The villain who never surrenders [Quick Transmigration]

Naturally, Su Xuxu didn't miss her small movements. There was a soft light in the bottom of her eyes, and she didn't say anything.

The cook finished steaming the first pot of rabbit steamed buns, and when she came back to see the steamed buns made by Su Xuxu, she was amazed and said, "Your Majesty is really ingenious, and the ones made by this vulgar servant are much more beautiful."

"It's just kneading casually." Su Xuxu put the prepared rabbit dough back on the plate, "Although this thing looks difficult, it can be done with a little care."

Only then did she turn her head to the side: "A Ling, are you right?"

She was clearly mocking and ridiculing herself secretly, how could Rong Ling respond? Immediately, she got up from the stool and planned to leave the kitchen.

Su Xuxu's voice sounded faintly: "If you can't, I will teach you to do it. Could it be that Ah Ling should avoid such trivial matters?"

"..." Rong Ling bit her lower lip lightly, and sat back in her original position, "You don't need to worry about it, my servant will do well no matter how much I practice."

Su Xuxu remained silent, watching Rong Ling start kneading the dough again.

The first one, the rabbit's ears were cut off.

In the second one, the rabbit's mouth was stabbed crookedly.

The third one...Rong Ling carefully, almost holding his breath, finally made a bunny bun that can only be seen.

Her heart relaxed, and she couldn't help but bend her eyes. When she turned her head, she happened to meet Su Xuxu's eyes that had never moved away.

Rong Ling lowered his eyes, suppressed the joy in his tone, and pretended to be meaningless: "This slave has already said, it's not too difficult."

"A Ling is right." Su Xuxu patted the flour off her hands and stood up, "I suddenly want to paint, so you grind the ink for me."

Even though Rong Ling had thousands of reluctances, he had no choice but to follow her into the study.

The ink on the drawing paper pressed by the paperweight on the sandalwood table is still wet, which was left when Emperor Wen of Zhou was there.

Su Xuxu didn't take a second look, spread out a piece of drawing paper again, and picked up the white jade wolf hair on the pen holder.

Rong Ling rubbed ink on the side indifferently, not caring at all about what she was going to draw.

The sky was getting dark, moths came from nowhere and spread on the green window screens, and there was only the slight movement of the pen rubbing on the rice paper in the study.

After a stick of incense, Rong Ling heard the person next to him let out a sigh of relief: "Okay..."

Rong Ling raised his eyes, and subconsciously looked at what she was drawing.

Seeing this, Rong Ling immediately frowned, with displeasure written on his face.

Not for any other reason, but because the woman in this painting is clearly similar to her own attire, but her lips are slightly parted, and her eyes are wide open looking at the little rabbit in her hand.

It's not difficult for Rong Ling to see a bit of stupidity in this painting.

The instigator didn't feel anything was wrong, and even turned his head to look at Rong Ling: "What do you think?"

"Return to your mother's words." Rong Ling's voice didn't fluctuate, "I don't like it."

Su Xuxu was not annoyed, and only slowly dried the traces on the painting: "Then what do you like?"

"My servant is a rough person, how can I like such elegant things as calligraphy and painting?" Rong Ling replied absent-mindedly.

However, Su Xuxu seemed determined to get an answer: "If you have to choose one in this study room?"

Rong Ling looked around the room. On the wall next to Duobao Pavilion, there were several paintings hanging, most of which were flowers, grass, fish and shrimps, both moving and still. There were also several paintings on the table that were pressed by a paperweight.

Reluctantly, she pointed at one of them: "This servant likes this."

"This is Xu Wenqing's work." Su Xuxu said, "Xiao Jie is arrogant, bold and unrestrained, it really suits your temperament."

Rong Ling was not happy anymore, and his face fell down: "I don't know how to paint, I just like this one."

As she said that, she put down the ink stick in her hand, intending to find an excuse to leave, but Su Xuxu suddenly said: "When did I not know that you have a hobby of painting on your face?"

Rong Ling turned his head to the side, and the round mirror hanging on the Duobao Pavilion really reflected his ink-stained face, presumably there were moths dancing around just now, and he accidentally rubbed it when he swung it away.

Rong Ling subconsciously wanted to reach out to wipe it away, but realized that his hands were also stained with ink.

There seemed to be a small smile in Su Xuxu's eyes: "Don't move..."

As she spoke, she picked up the handkerchief and wiped away the ink stains on Rong Ling's face little by little, revealing her flawless white cheeks.

"So sloppy and crazy, you really got Xu Wenqing's true biography." Su Xuxu said, "Don't you want to try, what is it like to paint?"

When asked by her, Rong Ling hesitated.

In the past, in Tiangong, there were some good-natured immortals in the sky, but she didn't have any interaction with these people at all, and she didn't understand the fun in it.

Rong Ling couldn't even understand the things Feng Xihui painted.

Just as she was dazed, Su Xuxu had already picked up another brush and stuffed it into her hand: "You can draw whatever you want, don't be restrained."

Rong Ling didn't start writing for a long time, his mind was in a mess, and he stuck the tip of the pen into the inkstone, and the ink-soaked wolf hair instantly left traces on the rice paper, before Rong Ling could react, the thick black ink smudged away.

Seeing this, Su Xuxu took her hand and said, "You must not be distracted when you move your pen with your wrist flat."

When she said this, she accidentally caught a glimpse of Rong Ling's side cheek, but her movements froze.

During the period of entering the palace, Rong Ling ate much better than in the past ten years, and found time to be lazy all day long, and did not work when he could. In just one month, his whole person seemed to have changed. Not to mention a lot of radiance, even the eyebrows and eyes are so bright that they seem to have been soaked in water.

The ink smeared again, Rong Ling was puzzled why she stopped suddenly: "What's wrong?"

"It's nothing..." Su Xuxu's heart suddenly became flustered, as if those moths flying on the screen window had hit her heart, "I'm a little tired, I want to rest for a while."

Rong Ling glanced at the unfinished painting, and silently put down his pen: "Yes..."

It is rare for the two of them to have such a harmonious atmosphere today.

Before going to bed, Rong Ling spread out the mattress, hung warm jade in his arms again, and when he closed his eyes and fell asleep, in his dream, rabbits were jumping around, wriggling their three-petal mouths to eat grass. Turned into a scribbled drawing on paper...

With the permission of the Holy Majesty, Ming Shu of Fei Shuyuan was allowed to be released from the palace and returned to Su Mansion to recuperate.

Rong Ling grew up with Mingshu since she was a child, and out of love and reason, she was the one who sent Mingshu to the palace's Ximen.

In the narrow and long palace road, the two walked on the road paved with bluestone slabs.

Turning another corner, you will be approaching the west gate, and there will be people from the Su residence coming to meet you. Ming Shu looked around, and after confirming that there was no one there, he suddenly stopped and said in a low voice, "A Ling, thank you."

When she speaks, she speaks clearly and her eyes are bright, she doesn't look like a fool when she was flying in the palace.

"It's your fate." Rong Ling said, and she took out a bag of money from her sleeve and handed it to Ming Shu, "Take it, I don't need this thing in the palace."

"A Ling..." Ming Shu's eyes were bright, as if he was holding tears, but he didn't dare to cry.

That day, Ming Shu was tied to the edge of the lake, and Shen Shi fell into the lake. When he thought that he was bound to die, he didn't expect that Rong Ling would suddenly appear and save him.

Originally, Mingshu was already awake when he woke up the next day, but Rong Ling, who was in the room at the time, said coldly: "If you want to survive, just do as I say."

After this encounter, Mingshu knew that he was simple-minded and would definitely not be able to survive in the palace, so he followed Rong Ling's instructions to play dumb and act crazy, and only then did he have the chance to leave the palace.

She sucked her nose: "A Ling, I will always remember your kindness."

"Hmm..." Rong Ling didn't take it seriously. The reason why she kindly helped Ming Shu was because this maid did a lot of work for her on weekdays. Even the side room that needed to be cleaned up didn't need Rong Ling to do it. .

Now that Ming Shu left, she would have no one to command her, and she had to do everything herself.

Thinking of this, Rong Ling couldn't help but sigh.

Mingshu hugged him tightly: "I hope we will have a chance to meet again in the future."

Mingshu asked: "A Ling, the palace is so dangerous, and you are so smart, you should have figured out a way to escape?"

"I can't get out of here."

"Why?"

Rong Ling didn't speak, but couldn't help rubbing the thing in his palm with his fingertips hidden in his sleeves.

It was inconvenient for Ming Shu to ask more questions, so he reluctantly bid farewell to her, and then left through the palace gate, leaving Rong Ling alone to turn back.

Rong Ling spread out his hands and glanced at the lily pad in his palm.

These are the petals she got with great difficulty in the previous life, but this one alone is not enough.

And even if Feng Xihui lost her memory, Bai Yelian still recognized her as the master, and Rong Ling couldn't completely control it.

She still wanted to stay by Su Xuxu's side and find a way to make Bai Yelian surrender to her, how could she leave?

A withered yellow leaf fell from the branch above the head, and it fell quietly on the ground, as if someone was sighing quietly.

The days are getting colder every day, and Qiu, who is separated by the palace wall, is really bleak.

The Royal Hunting Garden in Yunshan in the western suburbs is full of dyed forests, green water and bright mountains, which is a sign of a refreshing autumn.

The weather is fine today, the flags are blown by the wind, it is a good day for hunting.

The autumn hunting held every three years, civil and military officials, relatives of the emperor, and even high-ranking concubines in the harem can all show their skills.

Emperor Wen of Zhou took the lead, and his figure had disappeared into the forest. The others naturally followed without hesitation in order to show off their skills.

The rest of the concubines were not to be outdone, Concubine Rong held the reins in her hand and got on the horse. She was dressed in a fiery red Hu suit, making her extraordinarily gorgeous: "I will go first, sisters, don't be timid."

Inspired by her, Concubine Li also became interested: "I want to see, who is it?"

She waved her horsewhip: "Drive—"

Both of them disappeared in the smoke and dust.

Concubine Duan next to her smiled and said: "You are young after all, I recall that I used to be so reckless on horseback back then."

Su Xuxu also sat on the horse, and the corners of her lips twitched: "Sister, don't be modest, it might be who wins."

As she spoke, she also slowly drove the horse away from the pasture.

In the tent at the other end, Rong Ling was lying on the bed playing Jiulianhuan boringly, with a plate of candied fruit beside his pillow.

Of course Rong Ling came to serve Su Xuxu, but she was just a court lady, so she was not qualified to play.

Besides, Rong Ling himself didn't intend to be burdened by that, when Su Xuxu asked if he intended to ride a horse, he hurriedly used the excuse that he would not.

Without Su Xuxu staring at him, it was rare for Rong Ling to have such a relaxed moment. He was raising his head and concentrating on untying Jiulianhuan, when suddenly, he felt a throbbing pain in his abdomen.

This is a kind of pain that has never been experienced before, as if something is making a mess in the abdomen, and it is like being stabbed by needles.

A layer of sweat broke out on Rong Ling's forehead in an instant, and he didn't even care about playing Jiulianhuan.

She clutched her belly, wondering if she had eaten something she shouldn't have eaten in the past two days, but suddenly recalled that it was the middle of the month, and it seemed that it was the time when the poison that Rong Qingshan fed to her took effect.

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