Chapter 1691: On the copybook, it's not my handwriting
Chapter 1691???? The copybook is not my handwriting
The next day.
Ling Qingge and the tenth prince Gu Ziliang made an appointment to meet in the city to see the snow pavilion.
"Hey, I'll give it to you, and this is my exercise book. Please forgive me for my master and check my homework?"
Ling Qingge had a rabbit velvet collar around her neck, which made her smile look even more sunny.
She returned Gu Ziliang's copybook and handed it over to the copybook she practiced as she did.
Gu Ziliang sat opposite her, behind her was a pine forest covered with snow.
The pavilion is surrounded by half a piece of Dingshan Lake with frost and snow.
The cold wind blew, and the stove in the pavilion burned, which dispelled a little bit of coldness.
Gu Ziliang smiled gently: "You recognize me as your master now?"
Ling Qingge's crescent moon brows: "That's right, I'm very serious!"
"Is that true? Then I'll take a good look."
He lowered his blue eyes and looked at Ling Qingge's practice copybook.
After a moment, he smiled and looked up: "Sure enough, he wrote very well, and he couldn't tell that he was just learning Western languages."
Ling Qingge was immediately happier when he was encouraged by him.
She greeted Jinnu who bowed his head and said, "Hurry up, pour some hot tea, I must have a cup of Liangsheng."
Jinnu stepped forward to add tea.
Ling Qingge said with a smile: "But your handwriting is really different from yours. I didn't expect you to be as gentle as jade, but your writing is rough and bold."
Gu Ziliang picked up the teacup and smiled: "You misunderstood. The copybook is not my handwriting."
"It's some copybooks of famous Western Regions that I collected on weekdays."
Sudden!
With a crisp "bang", Jinnu knocked over the tea cover.
The hot water overflowed, almost scalding Ling Qingge's hand.
Ling Qingge was startled and quickly shrank.
Gu Ziliang frowned: "Is it okay?"
Jinnu knelt down in a hurry: "I didn't hold my hand firmly for a while, please give me a guilty conviction."
Ling Qingge patted the water droplets on her sleeve.
She waved her hand and said generously: "Forget it, I didn't get burned either. And you have frostbite on your hands. Maybe it's because of this that you can't hold the teapot."
Gu Ziliang lowered his eyes and looked at Jin Nu's fingers that were holding each other, and there was indeed a crack in frostbite.
He calmed down, his blue eyes calmed: "Let's do it, there are some scald creams in my carriage."
"Be safe, I'd better give Qingge some makeup. Jinnu, go get it. My servant is by the carriage. If you tell him, he will find it for you."
Jinnu seemed to be panicked, so he stood up and nodded: "Yes, I'll go now."
After seeing her leave, Gu Ziliang looked at Ling Qingge: "Have you ever lent the copybook I gave to you to someone else?"
Ling Qingge was stunned for a moment, shook his head and said, "No, I've been put in my room. I haven't gone out these days, so I've practiced writing in the room."
Seeing Gu Ziliang's expression was a bit profound and strange.
She couldn't help but leaned over and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong?"
Gu Ziliang opened the copybook and opened one of the pages for her to show.
I saw that Gu Ziliang pointed at the position, at the bottom of the footer, there was a faint trace of blood.
It was like it was accidentally rubbed on, not conspicuous, and the range was smaller than the little finger cover.
Ling Qingge widened her eyes, and she quickly took the book over and touched it carefully twice.
"When did I get on, why don't I know!"
Gu Ziliang asked, "You are not injured, are you?"
Ling Qingge shook his head repeatedly.
I saw a deep and faint look rippling in Gu Ziliang's blue eyes.
He looked sideways and looked at Jinnu taking medicine by the carriage in the distance.
He said slowly with a point of view: "It seems that the person with injuries on his hands stole the book for a moment when you were not paying attention."