Chuan Shuzhi became the regent's favorite concubine

In the past, if he was punished by Xi Yuankui into the darkroom, he would be willing, without any fear, and without any doubts, but now he stood in front of the darkroom for the first time and was a little hesitant.

Is it true what you say is good for him?

The thought that flashed through his mind made Chou Chenghong panic. This was the first time he thought this way, before he had time to grasp it, his body subconsciously reached out to press the switch, and the door of the darkroom opened, revealing the person inside A dark, cave-like room came.

Chou Chenghong lowered his eyes, walked in with his feet up, with a wry smile on his lips, maybe he hasn't been in this dark room for a long time, or Pei Jinglin stayed by his side for too long, which made him feel at a loss for the darkness.

When I walked in, there was a little fear in my heart.

After Chou Chenghong's figure disappeared into the dark room, Xi Yuankui's chest heaving up and down with excitement gradually calmed down, his complexion was completely black as if washed by ink.

A mere Pei Jinglin can actually make the crown prince whom he has raised for more than ten years give birth to the idea of ​​disobeying him!Really exasperating!

Then Pei Jinglin must not be able to stay by Chou Chenghong's side any longer, otherwise it is just a mere request to keep him away from Pei Jinglin, and he will not listen to him even more in the future.

"...The truth will never allow this to happen." Xi Yuankui's cloudy eyes flashed a sinister look, he angrily brushed his hands behind his back, and hurried out.

Now he had to deal with Qiu Longci, and now he had to add Pei Jinglin, Xi Yuankui went back to the prime minister's mansion with a heavy expression.

And Pei Jinglin, who walked out of the study room, was about to leave the prince's mansion, when he suddenly remembered that he still had a copybook left in the study room, and that copybook was to be written today for his master Fu Xizhi to read, so he had to make a detour and go back. Pick.

He came to the Prince's Mansion many times, and naturally knew that it would be faster to take the path to the study, so he missed Xi Yuankui who was going out.

Pei Jinglin, who was walking on the road, was not fast. As he walked, he wondered why the Prime Minister Xi Yuankui looked like that in his study just now.

Does it mean to keep him and Hong'er away?But as far as he knows, the prime minister should want to help Hong'er ascend to the throne. He is from the Pei family, and his father is the Duke of Pei. Standing on the side of the future prince will only be beneficial and harmless, so why would he object like that? Attitude……

Will it be detrimental to the prime minister himself?

Pei Jinglin thought deeply, and vaguely felt that there was an answer to this question soon, but he couldn't see the case for a long time, so he couldn't help but continue to find the answer, and he was already outside the study.

Standing in front of the study, Pei Jinglin didn't rush in directly, and there was no sound from the study, so he couldn't help but wonder, did Gongsun and Sun finish their talk in less than half an hour?

"Hong'er?" Pei Jinglin knocked on the door tentatively.

No one answered.

Pei Jinglin was full of doubts, and reached out to push the door to enter, but found that the door of the study room was ajar, Pei Jinglin was even more confused.

Chou Chenghong would close the door casually when he came in and out. It was impossible for the door to be closed tightly. Pei Jinglin walked in with such doubts.

Walking into the study room, there was no one there, and there was only a chess game that seemed to have been artificially scattered. Pei Jinglin called out subconsciously, "Hong'er?"

After all, this chess game will not be broken up by Chou Chenghong.

"Hong'er?" Chou Chenghong walked around the study room, but found nothing unusual. After Ning Mei picked up the fallen copybook, he walked out of the study room, and looked back at the empty study room when he went out. , as usual, and finally the study room was gradually closed behind by the closed door.

Pei Jinglin left Pei's mansion, but he felt uneasy all the time.

……

After more than ten days in a row, the Huaxia Capital was peaceful.

On the contrary, in the palace, every day is extremely lively.

Luo Qingzhu did not have the shackles of Qiu Longci in the palace, maybe it was because of his favor and arrogance, he was making a fuss in the palace all day long like she was having fun.

Sometimes he himself feels like a child, very troublesome.

Obviously he used to be a mature and stable cultural relic restorer in the eyes of others, so how come these days are getting better and better?

This question is what Luo Qingzhu was thinking when he was arguing about Qiu Longci in the study.

"Okay, what kind of graffiti has been painted on this king's face in the past few days? Do you want to make trouble again?" Qiu Longci looked helplessly at Luo Qingzhu who was sitting straddling him, very helpless road.

Luo Qingzhu curled her lips, "This time I promise to only draw a small flower and stop!"

Qiu Long refused to buy it, leaned back in the chair, and looked at Luo Qingzhu who was making trouble in front of him with folded arms and a smile.

Silently refused.

"It's guaranteed to be a small flower! I promise." Luo Qingzhu held a fine cinnabar-dotted pen in his hand, and was about to touch Qiu Longci's forehead eager to try.

"Qiu Longci... Please, I accidentally splashed ink on you before, and you took the opportunity to bully me. This time, it will be offset by drawing once."

Qiu Longci's expression froze, and he cried after being bullied that time.

"...Only once, it won't be an example." Qiu Longci let go of his mouth for a while, didn't he find a chance to make up for his mistakes at that time?

"I promise it's just a small one." Luo Qingzhu immediately beamed with joy, moved forward on his thigh happily, and stretched out the pen to point at his face.

Unexpectedly, with such a movement, Qiu Longci's complexion suddenly changed, and his eyes darkened. Luo Qingzhu's movement was precise.

But Qiu Longci didn't move, and quietly looked at Luo Qingzhu who was close to him and was almost stuck together. Luo Qingzhu was concentrating on tracing something between his eyebrows for him.

The focused eyes moved Qiu Longci's heart, and the eyes stayed on his face, from the light and slender eyebrows to the bright black eyes, to the delicate tip of the nose, and the slightly opened eyes because of too much concentration. Q……

Chou Longci didn't think there was anything wrong with which one he picked out, but it happened on Luo Qingzhu's face, and he felt that it was terribly fascinating.

"Is the painting finished?" Qiu Long said suddenly, his voice slightly hoarse.

"Just a little more... soon, soon." Luo Qingzhu still kept his eyes on the cinnabar pen in his hand, and muttered.

After a while, Luo Qingzhu withdrew, and smiled with satisfaction, "Not bad, not bad, my paintings are so beautiful!"

It is similar to the ancient flowers painted on the face for the sake of beauty, but Luo Qingzhu is painted according to the pattern he likes in his heart, combined with the pattern on a cultural relic he has repaired before, and the red cinnabar outlines the fine details. Stripes are a complex and beautiful pattern.

This kind of pattern painted on Qiu Longci's forehead not only did not damage his masculinity, but on the contrary, it made Qiu Longci seem evil and righteous, and the good and evil temperament were mixed together, which was very exciting.