Liu kept silent, he didn't want to live in a cage with the dog.

After a moment of silence, Fu Mingjue asked him, "Is there any result from Gu Baiyan's side?"

Jiang Liu immediately realized: "Not yet."

"What a waste!" Fu Mingjue snorted coldly, "It's been two days and I still can't come out of the trial."

Jiang Liudao: "Huang Xu wants to die with all his heart, Master Gu doesn't dare to be punished severely, for fear that he will be tossed and lost."

Fu Mingjue put down the newsletter, folded his wide sleeves and got up: "Let's go to Dali Temple."

(End of this chapter)