Shen Zhiyi drooped his brows, "Master, do you think I'm stupid again?"
"I was clumsy yesterday and hurt the master... It was my fault..." She held a scroll of scriptures, twisting a handkerchief, looking very helpless, "I didn't mean to kiss the master..."
Yan Zhuoxu's eyebrows twitched.
Her words were ambiguous, and anyone who heard them would think too much.
"That's not what I meant."
Yan Zhuoxu interrupted coldly, but his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.
Shen Zhiyi raised her eyes, her eyes sparkling, and met his gaze directly, "Then... Master, are you willing to forgive me?"
She said with some joy, "Last night, I copied the scriptures with all my heart."
"Master, would you like to take a look?"
She looks really obedient.
And full of expectations.
Even the most furious Bodhisattva would soften his heart towards her and would not bear to shatter the hope in her eyes.
"Come in."
Yan Zhuoxu stepped aside and let her enter the hall.
Shen Zhiyi smiled, walked into the hall, and placed the scripture in his hand on the table.
Yan Zhuoxu stood behind her, blocking all the sunlight and covering her entirely in the shadow of his monk robe.
His eyes dimmed for a moment, and his thumbs twirled the Buddhist beads.
"Who did you learn your handwriting from?" He glanced over and saw the dragon-like handwriting on the scriptures.
Shen Zhiyi turned to look at him, raising the corners of his lips slightly.
"I used to go to the Imperial College with my eldest sister. I found a scroll in the library there and practiced by imitating the handwriting on it."
Imperial College, library.
Yan Zhuoxu's eyes turned cold.
If he remembered correctly, Shufeng had said before that Ye Jinghong was quite favored by the emperor because he had read countless papers and was busy in the library day and night.
Could it be...
Is it because of this that they have a connection?
The more Yan Zhuoxu thought about it, the colder his expression became.
"Really?" He sat down at the table. "What kind of book do you like so much that you can't put it down and even imitate the handwriting?"
Could it be that the guy named Ye likes to watch it?
Shen Zhiyi also sat down with him, his eyes shining as he said, “It’s a scroll of handwritten scriptures.”
"Hmm..." She held her chin up and recalled, "It seems to be the 'Sutra of Forty Chapters', signed by Yan Yu."
Yan Zhuoxu was stunned.
Yan...
That's his courtesy name.
The "Sutra in Forty Chapters" was a scroll of scriptures he copied by hand before leaving the palace!
Unexpectedly, it was put in the library.
return……
His gaze fell on Shen Zhiyi's face, and his heart suddenly began to beat, and even his palms became dry and hot.
He changed hands and transferred the Buddhist beads to the other palm.
Pursing her lips, she suppressed the fleeting smile in her eyes and whispered, "You're quite clever. After copying a few times, you've mastered the brushwork and momentum."
It turns out that the handwriting is so familiar because I learned his style.
She likes his handwriting.
When Yan Zhuoxu thought of this, the quiet lake in his heart couldn't help but ripple.
Shen Zhiyi looked at him with curved eyes.
"Master just called me stupid."
Yan Zhuoxu raised his eyebrows, "You are being too self-deprecating. When did I ever say that?"
Shen Zhiyi happily moved closer to him.
"So, Master, you think I'm smart?"
The joyful smile is brighter and more charming than the most prosperous spring under the sun.
Yan Zhuoxu's eyes moved slightly.
His voice softened unconsciously, "Yeah."
"He has a high level of understanding."
The corners of Shen Zhiyi’s lips rose.
"Although the Master praises me, there are still many things I don't understand." She looked at him with confusion in her eyes. "For example, what the Sutra of Forty Chapters says: 'From desire comes sorrow, and from sorrow comes fear.' I don't quite understand that."
"Without love, will there really be no more worries?"
The smile in Yan Zhuoxu's eyes faded.
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