After rebirth, Her Royal Highness is a black lotus flower

Chapter 74 Can You Teach Me To Read?
Song Huai's gaze went all the way down, and finally landed on the book, on which was a poem
His eyes dimmed, "This is a poem, and there are notes at the back."

Shen Qianzhao pursed her mouth, "But I can't read."

"Can you teach me how to read?"

Shen Qianzhao's smart eyes were shining with crystal water, and Song Huai couldn't bear to refuse.

He looked at those hot words, and said in a low voice, "There is dead 麕 [jūn] in the wild, covered with white grass."

Shen Qianzhao propped his head on his hands and watched, "Hmm, what then?"

"There is a woman who is pregnant with spring, Jishi lures her" Song Huai'er's roots were hot, and the hands under the sleeves were tightly clutching the robe.

The corners of Shen Qianzhao's mouth curved slightly, "Master Song, don't stop, just keep reading."

Song Huai looked at the book in front of his eyes, wondering why there were such books and poems in Yongle Hall.

He gritted his teeth, and simply read it all at once, "There are puckerel trees in the forest, dead deer in the wild, pure white grasses, and women like jade, who are so comfortable and relaxed. .”

The speed of speech is extremely fast, contrary to the usual habit of speaking calmly.

Shen Qianzhao put down one hand, tapped lightly on the table, propped his cheek with one hand, and his eyes were innocent and full of charm, "Master Song, what is this poem about?"

Song Huai's expression was indifferent, but the cheek near the ear couldn't help being stained with a slight blush, "It's about the usual funny things that two people who love each other do."

Shen Qianzhao had never seen Song Huai who was shy but pretended to be indifferent and ruthless. She was so attractive to her that she couldn't help but want to play tricks and continue teasing Song Huai until his face turned red.

She pointed to the last paragraph, and asked innocently and curiously, "Master Song, what does this paragraph mean?"

Song Huai looked at Shen Qianzhao's eyes that seemed to be filled with the whole world, they were full of curiosity at the moment, "."

He couldn't help wondering whether Shen Qianzhao did it on purpose, but looking at the innocent and ignorant little girl in front of him, he felt that it shouldn't be.

From Shen Qianzhao's looks, he is really just a person who is thirsty for knowledge, but how can he explain the meaning of such a poem.
After thinking about it, he said softly, "It should be that the two of you are having fun."

"Is that so?" Shen Qianzhao nodded half-understood, and moved closer to Song Huai again.

It was so close that her lips were almost touching Song Huai's cheeks, and the soft breath sprayed on Song Huai's cheeks slightly, and she said softly, "I also want to play these fun things with adults."

Song Huaixin jumped, and lowered her gaze in panic.

Shen Qianzhao gently tugged on Song Huai's sleeve, "Master Song, do you want to play these fun things with me?"

Her tone was full of doubts and a hint of ignorance.

But in Song Huai's invisible eyes, there was a trace of cunning, which was her trickery.

At this moment, Song Huai regretted it. He should not have read this poem to this young highness just now, or in other words, he should not have taught this young highness.

Now he dug a hole with a hoe and jumped into it.

Seeing that Song Huai didn't answer for a long time, Shen Qianzhao poked the back of Song Huai's hand aggrievedly, "Don't you want to play with me? You don't want to play with me, but you are tired of me?"

This aggrieved look can be said to have imitated Xue Rong's three-point hypocrisy and seven-point coquettishness.

Song Huai couldn't help it, "closed his eyes", and responded in a hoarse voice, "Thinking about it, Your Highness should continue reading."

The corners of Shen Qianzhao's mouth curled slightly, and he was persuasive, but his tone was very innocent, "Then we have time in the future, shall we play together?"

Song Huai: "OK."

Song Huai, who thought he would stop there, was forced to hang himself with a pull hook with Shen Qianzhao. After the appointment, he had time to play the interesting things mentioned in this poem.

Gentle fingers hooked his fingertips, Song Huai's cheeks were hot to the base of his neck.

　Ask for a wave of recommendation tickets~

　　Fancy looking for a wave of comments to punch in~
　　


(End of this chapter)