The messenger did not leave but stood aside to observe Nan Qing's expression.
At the moment when the letter was about to be unfolded, Nan Qing stopped his hand and raised his dark eyes lightly: "The letter has been delivered, you can leave."
The person who delivered the letter was frightened and left quickly.
Ziqing was curious to see what was written in the letter, but she had no intention of opening it.
Nan Qing went straight into the house with the letter in hand.
Ziqing quickly followed.
We walked all the way back to the room, and it was indeed much warmer when we got back. In the winter, the room was lit with silver charcoal for twelve hours.
Nan Qing walked to the charcoal stove and threw the letter in. The red-hot charcoal immediately caught fire when it touched the letter paper, and the letter was burned in an instant.
Ziqing was surprised: "Master, why did you burn it before you even looked at it?"
"Most of the things Nan Lintai gave me are not good things, so it's okay not to look at them."
"But the person who sent the letter said that this thing is related to the safety of His Highness."
"I don't think my safety is determined by a piece of letter paper. I always have an intuition that the things on the letter paper will dampen my interest and make me too lazy to read."
The open flame in the charcoal basin was extinguished, and the letter paper had been burned to ashes.
A hint of disappointment flashed in Ziqing's eyes. He was very curious about the contents, but unfortunately he didn't see it.
Nan Qing took off his cloak and said, "Let them bring the morning to the house. It's too cold outside. How about we eat in the house."
She would even ask him about such trivial matters, and Ziqing was no longer shocked by her actions.
"Eat in the house."
The weather is getting colder and colder, and it seems like it will snow.
Nan Qing was also lazy and did not go to the morning court for many days in a row. He did not care about the situation outside and closed the door every day to have fun with his beauty in the house.
Ziqing woke up with soreness all over his body. He couldn't sit up at all. He looked to the side, but there was no one there.
she went out?
Ziqing lay awake for a while, then turned his head and saw something seemed to be under the pillow.
It's a book. Why did Nan Linhuang put the book under his pillow?
Ziqing was about to pack the books, but he got up with difficulty and took the books out from under his pillow.
"Where should I put this book?" Ziqing muttered, and suddenly he glanced at the words on the book, and he instantly blushed.
The next second the book was thrown to the ground by him, he took a few steps back and fell onto the bed.
His ears were so red that they were about to bleed, so he grabbed the quilt and calmed himself down.
No wonder there are so many tricks that you can learn and use now?!
What else was on her mind besides this? Did she know that disaster was about to happen?!
Ziqing was ashamed and angry, and even felt like he hated iron.
There were footsteps outside the house, the door was pushed open, and Nan Qing, who had just soaked in the hot spring, came back. As soon as he entered the house, he saw the secretary lying on the ground.
Nan Qing stopped in embarrassment and looked at the angry beauty sitting on the bed.
"Ziqing, please listen to me explain, this room..."
"Your Highness, there is no need to explain to me, as long as Your Highness likes it." Ziqing bit his lip lightly.
Nan Qing smiled: "Of course I like it tight, but I don't know if you like it or not."
She insisted on forcing him to say the word "like" to embarrass him.
There was a good atmosphere in the room, but the good atmosphere was suddenly broken.
I only heard the sound of chaotic footsteps outside, followed by the sound of the housekeeper stopping someone.
"You can't go in. This is the courtyard where Her Royal Highness the Princess lives. Be brave! Get out!"
