Bai Yueguang, the stand-in for Prince Sick Jiao

Chapter 57 Handwriting
Pei Ce leaned against the window, staring at the other side of the long street for a long time, and he only came back to his senses after a while, and then he only sighed.

"Why are you sighing?" Liang Wenyao asked.

Pei Ce's eyebrows were frowned together, and even the tear mole that was wanton on weekdays was stained a little sadly, he said: "Brother Liang, do you think that girl is already engaged?"

Liang Wenyao paused: "Why do you think so?"

Could it be that he noticed something?
Pei Ce said: "I just thought, how could such a good girl be unmarried?" He was definitely not the only one who fell in love with her.

Of course the answer was yes, but Liang Wenyao didn't intend to tell him.

"Huanzhi, if you want to know, why don't I help you find out? After all, you have a portrait in your hand, so it's easy to find someone."

Pei Ce looked down at the portrait in his hand, his heart wavered, and after some tangling, he still put the painting away.

"That's all. If I go looking for someone with a portrait like this, I will definitely damage her reputation," Pei Ce said, "If there is a destiny, we will see you again."

Liang Wenyao was stunned for a moment, and then said: "In that case, I will help you pay attention."

That figure lingered in Pei Ce's mind, and he couldn't get it out of his mind. He didn't know whether it was because of love or the heat of mid-autumn, but he was a little bored at the moment, so he got up and said, "Let's go, Brother Liang, let's go drink."

The speed at which he changed his face made Liang Wenyao almost fail to keep up, helplessly: "Where should we go for a drink?"

"Jade Willow Street."

As dusk fell, the smoky purple sky in the distance gradually merged with the blue tile cornices, and sporadic long lights lit up around the street corners, and the city entered another kind of bustle.

The palace is in the east, and a star tower was built in the mansion. Looking out from the window, you can see the bustling capital city.

Fu Mingjue sat by the window, holding a book in his hand, and there was only a lamp by his side. He lowered his head, his eyebrows and eyes were originally ice and snow on the top of the mountain, but they were softened by the warm light.

Not long after, light footsteps came from the bridge downstairs, and when I looked up, I saw Ling Youyao coming with a lantern.

Ling Youyao seemed to pay attention to his gaze, and raised her head to smile at him.

For an instant, Fu Mingjue couldn't help shaking his head. He had seen such a smile many years ago.
When she came back to her senses, Ling Youyao had already come up, "My lord, so you are here, I have been looking for you for a long time."

Fu Mingjue put down the book, and said calmly, "What do you want me to do?"

Ling Youyao stepped forward with a licking smile, and said maliciously: "My lord, I have something to ask for your help."

"what's up?"

Ling Youyao glanced at him quickly, and seeing that his expression was normal, she said, "I would like to ask you to write a few words."

Hearing this, Fu Mingjue raised his eyebrows and looked at her: "What evil do you want to do?"

"."

Does she look like the kind of person who would do bad things?

Ling Youyao explained: "When I got married, my father gave me several shops. I went to see them today and thought the name was too ugly, so I wanted you to inscribe it."

Fu Mingjue refused without even thinking about it. The reason was: "Is this king short of your money?"

--of course not.

In fact, Ling Youyao also thought that Fu Mingjue would refuse, but she didn't expect him to refuse so simply.If it wasn't for her ugly handwriting, she would have written it herself. Besides, didn't she do this for him?
After a moment of silence, Fu Mingjue put down the book, spread the rice paper on the desk, and said, "Come over yet?"

Ling Youyao was overjoyed: "My lord, did you agree?"

"No."

"." Then why ask her to go there?

Fu Mingjue stuffed the high-quality Langhao brush into her hand, and said, "You write it yourself. If it's too ugly, I'll write it for you."

Ling Youyao said weakly: "Why don't you write it for me directly?"

Although her handwriting practice has improved a bit these days, she is still far from reaching the level of flying and flying like a phoenix.

Fu Mingjue looked at her coldly, not intending to compromise.

Well, write it yourself and write it yourself.

Holding the brush, Ling Youyao carefully wrote down the three words "Hua Shange". Compared with the last "Sweetheart", this time the words are much more beautiful.

"My lord, look—"

Originally, she thought she would get two words of praise from Fu Mingjue, but the moment she turned her head, Ling Youyao saw the lack of focus in his eyes.

The black eyes covered with ice and snow in the past are now covered with a layer of gray mist, as if lonely and remorse, all kinds of emotions are intertwined, Ling Youyao has doubts in her heart——

What did he remember?
The next moment, Fu Mingjue grabbed her wrist violently, imprisoned her between the desk and himself, his eyes suddenly darkened: "Say, who taught you to write like this?"

Ling Youyao's wrist was painfully pinched by him, and the writing brush fell to the ground and broke in two. She endured the pain and persuaded: "Let go first, it hurts..."

But this time, Fu Mingjue didn't let go of her, instead he tried a little harder: "Are you going to tell me or not!"

Ling Youyao was in so much pain that she was about to cry. How could she have thought that a few simple words would cause such a big reaction in him, so she bit the bullet and explained: "I learned it myself."

What this sentence brings is not the tranquility after the storm, but the depression that is about to come.

He suddenly sneered: "Ling Youyao, do you think this king can't see it? This king is more familiar with Qingwei's characters than anyone else, and your imitation is less than one-tenth of her!"

The night was very quiet, and the autumn wind passed through the hall, making the pages of the book rattle, Ling Youyao looked at his slightly sneering eyes, as if something in her heart was blown away by the wind at this moment.

She shouldn't have fantasies, but she still couldn't help indulging in his tenderness. She thought that she would get some rewards for her hard work these days.

Knowing the ending early tomorrow, but still trying to change everything.

Is she stupid?
After a long silence, Ling Youyao said: "I just think my sister's handwriting is very beautiful, so I will learn it. If you don't like it, I will not learn it in the future."

Her voice is very soft, rubbed in the wind, and it will disappear at the touch of a touch.

When Fu Mingjue lowered his eyes and caught a glimpse of the stubbornness in her eyes, a place in his heart suddenly collapsed, and he let go of her hand.

"Does it hurt?"

Ling Youyao raised her face and smiled as usual: "It doesn't hurt."

My wrist is red from pinching, how could it not hurt?

Fu Mingjue knew she was lying, but he didn't know how to expose her, so he just gave her a deep look, turned and left.

When the force supporting Ling Youyao's body was suddenly withdrawn, she almost slid down the desk, but fortunately she held onto the corner of the desk in time to stabilize her figure.

When she saw the piece of rice paper that was blown to the ground, a sense of sadness suddenly rose in her heart.

she is really stupid
Ling Youyao smiled, tucked her whole body into the pear blossom chair, her arms rested weakly on the armrests, and she became silent, only staring at the brightly lit city in the distance in a trance.

Just when she thought Fu Mingjue had left, a figure suddenly enveloped her.

"What are you?" Ling Youyao looked at him in surprise.

Fu Mingjue didn't speak, just squatted down, spread out his palms, and there was a small white porcelain jar lying on it.

(End of this chapter)