“…”
Chu Yanyan pursed her lips and said nothing.
In the silence, Feng Qingwu gradually calmed down. He looked at the young man whose face turned red after being pinched by him, with a hint of stubbornness in his clear eyes.
interesting.
Feng Qingwu smiled, loosened his hand, and placed his palm on Chu Yanyan's shoulder, holding it easily: "Are you scared now?"
"A little." Chu Yanyan replied.
"Tsk. I didn't expect Mr. Chu to be so interesting. It really surprises me."
Feng Qingwu let go of her hand and pushed Chu Yanyan away.
Chu Yanyan's feet were already touching the ground, and when he pushed her away, she staggered forward and pressed her hands on the edge of the table.
Feng Qingwu crossed his legs and observed Chu Yanyan at ease: "No matter how noble your status is outside, now that you have come to the East Palace, you must abide by my rules. If you don't obey, the consequences may be the same as those of the previous person."
There was murderous intent in the tone of his voice.
To him, Chu Yanyan was just an ant that he could crush to death.
Chu Yanyan remained quiet.
In Feng Qingwu's opinion, this pampered young man was afraid.
He picked up the teacup and gestured to Chu Yanyan: "Continue to grind ink for me."
Chu Yanyan clenched her fingers, and finally couldn't loosen them anymore. Her clear fingers picked up the grinding stone and continued to grind it on the bottom of the inkstone.
On the surface, he looked calm and forbearing, but inwardly, Chu Yanyan began to curse Feng Qingwu and angrily complained to the system: "Xiao Qi, I want to put a sack on Feng Qingwu and drag him to a corner to beat him up. I don't want him to live like this. I'd rather he just die suddenly so that I don't get annoyed by him."
Even without Feng Qingwu, he could still grow a lot of carrots on his own. Why would he need a man? He just wanted his carrots.
Xiao Qi knew that Chu Yanyan was being bullied, so he comforted Chu Yanyan: "There's no need to rush now. Wait until you've tamed him, then you can punish him. He'll definitely do whatever you ask him to do."
Chu Yanyan's letter system was a ghost: "What if I can't subdue him?"
Tsk tsk tsk, how could it not be tamed?
Xiao Qi thought to himself, but on the surface he still said to Chu Yanyan, "If you can't subdue him, just beat him up according to your method."
After instigating him, it continued, "Of course, this only means he cannot be subdued. It's still uncertain now. Don't act rashly. There are many secret guards around you protecting him."
Chu Yanyan's mood was soothed, but after hearing the last sentence, he increased the strength of his hands grinding the ink and said to the system: "Humph, what are you afraid of? Didn't you give me magic power? If I have magic power, why should I be afraid of him?"
"Yes. You are not wrong. However, my little ancestor, the magic power I provide you is limited to contact with Feng Qingwu at night to detoxify him. In order to avoid being discovered, the effect of this magic power is weak and can only be achieved through slow contact over a long period of time."
"Forget it, let's wait a little longer." After Chu Yanyan said this, she took the initiative to cut off contact with it without waiting for Xiaoqi to say anything.
The magic power in his hands was given to Feng Qingwu only to detoxify him, so he really didn't feel good at all.
Thinking of this, he glanced at the man who was closing his eyes and about to fall asleep. He was very handsome and it was in line with his aesthetic taste.
Is he a superficial person?
But after staring at him for a while, he realized that Feng Qingwu was indeed good-looking, but he had a rather bad temper. He looked down at the ink he had ground and said in a harsh tone, "It's ready, try it."
Feng Qingwu opened his eyes, a little confused, but he quickly woke up. He looked at Chu Yanyan and suppressed the doubts in his heart. He didn't expect that he almost fell asleep next to a stranger.
However, Chu Yanyan is indeed slow in grinding ink, otherwise how could he fall asleep while waiting?
Under Chu Yanyan's gaze, Feng Qingwu picked up a new brush, dipped it in freshly ground ink, and changed to new rice paper to write.
Chu Yanyan stood aside, looking at Feng Qingwu's calligraphy. It looked bold and unrestrained, but there was a sharp edge in each stroke.
Who would have known that this prince had led troops to war when he was fifteen or sixteen years old, but the war was settled and now it is a peaceful and prosperous time.
The people were busy farming, the emperor was busy seeking immortality, and the princes and nobles were secretly vying for the position of crown prince, wishing to pull someone down so that they could have the possibility of being appointed as the heir.
Thinking of those brothers who were two-faced, Feng Qingwu lowered his eyes, clenched the brush in his hand, and felt disdain in his heart. They were just a mob and clowns.
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