"Zhao Zhao, Zhao Zhao, please pay attention to me."

Liang Qingchen circled around her for half an hour, but she refused to even glance at him.

In the end, he didn't hesitate and directly took the brush from her hand, then turned her over and pressed her to the ground.

"How long are you going to make this noise? Huh?"

Jiang Muyu looked at the handsome face above him, and became annoyed. She started to yell, "Didn't you say you would cover for me? Is this how you did it? Not to mention the fine, now the whole capital knows that I'm jealous! In two days, Wu Lianxu and Xie Mio will marry into your family. You will have two more beauties to serve you. Aren't you happy? You will soon live a wonderful life with three wives and four concubines. Why are you still looking for me, your ex-wife? Go back to your..."

The more Liang Qingchen listened, the tighter his brows furrowed. Finally, he could no longer bear it and lowered his head to block her chattering mouth with his thin lips.

Jiang Muyu struggled for a while, but his hands and feet were tied up and he was not as strong as him, so he was defeated in the end.

In the end, my mouth was numb from his kisses before he finally let me go.

Jiang Muyu wiped the saliva on his lips and couldn't help cursing: "You use this trick again, can't you use something else?"

Liang Qingchen glanced at the tablets arranged not far away and said, "This is the ancestral hall. I'm afraid it's not very convenient."

"Ah!" Jiang Muyu glared at him: "Rogue!"

"Okay, don't be angry anymore." Liang Qingchen helped her up from the ground and coaxed her softly, "I've already explained to you that Rong An is three months pregnant, so it's obviously impossible for her to be Wei Jingkang's child. Not many people knew about that incident, so the Queen Mother specially arranged their marriage. If the Xuanping Marquis's Mansion knew that the new wife they married was actually a slut, I'm afraid the royal family would lose face."

"I know, but there are thousands of ways to make her have an abortion. Why do I have to take the blame?"

"There are two reasons. First, you have offended the Queen Mother. She is a fussy person and will not let you off easily."

Jiang Muyu was speechless. The old witch had a bad temper and held a grudge. There was no way to destroy her, so he could only find another way to dislike her.

She sighed, "What about the second point?"

"Second, Wu Lianxu is the emperor's man."

Jiang Muyu had not expected this, and was shocked and said, "So that's why the emperor forced her into the palace with such a vulgar reason?"

"Yes, he knows that I am the crown prince of Xuan Cang State, how could he not be on guard?"

She suddenly thought of the assassination at the gate of the palace. Her eyelids twitched and she asked suspiciously, "Could it be that... the assassination was also arranged by the emperor?"

"It seems you are not stupid." Liang Qingchen smiled with relief and touched her head: "The palace is a key place and has always been heavily guarded. Apart from the emperor, no one else would dare to set up such a trap at the palace gate."

Jiang Muyu frowned: "So, those rumors are also..."

"That's right. Even Wu Lianxu's trip to Jiangnan was at his instigation. Doctor Wu Yu only obeyed the emperor."

"But he is so brazen, isn't he afraid that you will know?"

"What is he afraid of? The entire Tiangan Kingdom belongs to him. Even if Wu Lianxu has the word "traitor" clearly engraved on his forehead, I can't do anything if he wants to get into the palace."

Jiang Muyu couldn't help but sigh: "I finally understand what it means to serve the emperor like a tiger. This dog emperor is really a piece of shit."

Liang Qingchen said with a click of the tongue: "If he hears what you said, I'm afraid you won't get any salary for the second half of the year."

She immediately closed her mouth and made a zippering motion.

Liang Qingchen was amused by her playful look. He stretched out his hand to pinch her face and said with a smile, "Zhao Zhao is so cute when she's jealous of me."

"I didn't!" Jiang Muyu retorted, "I just don't want those pretty girls to come over and bother me!"

"It's okay. Believe me, I'll be dealing with them all myself soon."

"Wait..." She pulled his sleeve and asked, "Do you mean to kill them all?"

Liang Qingchen looked at her: "You can't bear it?"

"Wu Lianxuan deserved to die, but Xie Mio was a poor person. She had no choice."

"Since you plead for her, I will let her live."

"Uh... yeah."

Jiang Muyu's gaze suddenly fixed on his picturesque eyebrows and eyes. Not knowing what she was thinking of, she slowly stretched out her hand and lightly stroked his brow bone with her fingertips, then to the corner of his eye, and then along the edge of his cheek to his delicate jawline, finally stopping at his chin.

She said, "You are so beautiful, just like the characters in the painting."

Liang Qingchen lowered his head slightly, letting her touch his face gently. He stared at her rippling eyes, his long and thick eyelashes trembled slightly, and his magnetic voice was a little tempting: "Do you like it?"

"I like it." She paused, then continued, "I like all the good-looking ones."

"Heh..." He chuckled, "It's a pity that you can't touch anyone else except me."

"Oh?" She leaned close to his chest, with a hint of provocation: "If one day, I fall in love with someone else and want to elope with him, what will you do?"

"Then I will definitely catch you back, lock you by my side, and never leave." His hands went around her back, hooked her waist and lifted her up, slowly approaching her lips, "But, I don't think you can still look down on others after you have me."

Jiang Muyu curled her lips: "Why are you so confident?"

"Maybe it's because I'm known as the most handsome man in Tianqian Country."

"What if I'm not judging by appearance?"

"If you can't even appreciate his appearance, I'm afraid you won't understand his inner self either."

"Uh..." Jiang Muyu felt a little frustrated. She was completely unable to refute such words that clearly stated that she was superficial.

She pushed him away and stepped out of his embrace. "Okay, I won't argue with you anymore. I still have ninety-nine volumes of scriptures to copy."

"It took you so long to copy and you only finished one volume?"

Jiang Muyu rolled her eyes in an indecent manner: "I don't know who is bothering me all the time. I can't concentrate on copying at all."

"Okay, blame me." Liang Qingchen walked to the opposite side of the desk and sat down. He took out a new piece of paper and spread it in front of him, saying, "I'll help you copy it."

Jiang Muyu picked up the brush that he had just thrown aside and glanced at him: "Don't you have anything else to do today?"

"It's nothing serious. We can deal with it later." He took a new brush, dipped it in ink, and went to look at the sutra she was writing.

He was stunned for a moment, and his eyes twitched. "Your word...it's hard to describe."

Jiang Muyu said unhappily, "I'm already trying my best. Calligraphy is already difficult enough, and your handwriting is so complicated."

"Don't you use brushes to write there?"

"I don't usually use it. I have a hard pen."

"How do you write with a hard pen?"

"There is a special way of writing, which is definitely different from writing with a brush." ​​She copied the scripture word by word.

Liang Qingchen didn't ask any more questions and just copied her handwriting.

It was a sunny day today. There was a small window next to them that was open. The tree outside the window had lost all its leaves, with only sparse branches casting crisscross shadows.

The cool breeze blew up a corner of the paper, staining the ink on the corner of her clothes. She held it down and continued writing, but she didn't know that her ink-stained hand left a clear mark when it touched her fair skin.

Liang Qingchen looked up by chance and suddenly saw that she had turned into a little cat, and he burst out laughing.

Jiang Muyu looked at him in confusion: "What are you laughing at?"

"Nothing... You're so cute, I can't help but laugh."

Thinking he was just praising himself, Jiang Muyu raised his chin and said, "She should be beautiful."

"Yes, yes, my Zhao Zhao is naturally the most beautiful." He looked at her across the table, with tiny stars in his eyes.

Let it go on like this; this is all he wants in life.