Empress, she is beautiful Lu Ziye

Chapter 84 I didn't see anything

The low table is not big, and it is very difficult for two people to sit side by side.

Xiao Rongxi didn't make a detour, and passed her arm directly over her shoulder, picked up the one she was using just now, dipped the ink and licked the pen, and wrote on the paper.

Next to her handwriting, the contrast is sharp.

Regardless of whether the writing is good or bad, the distance between the two is indeed closer, and Nan Zhen seems to be half embraced by him.

All she has to do is lean back a little and she'll hit it.

Nan Zhen silently moved to the side.

The grass on the grave of the last man who was so close to her on purpose was already three meters high; but looking at the person next to him, the corners of his mouth are slightly pursed, his expression is focused, and his strokes are smooth. He should be too obsessed with Mr. Bai's words. .

The sound of breathing is in the ears, light and shallow, but it makes the imperial study room even quieter.

Nan Zhen's gaze followed the tip of his pen, and soon three big characters were formed. Just as she was about to speak, she heard footsteps at the door.

The two turned their heads at the same time, and met the ignorant eyes of the previous man.

Seen from Zhang Dian's position, they looked like their backs were against their chests, and they looked deeply affectionate.

His face changed again and again, surprise gradually appeared in his eyes, he only took a moment to think, then turned around and rushed out the door, "Your Majesty, I'm sorry, I didn't see anything!"

His sound was not small, and it immediately attracted the attention of many palace people in the corridor.

Xiao Guizi gasped even more, what did His Majesty and Concubine Li do inside that Young Master Zhang avoided it so much?
Could it be that the sky is dry and things are dry, and the candlelight is pouring...

Before he could think of that step, Xiao Rongxi's clear voice came from the room, suppressing his anger, "Get out!"

"Oh, Your Majesty."

Zhang Dian answered unambiguously, and when he walked to the door, he hesitated a little, "Then I came in?"

What responded to him was a lump of paper.

Zhang Dian reached out to catch it, then returned it to its original owner, and carefully placed it on the table, "I have seen His Majesty, I have seen... um... Madam Li."

Nan Zhen raised her chin at him as a response, and then continued to write and draw with a pen.

On the contrary, Xiao Rongxi looked at him with hanging eyelids, and said lazily, "I went for a stroll outside, are you willing to come back?"

Zhang Dian is the son of Dali Temple Minister Zhang Cong. He only has two hobbies on weekdays. One is reading books. All kinds of books, from astronomy and geography to official history and unofficial history, from poetry and songs to miscellaneous records, are always welcome.

The second is to travel in the mountains and rivers. Others dreamed of getting fame when they were young, but he determined to travel thousands of miles of rivers and mountains.

Every year, there are always several months when he is invisible in the capital.

"If you don't come back again, my father might not even recognize me as a son."

Zhang Dian was full of helplessness, "It will be his birthday in ten days, so I have to stay with him at home, right?"

Xiao Rongxi chuckled, and pressed his sore temples, "Tell me, where have you been these past two months?"

"East," Zhang Dian didn't hide, "especially after staying in Pengcheng for a few days, it's good to feel the local customs and customs."

"Ok?"

He continued, "If I had to choose, besides the capital city, I would also like to stay there."

Xiao Rongxi stared blankly, hearing that there was something in his words, and did not answer for a moment.

Just thinking about how to speak, Nan Zhen suddenly got up and said, "Since Your Majesty has something important to discuss, I will go back first."

She was doing foreign work at first, and she listened to the two with her ears open.But obviously, Zhang Dian stopped short, indicating that the follow-up matter is not suitable for the presence of a third person.

(End of this chapter)