Chapter 135: Sneaking into the Study
When the people tied to the rack heard this, they immediately looked relieved, thinking that they had been lucky enough to save their lives.
Unexpectedly, the man sitting on the chair said the next sentence lightly.
"If you can't peel it, then... chop it up and make flower paste."
Upon hearing this, the people tied to the racks and the jailer holding the torture instruments were all shocked.
It only took half a year for the little prince to gain a foothold in the Mobei royal court. Wasn't it because he relied on the same brutality as the Mobei king?
The King of Mobei always said that the little prince was most like him, being ruthless and decisive.
In a society where the strong prey on the weak, only ruthless people can be feared.
Inside the cell, the wailing grew louder and louder, until it finally disappeared into the silent night.
*
At the same time, Wen Wan had a nightmare.
In the dream, she was in a pitch-black environment. It seemed that there was more than one person around her, and the air was filled with a strong smell of blood.
Someone kept telling her to eat it, eat it...
It was just past midnight when Wen Wan woke up.
She turned her head and looked out the window, but her heart was still unsettled for a long time.
The feeling in the dream was so real, so real that it seemed to have really happened. She could even recall the taste of chewing numbly.
A disgusting, nauseating smell.
Wen Wan shuddered all over, shook her head vigorously, and forced herself not to think about everything in the dream.
Unable to sleep, she simply gave up.
Wen Wan walked out of the room to get some fresh air and saw that the light was on in Wen En's study not far away.
Just as she was about to go over and take a look, two guards came out from the shadows and blocked her way.
"Is the little prince in the study?" Wen Wan asked in a calm voice.
The guard hesitated, "Yes."
Wen Wan's eyes flashed with cunning, "It's already this late, why don't you rest? What if you get yourself hurt? I have to go in and give him some advice."
As she spoke, she walked forward.
The guard's knife was still in front of her, and he showed no intention of retreating.
"No one can enter without your Highness's order."
Wen Wan curled her lips, "Then why don't you go and inform him? Go and ask His Highness if he can let me in."
Upon hearing this, the guards looked at each other, and one of them turned and went into the study.
After a while, Wen En came out of the study, holding a large banner in his hand.
He draped the large banner over Wen Wan's shoulders and said, "It's a cold night. Why did you come out? Can't you sleep?"
Wen Wan glanced past him in the direction of the study and said, "Yeah. I had a nightmare. In the dream, there seemed to be someone who kept feeding me strange things."
When Wen En heard this, his fingertips trembled unconsciously, and obscure emotions were hidden in his deep eyes.
He coughed dryly, seeming to be feeling a little uncomfortable, and comforted her weakly, "It's just a dream, don't think too much about it."
"Yeah." Wen Wan asked again: "What about you? It's so late, why haven't you slept yet?"
Wen En said calmly, "Help my father deal with some things."
"Oh." She responded sullenly, and looked eagerly towards the study. "Can you do me a favor?"
Winn: "Okay."
Hearing this, Wen Wan smiled, "I didn't even say what to do, and you agreed?"
Winn replied matter-of-factly, "If it were you, any request would be acceptable."
"..." Wen Wan's smile deepened, and she patted his shoulder, "Your Highness, you are so good at talking. Is your Bai Yueguang blind? She is not with you."
Winn's eyes darkened, "Maybe."
Seeing him disappointed, Wen Wan regretted her outspokenness and changed the subject.
"Can I borrow your study to paint a picture?"
Wen En was stunned, then frowned slightly.
Wen Wan said pitifully, "I'll just draw a portrait of my brother. I'm afraid that over time, I won't be able to remember what he looks like. Your Highness, your eyes are very similar to my brother's. The more times I see you, the vaguer my impression of him becomes, so I want..."
"Okay." Winn took her wrist and led her into the study.
He walked briskly, with a hint of joy in his eyes.
Wen Wan looked puzzled until he pushed her into a chair and she came to her senses.
On the desk, there were some documents that he hadn't finished reading, such as some account books.
Wen Wan noticed that one of the account books had the signature of the queen's cousin.
"The desk is a little messy, wait a minute, I'll clean it up."
In front of her, he casually put the account books into a box and placed the box on the bookshelf beside him.
After cleaning up, he returned and sat across from her, smiling and saying, "Draw."
"Uh, okay."
Why does it feel like he is more active than her?
Wenwan picked up the pen hesitantly and began to outline the character.
Once in an archaeological studio, she followed her master to carefully study many ancient paintings. In order to experience the artistic conception of the paintings, she also copied many of them. So although her handwriting is not good, her painting is still acceptable.
*
The sky gradually brightened and the morning light suddenly rose outside the window.
Wen Wan put down her pen and curled her lips. "I'm tired. Let me take a break first. I'll continue painting when I feel like painting again."
On the drawing paper, the smiling boy's face is vaguely revealed, and Winn's figure can already be seen. If it is completed, it will definitely be lifelike.
Winn glanced at the unfinished painting and said regretfully, "Okay."
Wen Wan stretched, stood up and stretched her wrists.
"By the way, if I want to continue painting while you're gone, can I come here?"
Winn nodded immediately, "Sure. You can come anytime you want to draw."
The goal was achieved, and Wenwan smiled with satisfaction.
*
I don’t know if it was God helping her or just a coincidence.
The next morning, Winn was called away by the king again.
As soon as he left, Wen Wan went to his study.
The two guards must have gotten the little prince's approval this time, so they didn't stop her.
Wen Wan was finally able to enter the little prince's study smoothly.
She clearly remembered that the little prince had placed the box on the bookshelf, but now the shelf was empty, with no trace of the box at all.
Wen Wan frowned and began to search through the drawers and boxes.
I searched around but couldn't find the box containing the account book.
There were footsteps outside the door.
Wen Wan was startled and quickly sat back at the table, pretending to continue painting.
Soon, the study door was pushed open and the guard who guarded the study came in.
He held an exquisite brocade box in his hand and explained to Wen Wan, "This is the burn medicine sent by the palace physician. In the past, when His Highness was not around, we would put it in the study first."
"Oh." Wen Wan pointed in front of her, "Then put it here."
The guard put down the brocade box and was about to turn around and leave.
Wen Wan seemed to recall something, her eyes slightly agitated, and she asked anxiously, "Has the little prince ever been burned? How did he get hurt? When did he get hurt?"
The guards were confused by her agitation and thought she was concerned about the little prince's injury.
The guard was about to answer, but before he could open his mouth, a figure suddenly appeared behind him.
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