The killer concubine of the sick prince

Therefore, Jiang Jiuyi's recognition and practice of calligraphy was put on the agenda by Zhao Ruixi.

What did he say?

"Anyway, you are now the princess of Prince Xi's mansion, and you are looking for a job in her position. It is not good to bear the reputation of being a white man in the future. It is better to know a few words to gain insight. Although women don't seek fame, but no matter what you do I, Zhao Ruixi's daughter—"

"——Woman, this king can teach you reluctantly."

Under Jiang Jiuyi's intense murderous eyes, Zhao Ruixi turned his back in a good manner, slapped the folding fan in his hand, and said with regret: "It's a pity for my king's thousand taels of silver. I planned to use it as a reward for your accomplishment."

Jiang Jiuyi's toes moved, as if after some inner struggle, she asked in an uncertain voice, "...Really?"

Zhao Ruixi opened the folding fan in his hand with a "snap", and shook it suavely twice in this winter before saying: "This king never takes his words seriously!"

Jiang Jiuyi gritted her teeth, "...I'll learn!"

Then?

Then Jiang Jiuyi lived a life of being laughed at by Zhao Ruixi and even Feng Zhiyan every day.

It's not easy to practice calligraphy with soft brushes, and he can't even write with hard brushes well, so using a brush now is like a bunch of caterpillars crawling.

There is no fighting spirit to become more and more courageous, only the humiliation of being constantly beaten.

In fact, Jiang Jiuyi's poor handwriting is not only due to his lack of talent in this field, but also because his small body is ridiculously weak, and he can't even hold his wrists steady when writing.

But today, Zhao Ruixi even came to the small study where he practiced calligraphy, which made Jiang Jiuyi, who was already reluctant to write, feel extremely awkward all over.

After writing a few big characters, Jiang Jiuyi keenly noticed that her wrist started to shake again, so she simply threw the pen down and said angrily to Zhao Ruixi who was lying on the other side reading a book: "I don't want to write."

Zhao Ruixi slowly turned a page of the book in his hand, as if he didn't hear Jiang Jiuyi's words.

Jiang Jiuyi knew that this poor prince must have heard it clearly, and he was deliberately trying to punish him, but after thinking about it, Zhao Ruixi couldn't control him, so he was about to go out.

But just two steps away, when he was about to touch the door of freedom, he suddenly tilted his head, and only heard a soft sound, the chess piece that Zhao Ruixi was playing with smashed the door of the study, and then quietly Lying quietly on the ground, as if making a silent mockery to Jiang Jiuyi.

Zhao Ruixi didn't mind exposing her knowledge of martial arts in front of Jiang Jiuyi, but when Jiang Jiuyi turned around, there was vigorous vitality mixed with distinct anger in his eyes, "What do you mean?"

Although the expression was not angry, the obvious change in the aura was very clear.

Zhao Ruixi turned the book in his hand again, and said without raising his eyes: "Write the words before you go out. Feng Zhiyan is not at the house today, so you can stop practicing for a day."

Anyway, Jiang Jiuyi didn't want to practice calligraphy, so she argued: "You can't stop practicing for a day, otherwise all previous efforts will be wasted."

Zhao Ruixi glanced at Jiang Jiuyi who was stiff because of lying, and chuckled, "Oh? Did Feng Zhiyan teach you this?"

Jiang Jiuyi nodded with a sense of guilt, and couldn't help but say sorry to this charlatan, for the sake of my freedom, you should take the blame for it for now.

There was a rustling sound, and Zhao Ruixi got up from his imperial concubine's couch, and walked towards Jiang Jiuyi barefoot.

Jiang Jiuyi stared blankly at Zhao Ruixi approaching her, slowly changing from looking up to looking up, Zhao Ruixi leaned close to him.

A light scent of lotus flowers lingered at the tip of his nose, and he heard Zhao Ruixi say, "Jiang Jiuyi, I am your prince."

Zhao Ruixi spoke in a soft tone, without a trace of anger, but Jiang Jiuyi's back felt cold, and there was a clammy feeling that she was being targeted by a poisonous snake.

Jiang Jiuyi's eyes suddenly fell on Zhao Ruixi's bare feet, he was eager to say something to break the current stalemate, the killer's intuition told him to act quickly, otherwise - he didn't know what would happen out of control matter.

"shoe……"

"Your shoes."

Jiang Jiuyi leaned back calmly, trying to put a distance between the two of them, but Zhao Ruixi put his arms around his waist and even pulled him into his arms.

Cheeks rubbed against the soft and smooth Shu brocade, Jiang Jiuyi's breath was stagnant, and she subconsciously wanted to pull out the dagger she had been hiding in her lower back, but before she could move, she heard a "boom" and loosened her back waist, and his dagger unexpectedly Just like that, Zhao Ruixi pulled him out and threw him on the ground.

"Princess, there's no need to be so nervous when you get along with this king, right?" Zhao Ruixi loosened the person a little, but still controlled it within his arms, like a giant python encircling its prey, "I'm glad that my princess has finally started Caring about the king."

Zhao Ruixi spoke very slowly on purpose, every word seemed to be spit out twice on the tip of his tongue, and the atmosphere suddenly became ambiguous.

Maybe it was a man who suddenly became interested in the little girl, but the problem was that Jiang Jiuyi was a man!Once Zhao Ruixi knew the identity of his man, what kind of trouble would it be if he didn't keep it.

He had no choice but to follow Zhao Ruixi's words, and said bravely, "You put on your shoes first!"

Zhao Ruixi sighed inaudibly, let go of Jiang Jiuyi in his arms, and walked back slowly to put on his shoes, during which time he didn't even let go of Jiang Jiuyi's hand.

After putting on his shoes, he sat on the couch and looked up at Jiang Jiuyi who was standing beside her. Those twinkling and affectionate peach blossom eyes looked innocent and affectionate, "May I teach you how to write?"

There was a moment of blankness in Jiang Jiuyi's mind, and when he came back to his senses, Zhao Ruixi had already led him to the table, and he jumped up suddenly like a cat with fur, "Not good!"

Zhao Ruixi sighed helplessly and tolerantly, holding his hand as if it was so strong that he couldn't break free at all.

"You have to try it to know if it's good or not."

Then--

In this way, Jiang Jiuyi was taught by Zhao Ruixi to write handwriting all morning.

For the first time, he knew that even if Zhao Ruixi's body was short of a step and coughed three times, he wished his soul would come out of his body, but he had martial arts, even extraordinary martial arts.

Zhao Ruixi looked at Jiang Jiuyi's handwriting, which was no different from that of a three-year-old child, held the paper and said in disgust, "From now on, I will come to this king to practice calligraphy every afternoon."

Just at this time, Changsheng was passing the message outside, "My lord, Mr. Feng is back."

Zhao Ruixi said without raising his head, "Let him come here to find me."

As soon as Feng Zhiyan entered the small study, he felt the silent and stalemate atmosphere here. He saw his little apprentice sitting at the table drinking tea expressionlessly, but anyone with a discerning eye could see that he was emotional, so he looked over there again. Zhao Ruixi's complexion also darkened faintly.

It was the first time he had such a clear understanding, could it be that he came at the wrong time?

But he is not someone who cares about these things, and his eyes even sparkle with curiosity, "Did your husband and wife quarrel?"

With a "poof", the tea in Jiang Jiuyi's mouth was sprayed all over.

Feng Zhiyan approached Zhao Ruixi curiously, and found that the man's expression was uncomfortable. He felt that he had guessed a good deal, nodded as if I knew everything, and smiled seriously: "I'm sure I won't mess up." explain."

However——not convincing at all.

In fact, there was a little embarrassment between Zhao Ruixi and Jiang Jiuyi just now.

Because Zhao Ruixi was so mean-spirited and said "witty words" to Jiang Jiuyi's primary school student's handwriting, Jiang Jiuyi became annoyed and rushed directly to Zhao Ruixi to grab her paper back.

Then the scene that Feng Zhiyan saw appeared.

"Hey, why did you come to see me?" Zhao Ruixi changed the subject.

However, Feng Zhiyan didn't cooperate at all, and asked unconsciously while holding the teacup, "Didn't you ask me to come here?"

Jiang Jiuyi, "..."

Zhao Ruixi actually felt the mockery in Jiang Jiuyi's calm gaze?

He cleared his throat, trying to regain some of his face as a prince, "From tomorrow on, she will practice with you in the morning, and come to me to practice calligraphy in the afternoon."

"Huh?" Before Jiang Jiuyi had time to say anything, Feng Zhiyan became puzzled.

He knew that Jiang Jiuyi was practicing calligraphy every day, but he didn't expect that Zhao Ruixi would teach her personally. When his eyes fell on the crooked calligraphy on the table——

A second burst of laughter broke out in the small study.

"Jiang Jiuyi, you are such a cute little girl, and your handwriting is too poor."

The grief-stricken Jiang Jiuyi secretly clenched her fists, "...shut up!"

[The author has something to say: 91: I'm ugly and don't care about your shit!

Zhao Si: Hahahahaha

Zhao Si died, died of cheap talk]