"Your Highness, Master Chu has arrived."
After waiting for a while, a man's low voice came from inside the room: "Let him in."
"Yes." The maid responded. She pushed open the door, walked back with her head down, and turned to look at Chu Yanyan.
He made a bowing gesture and said, "Mr. Chu, please come this way."
Chu Yanyan held the hand warmer, glanced into the house, and then walked in.
A squeak
Chu Yanyan turned her head to look at the closed door behind her, clutched the hand warmer, and walked towards where the man was.
The left side of Feng Qingwu's main house is the sleeping area, and the right side is the study.
The luminous pearls inlaid on the cylinder emitted dazzling light, and candles were burning.
The room was warm, even warmer than the hand warmer in his hand.
This made Chu Yanyan breathe a sigh of relief. It was still warm inside the house, but it was freezing outside.
Feng Qingwu sat on a chair, holding a book in his hand, and looked up at the young man standing not far away: "Didn't you say you would come to keep me company in reading? What are you standing there for? Why don't you come and grind the ink?"
"Yes." Chu Yanyan complained inwardly. Is this a study companion? There's no teacher. Feng Qingwu must be treating him like a servant. Humph.
Chu Yanyan walked to Feng Qingwu, put down the heater in his hand, rolled up his sleeves that were too long, picked up a grinding stone and started working.
It was very quiet outside, and even quieter inside the house, so quiet that the only sound was the silky sound of fine stones rubbing against the ink base.
Feng Qingwu was sitting and reading a book. When he was about to be immersed in it, the young man's voice rang out.
"alright."
Chu Yanyan put the inkstone aside and moved his sore fingers.
"Ink pen." Feng Qingwu put down the book in his hand and stretched out his free hand to Chu Yanyan.
Chu Yanyan picked up the ink pen and gave it to him.
Feng Qingwu took the ink brush, dipped it in the prepared ink, and took a piece of rice paper with his other hand and spread it on the table.
He stood up and lowered his head to write a few words on it.
Just after writing half a word, the ink dried up and obvious water stains appeared. He frowned, put the brush aside, and said sternly: "Do you know how to grind ink? Keep grinding."
Chu Yanyan had no choice but to continue grinding.
However, after several attempts, Feng Qingwu was still not satisfied.
Chu Yanyan lost his patience. He looked directly at Feng Qingwu and said word by word, "Am I here to be your study companion? Why are you asking me to do these things? Your Highness, there are so many servants in your house, isn't there anyone who knows how to do this?"
Feng Qingwu raised the corner of his mouth, picked up the tea that had been brewed on the side, took a sip, and continued to confuse right and wrong: "Isn't this part of a study companion's job? How dare you disobey me?"
Chu Yanyan clenched his fists, looking enlightened. He lowered his head and said in a grave tone, "It seems that things have been complicated since I was called into the mansion."
After he finished speaking, a hand came up to his waist.
A distraction.
Chu Yanyan was hugged by the man and placed on his lap.
"Hmm~"
Feng Qingwu used too much force, and Chu Yanyan bumped into the man's chest. Even though there was thick clothes between them, the collision was still inevitable.
Feng Qingwu listened to Chu Yanyan's muffled groan, clasped his fingers around the young man's waist, sniffed the young man's natural fragrance, and said casually in his ear, "Mr. Chu, you're not as foolish as I thought. Do you think you still have a chance of escaping?"
Sitting on Feng Qingwu's thighs again, her upper body inevitably pressed against the man's strong chest. Chu Yanyan gritted her teeth and said, "If you treat me like this, and something goes wrong with me, aren't you afraid that my father will impeach you? After all, you are just a prince now."
When these words were spoken, no matter who it was, they felt that Chu Yanyan spoke in a very arrogant tone.
What's more, Feng Qingwu's current identity was also mentioned.
Feng Qingwu smiled. He pinched Chu Yanyan's chin and made her look directly at him. His eyes were cold and cruel. "Oh, impeachment? With my current position as crown prince, can't I punish you?"
Feng Qingwu pinched Chu Yanyan's chin, causing it to turn red on its originally fair chin.
Chu Yanyan calmed down and looked at Feng Qingwu. If this person was not his target, he really wanted Feng Qingwu to taste the power of his fist.
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