The eldest princess is a captive and the abstinent official is seductive

Wen Jin had already knelt down, as if nothing had happened. His posture was respectful, his back was thin and smooth, and he showed his gentlemanly demeanor everywhere.

Yan Qing stood in front of the door, quietly watching him with a serious introspective posture, a touch of melancholy flashed across his eyebrows, and he walked over.

Wen Jin's hands hanging by his side tightened slightly, and he lowered his eyebrows and eyes and said: "I am emotional and frequently lose my composure in front of Your Highness. Please teach me a lesson."

Yan Qing lowered her eyes and glanced at him. The powerful minister's lowered eyebrows still couldn't hide his loneliness. Her heart was moved, and she said lightly: "Raise your head."

Wen Jin froze, and was silent for a long time before slowly raising his head.

Well, it was exposed immediately.

Jun Ya's face was pale, his eyes were red, and the corners of his mouth were pursed. Where was the calm demeanor?

"Lu Ming is right, you really need to go back to school and be retrained." Yan Qing said calmly, "You are still as young as ten years old at the age of twenty. You are really going backwards as you grow older."

Wen Jin listened to her scolding respectfully, and his eyelids could not help trembling slightly, "Yes, I always disappoint Your Highness."

Yan Qing calmly ordered: "Clean up your desk, take the Heart Sutra to the bedroom of the palace, and copy it ten times every night."

Wen Jin was stunned: "Go to Qihuang Palace?"

Yan Qing looked at him calmly: "Are you willing?"

"Yes, yes," Wen Jin shook his head quickly, and then nodded again, with a little panic and eagerness, "I am willing, I am willing...I am willing."

Yan Qing walked out first.

Anyway, he can sleep well at night, and copying the Heart Sutra can calm him down.

Wen Jin seemed to be dreaming. He was in disbelief for a moment, then he lowered his eyes, stood up slowly, and gently stretched his stiff limbs, especially his legs, until he could walk calmly, he started to pack up his things, and he was so angry that he wanted to fly to Qihuang Palace immediately.

But he couldn't be too anxious, he had to take his time, so as not to lose his composure again.

Wen Jin took a deep breath, and a hot current surged in his lungs, and the heat rushed straight to his eyes.

He felt that he was too weak, so weak that he could not withstand a blow, and he should let His Highness teach him a lesson.

His right hand was swollen, and Wen Jin felt particularly kind when he looked at the redness and swelling on his palm.

It was indeed very kind.

After packing up everything and sitting down at the desk in Qihuang Palace, when his hand holding the pen began to tremble uncontrollably, Wen Jin felt that the pain was so kind that it made him feel like he was dying.

"What?" Yan Qing stood in front of the desk, looking at his trembling hands nonchalantly, "You even held the pen?"

Wen Jin pursed his lips: "Your Majesty."

"Then copy it." Yan Qing sat down next to him and poured himself a cup of tea, as if to watch him write, "Let the palace check it after copying."

Wen Jin's heart suddenly settled when he heard this.

"Yes."

The swelling and pain did not ease much. Wen Jin tried to hold the pen, and just immersed in the regrets of the past, he completely ignored the pain in his hand.

At this time, holding the pen, he realized how ecstatic it was to copy with injuries.

Fortunately, Wen Jin has always been able to endure. Compared with the pain in his heart, the pain of the flesh has always been endured.

Yan Qing sat in front of the window, leisurely flipping through a book, drinking tea and reading a book. The man opposite him was quietly copying the Heart Sutra. The incense in the hall was curling, and the quiet atmosphere that made him feel at ease was lingering.

Wen Jin was copying painfully.

But this pain was just like the pain in the library. It was actually nothing to him. If you ignore the thin sweat slowly seeping out of his forehead and his fingers that always spasmed unconsciously, everything seemed so pleasing to the eye.

After copying for the first time, he put down the pen, temporarily relieved the sharp pain in his palm, stood up and handed the copy to Yan Qing: "Your Highness."

The young man who took the palace examination at the age of ten and amazed the civil and military officials with an article "On Governing the Country" had already practiced a very beautiful square regular script. The font was as gentle and delicate as his hand. He was the first place in the palace examination. He was talented and brilliant. He was praised by the previous emperor as a rare talent in a century.

After three years of being in the court, he became the Prime Minister. His skills and tactics are rare in history.

At this time, he was like a child who had just been enlightened, nervously presenting his copied homework to the teacher for inspection, well-behaved but nervous.

Yan Qing glanced at him casually: "What do you think?"

Wen Jin was most afraid of hearing such a rhetorical question, because it meant that he had to reflect deeply on his shortcomings, even more deeply than being directly scolded.

"Very good." Wen Jin said, "Very good."

Yan Qing raised his eyebrows: "How good?"

Wen Jin took a look at the handwriting on the paper. His handwriting was naturally impeccable. After all, he practiced it by hitting with a ruler. It was just that because of his unstable emotions, his hands hurt a lot that night, so his handwriting looked too smooth.

He was considering what to say, but heard Yan Qing say, "Continue copying."

Wen Jin turned around and knelt down in front of the desk, continuing a new round of ecstasy.

Yan Qing continued to read.

Outside, the night wind blew the treetops, and occasionally the lights flickered. It was the maids holding lanterns passing by the corridor, but the palace was quieter and gentler than ever before.

Wen Jin lowered his eyebrows and copied attentively.

The more he copied, the pain seemed to become less unbearable. His mind gradually calmed down, and his emotions returned to calmness, brushing away loneliness, hesitation, grief... All negative emotions gradually passed away with time.

The lights in the hall were dim, and the hourglass sounded.

Yan Qing read for half the night. When it was close to midnight, she put the book down, raised her hand to rub her sore eyes, and got up and walked out.

Wen Jin resisted the urge to look up at her, but he did so in the end. He concentrated on copying, and his handwriting became smoother and smoother, and he completely ignored the pain in his palms and fingers.

Yan Qing came back after an incense stick, carrying a tea tray and two wontons.

The wontons were placed on the table, and Yan Qing said in a light tone: "Come and eat some wontons before writing."

Wen Jin paused with his hand holding the pen, and then he finished writing the word in his hand, and then he put the pen down slowly.

"Your Highness must do it personally, you can let the maid bring it over." Wen Jin said, "I don't mind if they see it."

Yan Qing glanced at him: "Why are you being sentimental?"

Wen Jin pursed his lips.

"Go wash your hands." Yan Qing sat down at the table, picked up the spoon and started eating. "Continue writing after you finish eating."

Wen Jin hummed, turned around to wash his hands, walked over and sat down at the table, looked at the hot wontons, and for some reason, his eyes suddenly turned red.

Yan Qing said calmly, "Your Highness can forgive your out-of-control emotions today, but after the sun rises tomorrow morning, if you act like a fragile girl again, you will be kicked back to the imperial city immediately."

"Before the sun rises tomorrow morning?" Wen Jin slowly raised his eyes and looked at her with a pair of eyes as red as a rabbit, "Then... can I indulge myself once tonight?"

"Indulge?" Yan Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do you want to cry loudly?"

Wen Jin lowered his eyes: "If Your Highness allows..."

"Cry."

Wen Jin was stunned, and the heat was strangely forced back, and the atmosphere became a little subtle.

After a while, Wen Jin whispered: "I am not that fragile."

This sentence didn't sound very convincing.

But Yan Qing was too lazy to argue with him, so he quietly finished a bowl of wontons, stood up and walked to the window to sit down, "The Queen Mother will spare a month to deal with the problems you have contracted."

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