The nine princesses of the East Palace

I sat there, waiting for Li Chengyin to teach me how to write, but I saw that the desk was in a mess, ink was spilled everywhere, and crumpled paper was everywhere on the floor, it was a mess, there was no paper or ink The place can be written, so I had to stand up and want to tidy up.

Li Chengyin probably couldn't stand the chaos here, so he picked up the paper on the floor, but when he saw the ink stains on the table, he frowned and shouted: "Shi En! Shi En!"

Shi En thumped and ran in, "What orders does Your Highness have?"

Li Chengyin said: "Clean up here."

When Shi En looked at the desk, he was a little dumbfounded. He glanced at me first, probably because he wanted to ask me what happened.My tongue was like a knot, and I didn't speak for a long time.

"Just now a stray cat came from nowhere and made a mess here, please clean it up quickly." Li Cheng Yin said to Shi En.

He actually called me a wild cat!

Shi En nodded, "Don't worry, Your Highness, this servant will clean up right away." While cleaning up, he muttered, "However, this wild cat is really powerful. It not only spilled His Highness's paper and ink, but also bit His Highness."

My face was hot when I heard this, and I took a sneak peek at Li Cheng Yin, only then did I realize that there was a gash on his lip, which I just bitten.

Li Chengyin caressed the wound on his mouth, and said calmly: "What are you muttering about, pack up and go out."

Shi En closed his mouth, and after wiping off the ink stains, he asked: "Does Your Highness still need servants to study ink?"

Li Cheng Yin frowned and thought for a while, then said: "No need."

Shi En asked again: "Does Your Highness and Princess Jiu want to change their clothes?"

Li Chengyin's clothes were stained with a lot of ink, almost unreadable, they should be replaced, but mine... I subconsciously looked at my clothes, no, my light yellow skirt also has spots of ink stains.

What should I do now?Is it possible to ask someone to deliver clothes in broad daylight?This will make people dreamy!Forget it, it will be dark in a few hours, and I will go back to Yufu Palace after dark, so that no one will see it.

"No change!" I said.Li Chengyin's voice also happened to sound, and we were almost in unison.

Shi En was slightly stunned, turned his eyes between Li Chengyin and me, and saluted Li Chengyin: "The servant will leave first, don't disturb His Highness and Princess Nine...to revise the book."

Shi En walked so fast, I was about to explain something to him when he disappeared.

"Why are you standing so far away? Don't you want to learn how to write?" Li Cheng Yin had already sat down upright at this moment, he added some water to the inkstone, and holding the ink ingot in his hand, he circled vertically on the inkstone, I moved my stool over and watched him grind the ink.

He flattened a piece of paper with his free hand, pressed it with a ruler, and said to me: "I'm going to grind the ink now, so you can write some by yourself first."

I picked up the brush, dipped it in the ink, and facing the blank paper, I suddenly didn't know what to write, because my mind was full of his name, and I couldn't think of other words.

He tilted his head and looked at me, and I suddenly felt my hands trembling again. When I saw the wound on his lips, I thought of his kissing me just now, his rapid breathing, and the way he looked at me , so hot that there is nowhere to hide.

"You don't write, what do you look at me with a blushing face?" He said while grinding the ink.

I quickly retracted my gaze, started to write on the paper, and wrote several large characters at once.

He tilted his head and smiled at me. His laughter was so clear and sweet that it echoed throughout the cubicle.

I looked at him in puzzlement, and then suddenly shifted my eyes to the words I wrote, all of which were the word "阴" in his name.

I was really hot from the neck, all the way to the root of the ear.

Obviously, I had already remembered the word "family" just now, but for some reason, it became his name when I wrote it down.

I moved my mouth and said slowly: "Your name is too difficult to write, I need to practice a few more times."

He was still laughing, as if he couldn't stop.

Didn't I just write his name?Why is he so happy?How strange.

I said again: "You can also write my name, and I promise not to laugh."

He stopped grinding ink, leaned over, held my hand, and asked me: "Did Yong Niang and Fang Shangyi teach you to write your name?"

When he said this, I realized that I also have a name. However, I have been busy studying etiquette and "The Commandments for Women", so I didn't remember to ask how my name should be written. Instead, I learned his name.

I shook my head and said, "I forgot, teach me quickly."

He held my hand and wrote horizontally, vertically, horizontally, and soon there was a big word on the paper.

"This is the word 'Maple'." He said.

"Feng." I repeated it.

He didn't let go of my hand, and wrote the word "Yin" next to the word "Feng".

I stared blankly at the two words neatly lined up together.

He also looked at those two words and was silent for a while, then looked at me and asked: "Xiaofeng, will you stay by my side forever?"

His expression was very serious and serious, without any joking in the usual way, I was stunned by his question.

I never thought about this question, and I didn't know how to answer it. I just stammered: "I never thought of leaving you!"

He laughed suddenly, his eyes were red and glowing, before I could see clearly, he looked away, let go of my hand, and continued to pick up the ink ingot and grind the ink.

The ink in the inkstone is getting darker and thicker, giving off a burst of ink fragrance.

I remember Fang Shangyi said that the darker and thicker the ink, the better. Why didn't he stop?Grinding ink is very tiring. When I was in Yufu Palace, I volunteered to grind it once, and my hands became sore after a while. After grinding for so long, aren’t his hands sore?

I silently imitated his posture just now, and wrote my name and his name a dozen times, while he was still grinding the ink. "Li Chengyin, why do you keep grinding ink? Don't you take a break?" I couldn't help asking.

He just stopped, loosened the ink stick, and said, "I'm not afraid that you are too diligent and write too many words, and you will run out of ink for a while?"

"No." I said, "I write very slowly, and when I write quickly, it becomes so crooked that I can't read it."

He glanced at the words I wrote on the paper and said, "I can see it."

I wrote these words stroke by stroke. Although it is still not very good-looking, but it has improved a bit. Why doesn't he praise me.

He didn't praise me in the end, just said: "You can practice here first, I'll go out to get some fresh air."

"Breathable? I'm bored too. I'll go with you." I don't want to be here alone. As soon as I put down my pen, I stood up, and the stool made a lot of noise.

"You can't be careful, be rash." He straightened the wobbly stool by me, and led me out.