Chapter 405 The Princess from the Cold Palace Who Was Sent to the Throne (16)
The hot steam rising from the celadon teacup on the table gradually blurred Wen Xingzhi's vision.
His slender fingertips tapped unconsciously on the pear wood tabletop, making intermittent soft sounds. As Qingwu's neither humble nor arrogant responses poured out like pearls falling on a jade plate, Wen Xingzhi unconsciously straightened his back.
His hands were quietly clasped under the wide black sleeves, and a light sweat appeared on his palms.
His eyes were sharp as torches, and he wanted to use this method to see where Qingwu's bottom line was and what her limit was.
But Qingwu seemed to be born like a bottle that could never be filled, born to be unrestrained and without limits.
Wen Xingzhi couldn't help but think that if Qingwu had not been born into the royal family of Daning, she would most likely have become an extremely outstanding young lady with extraordinary talent.
There must be many people who are willing to serve her wholeheartedly, and even go through fire and water, just to win her favor.
In other words, bewildered.
Unconsciously, Wen Xingzhi revealed more and more information to Qingwu, and his eyes became deeper and deeper.
When he realized that he would secretly delight in Qingwu's brilliant insights, and when she occasionally got stuck, he would involuntarily break down those obscure allusions into the most understandable metaphors -
Wen Xingzhi's expression changed completely.
Qingwu didn't seem to notice the change in Wen's behavior. She was simply full of thirst for knowledge.
Even after just this short day of spending time together, she had already deeply realized what a formidable figure Wen Xingzhi was.
The saying "His wisdom is like a demon" is absolutely not an empty statement.
Wen Xingzhi's wisdom and ability are beyond the reach of ordinary people.
He had a clear grasp of the court situation, and no one could play tricks in front of him without being discovered.
Everything in the court was under his control, as if everything was in his grasp.
But if...
If such a person could be used by her, the situation would be different.
If one day, Wen Xingzhi really becomes the prime minister who is devoted to Da Ning——
Then the officials and court affairs of Daning will become clear and bright.
Qing Wu calmly approached Wen Xingzhi, who looked calm and natural, as if asking for advice.
The posture seemed to bring them closer invisibly.
As she moved, a faint fragrance wafted away, lingering around Wen Xingzhi's nose like a thread.
So as I was talking, I became distracted by what I was doing.
This has never happened before.
Wen Xingzhi has had a clear understanding of his goals since he was young, so he is calmer and more composed than anyone else.
Because once a person sets a goal early on, all he has to do is keep moving towards that goal.
However, at this moment...
Wen Xingzhi was involuntarily attracted by the piece of fair skin that Qingwu inadvertently revealed.
From Wen Xingzhi's perspective, he could look down and see the scenery under Qingwu's slightly open collar and jade neck.
Different from the feeling brought by Qingwu's slender jade fingers when they first met, the slenderness of this jade neck can evoke the most secret desire for control deep in people's hearts.
The tempted person can't help but want to reach out and touch and grasp the piece of white jade.
It seems that only in this way can the whole person be completely under one's control.
Wen Xingzhi calmed himself down a bit, and then hurriedly looked away, almost in embarrassment.
The half-open neckline is like a curtain blown aside by the evening breeze, vaguely revealing the hollow of the collarbone, just like a jade cup hidden in the snow...
Wen Xingzhi's Adam's apple rolled, and he suddenly recalled the white porcelain he had seen in Jiangnan. At that time, the craftsman told him that the porcelain blank had to go through 72 processes before it could be fired into such a warm and transparent color.
But now, the fair skin in front of him could stir his heart more than any piece of fine porcelain, causing his fingertips to tremble slightly, giving rise to the contradiction of wanting to touch but not daring to desecrate it.
"That's all for today's lessons." Wen Xingzhi's voice suddenly rang out, as if breaking some delicate balance.
He stood up suddenly, his movements somewhat hurriedly, and the jade pendant in his sleeve collided with the inkstone, making a crisp sound.
Wen Xingzhi quickly realized his own misstep and deliberately slowed down his tone, trying to hide the hoarseness in his voice. "Your Majesty is weak, and the dragon's health is paramount."
Out of the corner of my eye, I caught a glimpse of a strand of black hair scattered when Qingwu looked up, hanging down on her plain clothes, like an inky stream flowing across the snowy field, breathtakingly beautiful.
Qing Wu seemed to be still immersed in the book. She was about to nod in response, but the moment she looked up, her eyes met Wen Xingzhi's.
His eyes are extremely deep.
It seemed like in an instant, he had thought about many deep things.
Qing Wu couldn't help but panic, and then she lowered her head awkwardly as if she was burned by such an aggressive gaze.
Seeing this, Wen Xingzhi chuckled, and there seemed to be a hint of ridicule and mockery in his laughter.
He said teasingly and meaningfully, "Your Majesty, don't worry. Since I am your teacher, I will naturally fulfill my duties as a teacher."
"As for what Your Majesty is worried about..." Wen Xingzhi's words seemed to leave a hook intentionally. He lightly swirled his tongue and his eyes followed the delicate body, as if he had looked her over completely.
"As long as Your Majesty studies diligently, I believe the things you're worried about will never happen."
Changing the subject, Wen Xingzhi's smile became sincere.
"Just your majesty, remember to draw the curtains properly next time."
As soon as these words came out, Qingwu's cheeks instantly turned bright red like a ripe apple.
She lowered her head slightly, as if she was afraid to look Wen Xingzhi in the eye. Her shy look made people feel pity for her.
Wen Xingzhi admired the rosy-faced beauty's charming appearance for a while, and couldn't help but sigh inwardly that this little princess really had an extraordinary demeanor.
If she were to appear before the world as a woman, there would be countless officials and generals who would be willing to go through fire and water for her and become her slaves.
It’s a pity that Wen Xingzhi’s goal has never changed.
After all these years of hard work, he will not become a slave under a woman's skirt.
He wants to take control of his own life instead of being controlled by others.
When you become the monarch of this dynasty, you will naturally have beauties.
Thinking of this, Wen Xingzhi's determination became even stronger.
Moreover, a beauty like Qingwu is not suitable for handling such complicated government affairs.
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