Nan Qing has read all the important memorials, and the rest are some nonsense memorials and greeting memorials.
Nan Qing was too lazy to look.
She pushed the memorial forward: "Ziqing, you take care of these."
Ziqing was slightly shocked: "I don't dare."
"You can see what I want you to see, why don't you dare? How can you do bigger things for me in the future with such courage?" Her voice was low, as if she was a little angry.
Ziqing gritted his teeth when he heard this: "Yes."
Nan Qing moved a little further: "Looking at it from this point, you can't even put your hands on the side of the table."
Ziqing had never been the master of the study. He had always knelt on the side and served the pen and ink.
Ziqing knew that she didn't like coy people, but liked a chess piece that was courageous and courageous. Ziqing sat next to her, picked up a pen and read the memorial seriously.
She now trusted him and allowed him to read these memorials. Ziqing was secretly happy, this was an improvement.
As long as she trusts him more, it will be easier for him to take her life.
But after flipping through several memorials, a hint of disappointment flashed across Ziqing's expression.
These are all useless memorials.
As expected, Nan Linhuang's complete trust was not so easy to gain.
Nan Qing looked at him with her chin propped up. The breeze coming from the window blew her loose black hair and swayed gently on the platform.
A strand of hair blew into his pen, and he almost made her hair dirty when he started writing.
Nan Qing stretched out her hand to pull her hair back. She simply reached out and pulled out the hairpin from Ziqing and quickly tied her hair up.
Ziqing felt his head loosen, and he became distracted. He was stunned and looked at the hairpin on Nan Qing's head without knowing why.
"Your Highness..."
"I'll lend it to you, don't be so stingy."
"This hairpin belongs to His Highness, and everything in the house belongs to His Highness."
"But I rewarded it to you last night. It belongs to you. Now I want to borrow it from you. Are you willing to give it to me?" she said with a smile.
Ziqing looked at the hairpin stuck in her head. She snatched it away like a robber and asked him if he wanted to do anything.
"Of course I am willing," Ziqing said obediently. He stretched out his hands to tuck his hair, and then continued to look down at the memorial.
"Ziqing, has anyone ever said you have a beautiful face?"
The tip of the pen accidentally drew a little too much.
He held his pen steady: "No."
"How could it not be so? Everyone in Chang'an City knows that I have a beautiful maid next to me. She is even more stunning and alluring than the top star of the Fireworks Tower. I am fascinated by it. People come and go in the courtyard, but this beautiful maid is always there.
By your side." Nan Qing said all the words of the storyteller in the teahouse.
Ziqing didn't know what she meant, so he pretended to be frightened and said, "Those are all lies."
"It's not a lie. Although I am not as fascinated by you as the rumors say, but today I took a closer look and you are indeed very beautiful. You are not only suitable for being a knife, but also suitable for being a flower for others to admire."
flower."
As she spoke, she reached out and held his chin, looking at his face carefully.
Both her words and actions were full of frivolity, teasing and humiliation.
Ziqing felt humiliated. He suppressed his anger and allowed her to reward him without any other expression on his face.
"If you look carefully, she is indeed prettier than the actor who came last month." This sentence lost her frivolous attitude and was instead a serious comment.
Ziqing was stunned.
The next second she leaned close to his ear: "Zi Qing, if you can get my way in everything and promise to be loyal to me wholeheartedly throughout your life, I can take you as my concubine."
A smile appeared on her pretty face, but the smile did not reach her eyes.
Zi Qing suddenly woke up and finally knew why she said these words.
She wants to marry him and make him loyal to her for the rest of his life.
Ziqing felt disgusted. No one he could marry would marry her.
Zi Qing's chin was pinched and he couldn't lower his head. He lowered his phoenix eyes and said, "Master does not need to praise his subordinates. The subordinates will be loyal to the master for the rest of their lives."