The princess is reborn

Although my father won me the job of serving as a student, he looked worried, "The prince is only two years older than you, but he has been in charge of great responsibilities for a long time, and he acts prudently. He is a deep and dignified man, so you should not be underestimated. If you want to be with me?" He is a friend, so be careful, you know?"

"I know, Daddy!" I didn't take Daddy's words to heart at that time, I just felt ecstatic.

Seeing that I was happy, my father became happy too, and said with a smile, "The matter of going to a brothel to drink flowers and wine in Yuan Ye was stabbed in front of the emperor, and he was banned for half a year. He will not bully you again."

As soon as I heard it, I knew it was my father's handwriting, and I couldn't help frowning, "Daddy, General Zhenbei has never dealt with you, and you are still like this...I don't want you to get into trouble just to help me out."

After I came back that night, my father didn't let me go out, saying that he wanted me to recuperate from my injuries, but actually he didn't want me to hear gossip from outsiders.

What I did that night must have been spread very badly and everyone knows it.And Yuan Ye is the culprit who bullied me, but he often drinks flowers and wine, and is fine day and night. At this juncture, someone suddenly denounced it, and it is hard for others not to suspect my father.

And my father and General Zhenbei have been separated for many years, and they have always kept the water in the water. I don't want to put my father in any danger because of this matter.

"Xiaoqiu, don't think too much about it. Dad is just looking for someone to pass on a message. At that time, the emperor was not angry. It was His Highness the crown prince who said that if he did not punish him, the high-ranking family might develop such evil tendencies in the future. The emperor did this ordered."

After hearing this, I was relieved and came to the Prince's Mansion as a servant.

I have been to the Prince's Mansion many times. In the past, I was always full of secret expectations and cramped, but this time is different. This time I will definitely see Xie Yan, so I feel a little more calm.

The housekeeper saw that I was crazy, but I was not as contemptuous as last time, but led me in obediently.

Xie Yan doesn't like extravagance, all the decorations in the mansion are mainly in simple gray and white, as indifferent as he is, giving people a sense of bleakness.There is only one peach blossom tree planted in the huge open space in the mansion. It swayed with the spring breeze in the corner, and a brilliant flowering branch protruded out of the wall. It was the one I saw that day.

The housekeeper took me outside the study and went down. My palms were sweating slightly, and I couldn't help being nervous. My eyes met Xie Yan's cold side face.

He sat upright in front of the desk, his back straight like a pine bamboo, his slender and cold fingers holding the pen, his gaze fell on the rice paper, he didn't look at me, but said, "Come and grind."

"Oh, good." I was so nervous that I forgot to call him His Royal Highness.

My father didn't inform me in advance, so I didn't have time to learn such trivial things as grinding and pouring tea. In addition to being nervous, the ink I produced was thin and faint, and shallow water marks could still be seen when the ink was applied.

Xie Yan felt something was wrong as soon as he wrote, his phoenix eyes slightly raised, his sword eyebrows slightly twisted, his eyes were like knives, "You can't even grind, what are you doing?"

This was the first sentence he took the initiative to say to me, but it was because of my clumsiness.

I felt hot on my face, my face must be very red at this time, I didn't even dare to look directly at Xie Yan's cold eyes, I could only look at the handwriting on the rice paper.

The words of thanks are sharp and cold, like the icy snowflakes in winter, and the words just written are very cramped because the ink is too light, just like me who is restless now.

I can only apologize, "His Royal Highness, I didn't do it on purpose. It's my first time grinding, so I accidentally put in too much water. I'm really sorry."

"Go wash it up." Xie Yan crumpled up the rice paper and threw it on the ground, took out another clean rice paper, and handed the inkstone to me.

I stared blankly at his slender fingers, which were lined by the inkstone like jade and snow, making people unable to move their eyes away. I stretched out my hand to take it, but my fingertips accidentally touched his, and my fingertips were slightly cold when I touched them. , as cold as his people.

The temperature was fleeting, because Xie Yan immediately withdrew his hand, as if I was some untouchable poison.

Regardless of my frustration, I immediately cleaned and dried the inkstone. Xie Yan could only grind it by himself. Even when he was grinding, he had the arrogance of a nobleman. The thick ink appeared, and I quietly wrote down the amount of water, and followed Xie Yan's movements to practice secretly.

"Go make tea." Xie Yan picked up his pen again and gave the order lightly.

I kept saying yes, and immediately brought it in for him. I was much more cautious this time, the temperature of the tea has been tested by hand, and the thickness is also appropriate, so there should be no mistakes.

But Xie Yan just took a sip and said, "It's too hot."

how could be?I had clearly measured the temperature with my hands, my mind was full of doubts, but I bit my lower lip and didn't make a sound.

I lowered the temperature a little more, and asked the servants in the mansion to thank him for the temperature that I am used to drinking on weekdays.They all said that the words of thanks don't have any particularly tricky preferences, they usually bring them in directly, sometimes the tea is too hot, the prince will not scold, but just put it aside first.

I must have thought too much, I told myself so, took it in again, Xie Yan took the tea, but stood up lightly, and said expressionlessly, "It's too cold."

I couldn't count how many times I ran and changed the tea that day. Xie Yan never looked at me when drinking tea, and only spoke indifferently.

"Too thick."

"Too light."

"It's too hot."

"It's too cold."

Even the servants began to secretly talk about why His Royal Highness is so difficult to serve today. I don't think he is difficult to serve, he just has trouble with me.

After tossing like this for a long time, Xie Yan was still not satisfied. I poured the tea I made into the sink again and again, looking at the tea leaves floating in the sink, I finally turned cold.

I stopped the boy who had been watching the show for a long time, and asked him to prepare a large pot of tea for me, and prepared it according to the temperature and concentration that Xie Yan was used to drinking on weekdays.

I put the teapot on the desk, Xie Yan finally looked at me, his gray pupils seemed puzzled, and the tails of his eyes slightly raised.

I have a bad temper, and I'm not a fool, how can I not see that the tossing and tossing for most of the day was deliberately done by Xie Yan.

I thought I was going to ask him aloud why he was doing this to me, but I didn't.

I just took a deep breath and said softly, "His Royal Highness, don't waste the tea, you haven't had a sip for most of the day, don't ruin your throat for nothing."

To Xie Yan, I can say that I have no temper at all. I ran for at least [-] times, but now I don’t care about my sore legs and feet and fingers swollen by blisters. How much tea.

"What does it have to do with you?" Xie Yan stopped looking at me, and turned his eyes back to the rice paper. His words were like sharp blades, piercing my wishful thinking and wishful thinking.

"How irrelevant, you know me, you know me..."

"I" for a long time, but I still couldn't express my love. When I was about to give up, Xie Yan raised his head. I bumped into his indifferent gray eyes. I don't know where the courage came from. I said, "You know I like you."

Xie Yan sneered, there was no smile in his eyes, and even his lips were straightened. He looked me up and down with scrutiny, "I've only met you a few times, so how can we talk about liking? If your liking is so easy, it can be seen It's superficial enough, too."

At this moment, I finally understand that today's tossing for a long time is nothing more than Xie Yan seeing through my small thoughts, and changing ways to make me retreat.

My fingers were all entangled, and I even wanted to take a bite. This is my habit when I'm nervous and flustered, but I didn't want to be so rude in front of Xie Yan, so I held on.

I'm a layman with no culture, so I don't know if my liking is superficial, but isn't superficial liking not liking?

Likes can be divided into many types. There are profound likes, which are poetic and picturesque likes of literati and refined scholars. There must also be superficial likes like mine. My likes are not noble or deep enough, but my likes are honest enough. Is this not enough?

I've never liked people before, and I don't know if this kind of superficial liking is touching, but I really tried my best.

After thinking about it like this, I slowly said, "My liking may be superficial and not noble, but isn't superficial liking not liking?"

Maybe it was my liking that gave me strength, I no longer looked downcast, and even bravely looked at Xie Yan.And Xie Yan listened to me and looked at me.

My eyes no longer dodge, my liking may be superficial, but I don’t want it to be cowardly and evasive, “Maybe you think my liking is superficial, shallow, vulgar, not as noble, deep, and noble as you scholars. "

"But me, but I..."

My lips started to tremble, and a salty liquid fell from the side of my face. I didn't care to wipe it, but I still tremblingly said, "But I can make sure that my likes bring my full sincerity, maybe you don't I like it, but I won't give up."