The queen suddenly changed the topic, "Since the princes are here, why not write a poem to add some joy to the chrysanthemum appreciation party held by the queen!"

The three of them left the table and saluted, "My son, I obey!"

"I will treat you all equally, and you will be rewarded for your good work. So, whatever you like at the Chrysanthemum Appreciation Conference, I will accept it!"

"yes!"

When passing Su Yunran's table, Dongchenjin suddenly said in a low voice, "Yun'er, come over and help me grind."

Su Yunran was stunned when he was pushed out by Zhou Xiuyu, "Can't you hear the prince talking to you?"

She just felt baffled. There were so many palace maids and attendants, why did she have to let her go? But she had already been pushed out, and it was not appropriate to sit back again. She just had to bite the bullet and follow.

Zhou Xiuyu secretly glanced at Su Muxue, "Why don't you hurry up and help His Royal Highness grind it?"

Su Muxue understood immediately and was about to get up, but Dong Chenyao stopped her with a gesture, "No need, Miss Su doesn't need to worry about this little thing, just let someone else do it."

Su Muxue was still immersed in the prince's tender care just now, thinking that he felt sorry for her, but Zhou Xiuyu secretly bit her silver teeth into pieces. It seemed that the prince still had feelings for that idiot!

In a separate cubicle separated by a screen, apart from a few pots of chrysanthemums, there were only two people, Su Yunran and Dongchenjin.

Su Yunran's hands gently circled the inkstone. She really didn't understand why she had to pull her out when there was someone waiting for her. She felt that Xuan Wang Dongchenjin seemed to push her to the forefront every time. It was a coincidence or something.

Or is it deliberate?

"hiss!"

Su Yunran suddenly came to his senses with a low gasp, and saw the ink-stained brush falling onto the rice paper, leaving an ink mark.

Dong Chenjin frowned slightly and forced a smile, "It's okay, I just feel a little pain in my hand. I don't know what's wrong."

"Hand hurts?" Su Yunran took a step forward and pulled away his clenched hand to check. He saw that his hand was extremely beautiful, with slender fingers like jade and clear joints, but it did not look feminine, but because of the warmth of the palm.

And it's reassuring.

However, the originally flawless palm now had a few thin blood marks, which were deep and deep, obviously caused by exertion.

"Did the bowstring? Why didn't you say anything just now?" Su Yunran's tone was a bit displeased, thinking that just now she forced him to join her in rectifying the mausoleum king, but she didn't care about Dongchenjin's own condition.

In fact, she had always had a tentative heart, wanting to see if this sick prince was as useless as the rumors said.

But now that she saw what she had done to him, she suddenly felt a little guilty.

When he suddenly raised his eyes, he saw a face full of guilt, "Yes...I'm sorry..."

Inexplicably feeling unhappy because of his apology, "Why are you saying sorry? It's not your fault."

Dongchen Jin coughed twice, and his beautiful face suddenly looked even more frail. Anyone who saw such an exquisite and clear person would want to treasure it.

"Yun'er, you're so kind!" He said suddenly, his voice gentle and slightly hoarse.

Su Yunran's heart suddenly palpitated, and he looked away in a panic, and deliberately said in a strong voice, "You are still in the mood to say these things here. The poem will be written soon. Do you want to finish the poem?"

Dong Chenjin narrowed his eyes happily and smiled as brightly as the morning sun, "Write! Yun'er helps me write!"

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Chapter completed!