Shufeng glanced at Jiang Mingzhi with a guilty conscience, smiled, and waited eagerly.
Prince Yong's Mansion.
Chu Muchi was looking at a pile of reports in the study. When he heard that Jiang Mingzhi was coming, his eyelids moved, but he pretended not to hear it and continued to look down at the memorial in his hand.
Jiang Mingzhi entered the study, and a gust of cool wind blew into the room.
There were thick curtains in the room, and the silver charcoal in the stove was burning brightly. As soon as he entered the room, the coldness in his body dissipated. Jiang Mingzhi took off his white fox cloak, gave it to Ping'er, asked her to wait outside, and went into the room himself.
Chu Muchi was a strange guy, and she didn't dare let anyone else enter the house to disturb him.
In the inner room of the study, only the window was half-closed, and the charcoal stove was far away. It was obvious that the owner of this house was afraid of heat.
But Jiang Mingzhi had just taken off his coat and was feeling cold. As soon as he went in, he couldn't help shivering.
In this cold winter, who can be so cold-resistant?
Seeing her enter the room, a little maid who was also shivering with cold came out from the corner, picked up the teapot on the small red clay stove, and poured a cup of hot tea for Jiang Mingzhi.
Jiang Mingzhi held the hot tea and looked at the little maid again. He didn't know when such a skinny and frail little maid appeared by Chu Muchi's side.
The little maid was quietly sizing up Jiang Mingzhi. The young lady before her had a pure and noble appearance, and her whole demeanor was extraordinary. Even her hair inadvertently revealed the looseness of a pampered life.
When the little maid met Jiang Mingzhi's inquiring gaze, her cheeks flushed, she lowered her head quickly, and hid in the dark again.
It was quite interesting. Jiang Mingzhi found it funny and took a sip of hot tea. It was the chrysanthemum tea she loved to drink in winter, which could clear away heat and relieve dryness.
Seeing that Chu Muchi ignored her, Jiang Mingzhi found a stool closer to the stove and started to roast a fire.
After she had drunk three cups of tea, the man sitting at the table finally moved.
"Grinding ink."
The tone of command.
Jiang Mingzhi pointed at herself and looked inside the room again. Apart from her, there was only the little maid who looked like she would fall down with a gust of wind. The little maid didn't move. It seemed that someone was calling her?
“I don’t know how to grind ink.”
Jiang Mingzhi was too lazy to deal with Chu Muchi and just gave up.
Chu Muchi was not angry, but just looked at Jiang Mingzhi. The coldness in his eyes forced Jiang Mingzhi to suppress his laziness, and he had to step forward reluctantly.
"Your Excellency, please wait a moment."
He rolled up his sleeves slowly and began to grind the ink.
I didn’t realize it at first, but Chu Muchi was really cold. Could it be that this guy was different from ordinary people? He was wearing a black brocade robe with fur edges, but he didn’t feel cold at all!
After grinding the ink twice, Jiang Mingzhi couldn't help but sneeze twice.
"cold?"
Chu Muchi raised his eyebrows and looked at Jiang Mingzhi, who was only wearing a lilac jacket and whose nose was red from the cold.
"If your subject says I'm not cold, will Your Majesty believe me?"
Jiang Mingzhi's teeth chattered and he blinked his eyes. He looked harmless, but there was a fire in his eyes.
"It looks like it's really not cold." Chu Muchi nodded thoughtfully, "Then grind some more ink. I still have to review memorials for two hours today."
He is not an emperor, but he is more pretentious than the emperor. Jiang Mingzhi couldn't help but secretly complain and cursed Chu Muchi in his heart.
"Your Highness, I wonder what offense I have committed that has earned you the right to bring me here for a lecture?"
Jiang Mingzhi was fed up. She wanted to ask Chu Muchi what he wanted to do. After spending half a day dealing with him, it was time for him to tell her!
"You can't stand it anymore?"
Chu Muchi looked at Jiang Mingzhi with a look of "as expected" on his face and a smile on his face.
When she came today, she acted like the king is the king and the minister is the minister, and they don't interfere with each other's business. He thought that this girl had changed her nature, but it seemed that she still couldn't resist teasing.
"Your Highness, I have some questions about my marriage. I hope Your Highness can help me understand them."
She knew that if she didn't ask clearly today, her marriage with the scholar would probably not be possible.
"You're so anxious to get married. If that's the case, it doesn't matter who you marry. Is there anything about me that's inferior to others?"
Jiang Mingzhi choked. She hadn't expected Chu Muchi to say this. Her face flushed for a moment, but she didn't want to show her weakness in front of Chu Muchi. She suppressed her emotions and pretended to be calm: "Your Highness, what do you mean by this? How can I know what you mean? I just want to live an honest life."
"oh?"
Chu Muchi looked at the little girl who was only as tall as his chest with a serious look, smiled playfully, and stepped forward with a deliberately hoarse voice: "Then you try it... and you will know, right?"
"Your Majesty!"
Jiang Mingzhi was like a cat with its fur standing on end, and was forced to retreat step by step by Chu Muchi until he reached the corner of the wall.
"Your Highness, why bother teasing me? If Your Highness is so kind as to honor me, I'd like to invite you to have a drink at my wedding."
Jiang Mingzhi turned her face away, but the faint cold pine scent on Chu Muchi's body permeated every pore, and her breathing couldn't help but become a little rapid.
Chu Muchi's eyes dimmed when she heard this. Did she really want to marry that poor scholar?
He took a step closer, almost touching the girl in front of him. Jiang Mingzhi simply closed his eyes and pretended to be dead.
"You've positioned yourself well, but you don't realize that you've never had the final say in your marriage."
"What do you mean?" Jiang Mingzhi suddenly opened her eyes, and looked at Chu Muchi with her big eyes. She knew that Chu Muchi would never do something without a purpose, but in the past she had all kinds of constraints and difficulties, and she could not do what she wanted in her marriage.
But now, Madam Jiang, the only person in charge of the Jinyi Marquis's Mansion, is about to leave Beijing and will no longer be in charge of anything. The threat from Concubine Shu has also been lifted. Why can't she arrange her marriage according to her own wishes?
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