Duan Zhishaohua

Leaving the remote stone pavilion, the two quickly walked towards their small courtyard.

Pass through the quiet path, bypass the grass, and finally arrive at the broad bluestone road.

Duan Shaohua was neither in a hurry nor in a hurry, and he did not seem to be in a hurry.Wei Dong'er was in a hurry, kept looking around, her feet trembled from time to time, and she could hardly stand up.

Since she entered the mansion, she probably hasn't seen a scene like that just now, and now she just thinks about Duan Shaohua holding a hairpin to Master Chen's face, and she can't help shivering.

She stopped for a while, raised her eyes and quietly looked at the figure walking in front of her.Every time he walks and moves, he can faintly see the graceful figure, which can be called uneasy and beautiful.But after just now, Dong'er only felt that the figure in the back was ruthless.

But remembering his usual gentleness and calmness, Dong'er quickly shook his head. After all, the young master is not a servant, and it's hard to be angry when he is being pressed every step of the way, but this time it is more serious.

I kept silent all the way, now it was almost Shen Shi, and I looked up to see that the sun was already westward.

The splendor of Prince Jing's mansion is temporarily concealed, only the courtyards are numerous and deep.

Dong'er, who had been tense all the way until now, was relieved until he returned to his place. He leaned against the wall and slowly sat on the chair, still unable to stop his fear.

"Young master." It took a long time to recover her words, she looked at Duan Shaohua who seemed to have nothing happened, and said her biggest worry in a trembling voice, "Young master, aren't you worried? Tell the prince!"

Dong'er was really panicked. After all, he had witnessed the horror of Prince Jing with his own eyes. Duan Shaohua's posture and scars when he was tied up with hemp rope that day were the best proof.

She was so anxious that she almost shed tears, but Duan Shaohua leisurely took a cup of tea and drank lightly. Hearing Dong'er's anxiety, he turned his face and smiled at her. The unfinished meaning was: It's okay, don't worry.

How could she not be worried, Dong'er opened her mouth and still had something to say, but Duan Shaohua turned her head away after taking a look at her, all her heart was on the tea.

Dong'er was almost choked by his own words, stared at him blankly for a while, and could only give up with a sigh.

When it comes to uneasiness, Duan Shaohua naturally has it, but he is lucky in this sorrow.I just thought that this matter must not be hidden, and only this time he hoped that the prince would punish him severely, and even drive him out of the mansion.

Having a headache and looking forward to it, he still didn't know what was the reason why Prince Jing forced him to stay, and when he saw the dusty master, he thought that only he and the prince were the best match in this manor.Since he is the prince's most favored husband, now that he has hurt his favor, there must be a reason to expel him from the mansion.

Just imagining leaving Prince Jing's mansion gave rise to a surge of excitement from the bottom of my heart, Duan Shaohua clenched his fists tightly and gasped for breath, trembling because of too much anticipation.He wanted to go out, he wanted to leave, and stay away from everything about Prince Jing.Before this, I never thought that one day this would become a desire engraved in my blood.

He closed his eyes tightly, looking forward to the next storm.

This deep thought has passed for a long time, it seems that it has been several hours.Looking outside the door, it was already dark.

I can't help but smile wryly, whether I am distressed or looking forward to it.During a day in Prince Jing's Mansion, except for being called to stay with him at night, the rest of the time seemed to be in a daze.

It's just a piece of soft meat raised by others. Duan Shaohua was most afraid of becoming like this, but now he has practiced it for two months.

I just hope, I just hope, the dream will come true.The prince was furious and drove him out of the palace.

He moved his hands and feet in worry, and it turned out that he was already numb.

I stood up and moved a few times, letting the soreness and numbness spread all over my body.

Dong'er didn't know when he went out. He looked around, took a candle and lit it, and stared at the candlelight that began to shine brightly.

Not long after the candle tears shed, Dong'er's voice was heard from far and near, calling for the young master.

At the same time, there was a faint smell of food, and he was relieved, it turned out that Dong'er was just going to prepare dinner.

The sound of footsteps slowly resounded in the room, and Kan Dong'er's expression was no longer as nervous and helpless as before.

Duan Shaohua put away his thoughts, he walked to the table and sat down again, but he already had more pens, inks, papers and inkstones in his hands.

Dong'er put down the two dishes and one soup in his hand, looked at it and asked curiously: "What are you doing with these?" At the same time, he smiled embarrassedly, "Do you want me to do something, but I don't know how to read."

Indifferently with some regrets, it touched Duan Shaohua's thoughts.Once Bao girl scratched her head in embarrassment like this, and then pestered herself to teach her how to read.

He originally planned to start teaching idioms, but now it's all in vain.

Sighed in memory, seeing Dong'er looking at him worriedly.

Smiling and shaking, he was already grinding ink with one hand, and looked outside the door from time to time, hoping that Prince Jing would appear sooner.

The food was left to dry in one place, and for a while, only the friction sound of graphite and inkstone was heard.

The ink in the inkstone is black and thick, gradually accumulating.

Seeing him only grinding the ink, Dong'er also became curious, and in the middle of the day, with a suffocating breath lingering, a clear voice came, "I haven't moved a mouthful, do you think the food in the palace is not to your liking?"

Duan Shaohua shook Shi Mo's hand, looked around, but it was not Prince Jing.

After looking forward to it so hard, my heart suddenly surged up, and I hurriedly stood up and greeted the prince respectfully.

Pei Jing strode towards him, with wind in his sleeves, and Manager Yan unexpectedly did not follow behind him.

Watching him enter generously, and then sit on the chair, it can be described as casual.

Even though he knew that it was Prince Jing who was seated, Duan Shaohua still stood like a log, his eyes drifted away, but they did not fall on Pei Jing.

He was looking forward to Prince Jing's big fight, but he didn't have the wrath he expected.

Disappointed, surprised, the excitement of the idea slowly calmed down.

His indifferent appearance caused Pei Jing to hum softly, and with a flick of his sleeve, he threw the tea that Dong'er had brought tremblingly to the ground.

The cracking sound was crisp, and Duan Shaohua frowned.

I really want to ask him why he came, but the word "Wang Ye" is stuck in my throat and I can't make a sound.

Pei Jing seemed to see through his hesitation, and smiled, and said, "Go get another drink."

Dong'er had already turned pale with horror, as if he had been rescued after hearing this sentence, he hurriedly picked up the pieces and walked away quickly.

The two ebony doors were half closed and half open, and the two people in the room stood and sat one at a time, as quiet and dignified as ink splashing in an inkstone.

There was the sound of fingers lightly tapping on the tabletop, infinitely amplified, and every stitch could be found anywhere.

The night wind is cold, bleak and lonely.

After all, it was Pei Jing who spoke, "Is your throat still good?"

It vaguely sounds like concern, but he also said that such trivial matters are still handled by himself.

Duan Shaohua no longer sighed, raised his head, walked quickly to the table and sat down, and picked up a pen with the ink he had just grinded: I am not very happy to have the prince's concern.

With the tip of the pen sticking to the rice paper, these words appeared quickly.

It was the first time Pei Jing watched him write, and took the paper to read.It's nothing more than that the words of Dao are like a person, dignified and well-proportioned, neat and rigorous, and it really has a bit of his own taste.

Appreciation is one thing, but gratitude on paper is another.

"It's well written." Pei Jing sneered and slapped the rice paper on the table, "It's just that there is something wrong with the words."

Duan Shaohua was not surprised, and raised his pen again: The prince's eyes are golden, and the common people feel inferior.

He wrote stroke by stroke, his fingertips were white and red, shining brightly and pinkly.Pei Jing watched without blinking, and instantly felt the urge to be touched by that fingertip, scratching his heart.

But after seeing the few numbers, his eyes couldn't help but sink, "You are so free and easy."

Duan Shaohua was stunned for a moment, and wrote: No match for the prince, free and unrestrained, free and easy.

These few strokes were prepared to bear Pei Jing's anger, but unexpectedly he smiled, showing no sign of anger.

Duan Shaohua was suspicious, suspecting that he was wrong or the prince had changed his gender.

Then, the laughter stopped abruptly, and the exaggerated laughing face slowly returned to its original form, gloomy and terrifying.

This might be a precursor to his anger, Duan Shaohua should have been panicked, but now he cheered a little in his heart.

Sure enough, he was not disappointed, and then he heard Pei Jing questioning, "I don't need to say more about what good things you did today."

I was overjoyed, he really came to inquire about the crime.

It does look like a rage, if he refuses to admit his mistake, I don't know if he will touch his back.

With great expectations, Duan Shaohua slowly picked up his pen, making sure to arouse his anger to the greatest extent: "You don't need to point it out, I hurt Master Chen's face with the hairpin."

Before Pei Jing could speak, he added another sentence: But the wound didn't see any blood, so why should Master Chen moan/groan without illness, and it's a waste of time for the prince.

Looking at it this way, it already looks a little bit harsh.

After Duan Shaohua finished writing, he put down his pen, folded his legs and sat upright, with a solemn face, facing the expected storm.

But in the end, Pei Jing looked at him with great interest, which prevented the anger Duan Shaohua imagined from attacking quickly.

After a moment of silence, Pei Jing looked at the face in front of him that was imprinted by the candlelight, it was as white as jade, and it seemed that he could even faintly see bloodshot eyes, and suddenly felt an urge to be obscene.

It was silent, and the air was also settled down, leaving only one look.

Duan Shaohua gradually became a little uneasy, he moved, wondering about the change of the prince today.

With a sudden light in front of his eyes, Pei Jing actually moved the candlestick in front of him.

The candlelight was bright, and there was a moment of dazzling.

Duan Shaohua squinted his eyes subconsciously, but because of the trance of blinking, his face suddenly became hot, and he clearly felt the shape of his lips.

With a "click", Duan Shaohua accidentally knocked over the teacup.

He wanted to clean up and stay away, but unexpectedly, Pei Jing pressed his shoulders, and his ears warmed up, "Are you hurting him on purpose because of what this king said?"

Duan Shaohua was taken aback by the words, and tilted his head in surprise.

Pei Jing smiled narrowly again: "This king is just joking with you, but you are better off, find someone to fight with your life."

Hearing his laughing words, Duan Shaohua finally understood, thinking that what he said as a joke was "Solve such small things by yourself".

At that time, I didn't feel anything when I heard the boy's conveyance, but now I heard Pei Jing say it personally, and I couldn't tell whether it was sorrow or anger for a while.

But it was only after he confirmed something that he looked at him abruptly, took up a pen and said quickly: "My lord already knew what he did.

It refers to poisoning.

Pei Jing was expressionless, rubbing the ball of paper, his meaning was self-evident.