drink snow and ice

People have to bow their heads under the eaves.

Chu Yuanyuan shrank his neck and recognized the shame of inferior handwriting, but he thought in his heart that the dignified prince could compare handwriting with a cook who had never studied, it was simply invincible.

Zhang Min held her handwriting and read it for a long time, with a smile on his face all the time, finally he felt that it was too much, so he coughed a few times and forced his expression back to a serious look.

"I like you very much." His Highness the Crown Prince lowered his eyes and put two ugly and tragic masterpieces of literature and ink together, and the corners of his lips curved slightly.

"Stay and serve me."

Chu Yuanyuan was very sure that His Royal Highness must not be able to find someone with a similar level as him, which made her stand out.

After all, if you can write characters like this, you might not be able to find three in the whole of Shangjing, but this small study room has gathered two crouching dragon and phoenix chicks.

There is no benefit to being a concubine. Every day I have to shrink my head and be forced to admit that I am inferior to others. It is far less free and happy than being a cook.

The little girl blinked her eyes and waved her hands: "No way, the maidservant comes from a lowly family background, and His Highness has a beautiful body, how can I cling to it?"

The young man's expression changed, and his eyes suddenly became dark, as if he had sunk into the night, and no light could shine in.

The expression is penetrating.

Chu Yuanyuan was frightened into a cold sweat, and staggered back half a step.

Zhang Min closed his eyes, his sparse and slender eyelashes fluttered and parted slightly, his expression had returned to normal, and his voice was cold and hard: "Whether you can climb or not, it is up to this hall to decide."

The pupils of the eyes rolled, and the cool pupils turned to her gently: "This palace asks you to climb, do you dare not climb?"

Moody, not angry but mighty.

The cold sweat that Chu Yuanyuan broke out just now was completely dry, and he trembled and shivered a little after being hit like this.

Fear spread densely from the chest to the limbs.

This is the innate majesty of the superior.

Chu Yuanyuan has been begging for a living since she was a child, and she managed to live until she was twelve or thirteen years old by relying on her ability to look at people's faces and holding stinky feet. She lowered her head and had a flattering smile on her face.

"Your Highness is such a tall and straight tree." Her voice was very soft, trembling and pitiful: "It's a vine, who doesn't want to climb it."

She gave birth to a pair of beautifully shaped eyes, but not flexible.

Zhang Min thought it was just a show.

But when he tilted his head slightly, his eyes moved, and when his eyes turned slightly and slowly fell down, there was an indescribable wind and emotion.

It's like a green, astringent, small, fluffy peach. It makes your teeth sour at first glance, and you don't even bother to touch it.

When I was about to throw it away, I suddenly smelled the sweet and charming fragrance in the pulp.

The most honorable young man in the world pursed his lips and raised his arms. He had just held the brush, and the fragrance of ink still lingered in his fingertips.

The slightly cool index finger and thumb gently pinched her jaw, turning left and right to look back and forth.

"The color is a little lighter." He smiled a little: "It can barely get in the eyes."

She retracted her fingers, picked up the silk pad on the table with the other hand, wiped her fingers carefully, her eyelashes were drooping, and her expression was calm: "But this hall is not picky."

His eyes turned slightly around the study room, and he pointed in a direction: "Go, take out the scroll in the second drawer of that cabinet."

Chu Yuanyuan turned his head, reluctantly confirmed the direction he pointed, and checked back and forth several times.

He pouted unhappily and went to get something.

The scroll is about one foot long, and both sides of the scroll are covered with shiny white jade, which is worth a lot of money at first glance.

The little girl put her arms around her arms very carefully, hugged her tightly in her arms, and moved over in small steps.

"Spread out."

Chu Yuanyuan secretly rolled his eyes in a corner he couldn't see, and untied the scroll and opened it kindly.

It is a very beautiful handwriting, running horizontally and falling vertically, tall and straight like a bamboo pole, but with a murderous look in the strokes and tails.

"How about this picture?" His Royal Highness squinted his eyes, put his left hand behind his back, and moved his right hand over, gently pressing the scroll to prevent it from slipping.

This is naturally a word that couldn't be better.

It's just that Chu Yuanyuan couldn't figure out whether the ancestor wanted to hear the truth or lies.

He didn't dare to pick up the conversation for a moment.

Fortunately, the ancestor didn't need her to pick it up, so he continued, "Although I'm not picky, I will never look down on you just because of your bad handwriting."

He said this as if he himself had written such a shocking masterpiece.

"It's just that you have no rules, and you don't have a lot of ink in your stomach, and you don't know anything about it." His Royal Highness shook his head like a rattle: "It's really impossible to get on the stage."

"Yes!" Chu Yuanyuan agreed with this point very much, and nodded his head seriously: "I will embarrass His Highness with me in the future, why not..." Forget it?

"It's better," Zhang Min took over the conversation, rolled up the scroll and stuffed it directly into her arms: "Why don't I send you to learn the rules and pour some ink?"

Now it was Chu Yuanyuan's turn to shake his head so much that he almost fell off.

"Very good." His Highness the Crown Prince was very satisfied, showing a friendly smile: "It seems that you also agree with my idea."

Chu Yuanyuan nodded again.

"Very good." The smile on his lips deepened: "I didn't expect you to be so eager to learn, and the hall will send you there tomorrow."

Chu Yuanyuan wanted to kill someone.

But the person in front of him couldn't be killed or beaten.

The situation forced people to bow their heads and had to bow their heads.

Before dawn, she was fished out of the bed by the personal maid arranged by Zhang Min.

The third watch has not been played yet!

She was pressed in front of the mirror to clean her face and make up.

His Royal Highness the Crown Prince can be said to be very considerate, the personal maid who arranged for her has big arms and round waists, and her arms are as thick as her calves.

He could lift her like a chicken with one hand.

With her eyes closed, Chu Yuanyuan pressed the powder on her face, suppressed a sneeze, and said with difficulty: "Let's, where are we going?"

The maidservant sister frowned, with a tangled expression of not knowing what to do with her face: "Go to the palace."

"Ah?" The little girl was stunned, she opened her eyes suddenly and was directly poked in the eyes by the powder puff.

The spicy and stimulating powder went directly into the eye sockets.

"Aww!!!" She hugged her eyes and rolled back and forth on the table, it was so hot and painful, her eyes were about to go blind! ! !

But still not blind.

It's just that I washed my eyes countless times, and the eyeballs were flushed red, as if I cried all night.

She was carried into the carriage by the maidservant sister like a lost chick.

Chu Yuanyuan wanted to cry, but there was no need to think about it.

Her eyes can't stand any stimulation now, and tears will drop when the wind blows.

Who would have guessed that three months ago, she was still the tyrant of the Town God's Temple, and that area was a prime location for begging for her queen.

As a result, he is out of the palace now, ah bah, the prince's mansion has entered the palace again.

The maidservant sister was sitting upright, her eyes fixed on her, as if she was afraid that she would jump off the car and run away.

"Sister." Chu Yuanyuan was extremely uncomfortable being looked at by her, and moved his position a bit, trying to avoid sight.

The man's gaze followed closely like a falcon's.

She could only approach her with a flattering smile: "Sister, what's your name?"

The maidservant sister's expression was cold and smelly, she looked her up and down, and said two words abruptly from her lips: "Tian Zhen."

She laughed twice: "Then may I call you Sister Tian Zhen?"

"Not good." The answer I got was still cold: "You are sixteen, and your birthday is in June."

Tian Zhen showed a little imperceptible smile, with a sarcasm in his eyes: "I am the same age as you, and my birthday is in November."

Chu Yuanyuan couldn't accept these words.

She could only suppress her embarrassment and sneak through the curtain of the carriage to see the passers-by outside.

The angle is very tricky, only the part from the calf to the upper can be seen.

Tsk tsk tsk, that talented man in a blue robe is secretly wearing embroidered shoes.

The world is down!

But those shoes are still very good-looking.

"Where are we going?" She started looking for words again.

Tian Zhen rolled his eyes: "Go to the empress's place."

Queen?

Is it the successor?The new queen who is only 19 years old.

The only daughter of Prime Minister He, the Tianjian official said that the Queen of Destiny has an excellent fate, which can revitalize the people and the country.

It's a pity to hear that he is a sick child.

I have never been out of the gate since I was a child, and it will fall when the wind blows.

Like delicate flowers, only moved from one greenhouse to another bigger and better one.

People who have been ill for a long time must be described as haggard, which is not beautiful.

Maybe there are not many hairs.

Chu Yuanyuan maliciously speculated about the appearance of the young woman sitting in the honorable back seat.

She thought of countless possibilities.

The only thing I haven't thought about is this one.

The queen's courtyard was very deserted, with two or three maids scattered here and there, and it seemed that Chen Simin, the daughter of Butler Chen, had not come to the scene.

She was sitting alone in the waterside pavilion, with her back slightly tilted and leaning against the red lacquered column, behind her was a sea of ​​summer water.

Wearing a plain white dress, her long hair, like ink silk, poured down from the top of her head, as soft as some kind of particularly precious satin, with a soft and cool light.

Only a hair tie was used to loosely tie the ends of the hair.

Just the figure seen from a distance is extraordinarily beautiful.

The queen held a book with one hand, and Yubai's fingers pulled the pages of the book, as beautiful as a work of art.

And that book that doesn't know how to be funny directly blocked her face.

Chu Yuanyuan could not wait to snatch the book, tear it up and throw it on the ground to crush it fiercely.

Her disorganized breathing caught the man's attention.

Everything seemed to be in slow motion, the queen's normal actions were constantly zooming in and slowing down in her eyes.

With a twist of the wrist, the book gently slanted to the side, slowly changing from a small piece of skin exposing the face to a small half of the face, to the whole face.

Snow-like skin, well-shaped eyebrows, the color of the eyebrows is a bit light, as if trapped in moon mist.

Black and white pupils, pupils are cool and bright.

The delicate and straight bridge of the nose, as well as the light pink and white lips, are like pale peach petals that have been wet and faded by the rain in spring and April.

It is obviously so light, but it makes people feel that the color is boundless.

Chu Yuanyuan was speechless for a moment.

The man put the book down lightly, supported the edge of the porch chair with both hands, narrowed his eyes, and showed a little smile on his face: "Ah, you are here."

Chu Yuanyuan was completely unresponsive, and she fell into some kind of unknown dream.

The author has something to say:

I!I!I love He Xueyan again! ! !