Ling Youyao's face looked a little ugly. She was not bad at all, but she was still far from good at writing.

Fu Mingjue handed her the pen: "You write it."

Not a question, but a command.

Ling Youyao tried to struggle: "Your Majesty, you are so busy, so I won't write it, right?"

"You don't have to feel pressure. Master Huai'an is a master of calligraphy, and you are naturally incomparable with him." Fu Mingjue said with relief.

Ling Youyao felt bitter: How could she have the face to compare with others?

Fu Mingjue stood up and gave up his seat to her, as if she had to write about it today.

Ling Youyao took the pen tremblingly and used all her strength to write the word "couple".

"Your Majesty, it's finished."

At first glance, they looked crooked and like a dog crawling. The two soils separated and flew into the sky. Due to lack of strength, they looked like they were about to fly away.

The couple doesn't look like a couple, but like a couple who seem to be in harmony but are inseparable from each other.

Fu Mingjue frowned, with a look of disgust on his face: "It's so ugly."

Ling Youyao pouted: "I know what I wrote is ugly."

She just took her sister's copybook from the Ling family and imitated it, but before she could even master it, Fu Mingjue saw through the fact that her handwriting was ugly.

Fu Mingjue didn't know what to think, so he removed the ugly calligraphy and laid out a new piece of rice paper.

"I will teach you."

His voice was cold, his broad and warm palm wrapped around Ling Youyao's hand, and he dropped the pen.

Ling Youyao was completely trapped in Fu Mingjue's arms, and she could even clearly feel Fu Mingjue's steady breathing.

A blush crept up on her face as she watched Fu Mingjue hold her hand and write the word "beloved" one stroke at a time on the snow-white paper.

I have to say, this is much better than what she wrote.

Couples are made in heaven, and a hundred years of playing piano and harp.

"Are you ready?" Fu Mingjue asked.

Ling Youyao was stunned for a moment, then shook her head: "I'm not a genius, how can I learn it in one go?"

"You are sincere." Fu Mingjue patiently taught her again.

Ling Youyao also struggled at the beginning and then gradually became devoted.

It wasn't until it was getting late that the housekeeper sent someone to invite them to have a meal. Fu Mingjue let go of Ling Youyao and said, "Let's go have dinner first. The word Chou can't be changed in a day or two."

Ling Youyao rubbed her sore wrist and forced a smile: "Indeed."

Good calligraphy is really enviable, but practicing calligraphy is also painful.

Fu Mingjue glanced at her calmly and silently put away the "Best Couple" card she wrote on for the first time, and then the two of them went to the flower hall together.

Fu Mingjue's taste is light, while Ling Youyao likes spicy food, but she's not picky about food either, so she makes do with it.

After eating, Ling Youyao was thinking about an excuse to go back, when Jiang Liu came.

Jiang Liu looked solemn, as if something had happened.

Ling Youyao left wisely. She didn't want to get involved in these things. The more she knew, the faster she would die.

She didn't understand the twists and turns in the court. Just dealing with Fu Mingjue was already very difficult. At the same time, she had to worry about her own life and at the same time, she had to please Fu Mingjue.

Life is so difficult!

After returning to Lanhui Courtyard, Ling Youyao could finally lie down and sleep peacefully.

In the middle of the night, when she was drifting off to sleep, she heard a woman's cry. The sound was pitiful, intermittent, sometimes sharp and sometimes sad.

Ling Youyao closed her eyes tightly, feeling hot and stuffy, but the crying sound seemed real and fake. She was timid and did not dare to lift the quilt, so she fell asleep again.

When she woke up, her body was sticky and her hair on her temples was wet with sweat.

Yin Zhu opened the curtain and saw that her head was covered with sweat, so she asked: "It rained yesterday and the night was cool. Why did the princess sleep so sweaty?"

Ling Youyao tugged on her collar and remembered the crying she heard at night: "Yinzhu, did you hear anything last night?"

Yinzhu thought for a while and shook his head: "No. What did the princess hear?"

Ling Youyao felt weird, or maybe she was so sleepy that she couldn't even distinguish between dreams and reality.

"Maybe I heard it wrong."

Seeing this, Yinzhu asked no more questions and changed her into dry clothes.

After breakfast, Ling Youyao sat in front of the window and practiced calligraphy as usual.

After writing for a while, the more she wrote, the more ugly it became. She simply stopped practicing and asked Lu Bao to go out with her for a walk.

Ling Youyao was still thinking about the crying she heard in the middle of the night. After thinking about it, she still felt that the sound did indeed exist.

But Xia Cheng said before that there were no other women in the palace, but what was that crying about?

Could it be that Fu Mingjue was hiding his beauty in the golden house without telling everyone?

As soon as this idea came up, Ling Youyao herself felt ridiculous.

As someone who has read the book, how can I question whether the male protagonist is physically and mentally unclean?

But - the crying last night lasted vaguely for a long time, half illusory and half real. Ling Youyao couldn't tell whether it was a dream or reality.

The sky was overcast and the cicadas were chirping, making the already sultry day even more irritable.

Ling Youyao took the round fan and walked to the remote backyard instead of the front yard.

The farther back we walked, the deserted it became. We didn't even see a woman sweeping the house, just bamboos and cypresses that were higher than the other.

Lu Bao followed Ling Youyao, feeling a little worried: "Princess, there are no flowers in this place, and no one has even removed the weeds. Let's go back."

Ling Youyao was unmoved: "I'm not here to enjoy the flowers."

She came here to look for someone.

A quarter of an hour later, we finally reached the deepest part of the palace.

Ling Youyao looked at the long-abandoned courtyard in front of her: the walls were covered with moss, the courtyard door was tightly closed, the copper ring had long been rusty, and vines were wrapped around the stone lantern at the door. Everywhere she looked, everything revealed the desolation.

spirit.

This kind of place doesn't look like a golden house, let alone a place to hide a spoiled child.

It seems that she is overthinking.

Ling Youyao turned around and walked back.

"Princess, are we leaving now?" Lu Bao asked.

"This place has no flowers, so it's boring to stay here for too long."

Lvbao: "That's right."

The master and the servant left, and Jiang Liu told Fu Mingjue about the incident.

When Fu Mingjue heard this, he moved his hands: "She went in?"

"No, the princess just stood at the door for a while and then left." Jiang Liu answered truthfully.

Fu Mingjue lowered his head and continued to read the route newspapers: "Since there is no such thing, that's all. Be more careful in the future. I guess she heard the noise last night, so she went to see it."

"My subordinates were negligent." Jiang Liu paused and said, "Next time."

Before he finished speaking, Fu Mingjue interrupted him coldly: "If there is a next time, I will put you in a dog cage!"

Jiang Liu kept silent, he didn't want to live in a cage with a dog.

After a moment of silence, Fu Mingjue asked him: "Is there any result with Gu Boyan?"

Jiang Liu immediately reacted: "Not yet."

"What a waste!" Fu Mingjue snorted coldly, "It's been two days and we still can't find out."

Jiang Liu said: "Huang Xu wants to die, but Mr. Gu doesn't dare to be severely punished for fear that he will be tortured to death."

Fu Mingjue put down the information report, folded his wide sleeves and stood up: "Let's go to Dali Temple."
Chapter completed!