Jiang Yao's calves ached so much with every step he took that it was heart-wrenching. He had only walked for a short while when his body was already soaked.
She kept her head down, mainly because she was afraid of falling. When she saw the wheelchair next to her out of the corner of her eye, her heart started beating rapidly again.
Jiang Yao paused, turned around and smiled foolishly: "Haha, Master Su, you're here too."
—Huh? Why isn't Langqi here?
"Push me."
The man only said two words.
Jiang Yao was about to cry.
——I have trouble walking by myself, and you still want me to push you. Is this inhumane?
But she only dared to resist in her heart. No matter how sore her legs were, her duty was to take care of Su Qianji. This was her job and she could not refuse.
"It's Mr. Su, I'm going to push you right now."
——Even without Langqi, he would have pushed himself here. No, that’s not right. Could it be that Su Qianji deliberately let Langqi leave, and then caught up with me and asked me to push him?
When he thought of this, Jiang Yao wanted to punch the man with the long, neatly combed hair.
——Sukushi Chisai, you are a pervert.
When Su Qianji heard this curse, the spiritual energy in his hand almost deviated.
He concentrated his mind, his hands hanging on the side of the wheelchair, and his fingers slowly output spiritual energy towards the legs behind him.
Jiang Yao was still cursing Su Qianji's perversion in his mind. He walked and cursed, his attention was distracted, and his pace became faster and faster.
When she arrived at Feiyan Palace, she was surprised to find that her legs were no longer sore.
——It’s a miracle, my legs are no longer sore.
Su Qianji withdrew his hand, with a hint of smile in his eyes: "Push me to eat."
"Okay, Mr. Su."
After lunch, Jiang Yao didn't get the chance to leave. Lang Qi didn't know where he had gone. She was afraid that she would have to serve him all day.
At this moment, she pushed Su Qianji into the pavilion by the lake, and she waited quietly by the side watching Su Qianji write.
The look of a man writing seriously is really beautiful and pleasing to the eye.
Jiang Yao was a little dazed as he looked at it, his mind was blank. He just felt that the scene in front of him was very beautiful, and there was nothing else in his mind.
This made Su Qianji calm down a lot, but the silence did not last long.
What is Suqianji writing? Doesn't he have to go to work? He just wanders around the house every day, embarrassing the Saint, and then embarrassing me. That's it.
Is it possible that his job is so remarkable that Zhao Huang indulges him so much?
——What exactly makes his existence so crucial?
——Actually, I am well educated. If I could do Suku Chiji's work, would my status be as high as his?
——Who knows who will be in charge of whom by then.
Thinking of this, Jiang Yao already had an image of commanding Su Qianji in his mind.
Su Qianji's pen remained in the air for a long time without falling. He was staring at the paper, but his mind was on someone.
He will never give this little woman a chance to turn things around in her life. It's so infuriating.
Glancing sideways, the girl's face was still filled with a smug smile, her fox eyes narrowed into a slit, her shining pupils with a hint of brilliance, yet she was so cute.
"Jiang Yao."
Jiang Yao jumped up from his stool when he was suddenly called out. He stared blankly at Su Qianji: "Master Su, what's the matter?"
— He probably didn't notice my distraction just now, right? He's not busy, so he can't catch me if I'm distracted, right?
Su Qianji's face was stern, and his voice was clear: "Don't you have anything to do?"
Jiang Yao shook his head first, then nodded: "Master Su, I have something to do, would you let me do it?"
"Um."
After getting permission, she sat down opposite Su Qianji and looked eagerly at the spare writing brush, ink, paper and inkstone beside her: "Master Su, can I borrow your four treasures of the study?"
Because she had promised Zhao Huang that she had to write down the preparations and hand them over to Eunuch Yuan, she only remembered it when she saw Su Qianji writing.
"Use it."
After saying this, Su Qianji started writing again.
As long as Jiang Yao calms down, he can focus on doing his own thing.
He thought that giving Jiang Yao pen, ink, paper and inkstone would bring him peace, but he was wrong.
——How do you write the word “needle”?
Jiang Yao pondered over it. The ancient characters were all traditional Chinese characters. She could recognize them when she looked at them, but it was really difficult for her to write them.
Su Qianji looked up and saw the girl holding the pen thinking too hard about the words, and a drop of ink fell onto the white paper in front of her.
The man's handsome sword-like eyebrows were instantly twisted together.
"Jiang Yao."
This low and restrained voice set off alarm bells in Jiang Yao's mind.
"Master Su, I'm here. What can I do for you?"
Following Su Qianji's gaze, Jiang Yao saw the drop of ink.
"I'm sorry, I'll clean it up right away."
Jiang Yao quickly folded the ink-stained paper and stuffed it into his arms.
"I'm sorry, Master Su. I will pay attention."
Su Qianji gave up writing the imperial letter, put down her pen, stared at her paper and asked, "What characters can't you write?"
Jiang Yao had a silly smile on his face: "Haha, Master Su, you are so amazing. You can tell at a glance that I can't write."
"What word?"
Su Qianji asked again, his hand already picking up another pen and a clean piece of paper and placing them in front of him.
"Needle."
Jiang Yao stretched her neck to look, and the man quickly wrote it and handed it to her.
There is only one character written in a flamboyant style on the white characters. The handwriting is clear, free and easy, clean and neat, just like Su Qianji, extremely noble.
Jiang Yao carefully took the paper and put it down, not daring to make even a wrinkle.
Because the man in front of me has severe obsessive-compulsive disorder.
"Mr. Su, your handwriting is really beautiful."
——This is not flattery, it is really beautiful.
Su Qianji ignored her and lowered his head to organize the white papers on his desk.
——I was wondering why Zhao Ce fell in love with Su Qianji. Now it seems that Su Qianji is talented.
The expression of a man who was sorting white papers suddenly changed.
"Jiang Yao."
"Um?"
Jiang Yao looked up, her pretty face was filled with confusion, and her big, bright fox eyes stared straight at him.
The anger in Su Qianji's heart softened.
"nothing."
Su Qianji was a little depressed. He had asked himself countless times how he could make Jiang Yao completely dispel his speculations about him and Zhao Ce.
Jiang Yao blinked, very confused, but Su Qianji was something she had never understood, so she simply ignored it.
Knowing how to write with a needle, she looked confident, holding the pen like Su Qianji, and then wrote very confidently.
The first stroke is crooked, like a caterpillar.
Only then did Jiang Yao realize the seriousness of the problem.
——Oh no, I don’t know how to use a brush. How can I write with such a soft brush?
The first stroke failed, so she wrote another one, but it was still crooked.
I just don't care and write it down first.
When Su Qianji shouted "It's over" in her heart, she had already looked up.
Every stroke of her pen was unbearable for him, and every direction she took was beyond his expectations.
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