With the medicine bottle in her hand, Xie Songhua really didn't know what to do with it, so she simply put it in her sleeve pocket. When she raised her eyes, the man opposite was still looking at her.
How did he remain so unmoved in the face of this kind of thing?
Don't you really feel a little embarrassed?
"It's getting late. I told them to prepare dinner when I came in just now."
When he said this, Xie Songhua realized that it was getting dark outside.
The brightness of the night pearl in the room also became obvious.
Then he discovered that even though Xiao Yu said this, he did not move.
What does this mean?
When she walked up to him, she saw him extending his hand towards her.
Xiao Yu waited for a while and saw that she was just looking at him blankly, so he simply took a step back and directly pulled her out.
Xie Songhua couldn't help but think of what happened last night when he pulled her to sleep.
After leaving the Dongkua Courtyard, the eyes of everyone coming and going on the banquet stage involuntarily fell on the two of them.
Ding Xiang and Bitao winked at each other.
Ever since they followed the girl into the palace, when had they ever seen the prince look like this?
Although there is still no expression on his face, the cold air between his eyebrows and eyes has completely disappeared.
Some are just peaceful.
Facing the gazes of so many people, Xie Songhua felt that his face was almost burning.
She tried to move her hands, but as expected, this man was like this, giving her no chance of breaking free.
When we walked into the dining room, dinner had already been served.
Still half spicy and half mild.
Xiao Yu pulled her to sit down, and the people below brought a basin for cleaning her hands, and then let go of her hand.
Looking at the dishes on the table, Xie Songhua's thoughts returned, "Why do the dishes today look so different from those on usual days?"
"I didn't realize that your observation was so keen." Xiao Yu said and gave her a piece of meat from the belly of the fish. "You said the food there was delicious at the place we went back to, so I might as well invite the cook over.
Already."
Xie Songhua just took a bite of the fish. When he heard what he said, he was surprised and the fish slid directly into his throat, choking on the spicy oil wrapped on it.
He suddenly choked and started coughing non-stop, his face turned red.
Xiao Yu was startled, "Is it stuck?"
Xie Songhua waved her hand and took the water from him. It took a while for her to calm down, but she inevitably looked a little tearful.
"Your Majesty..." She glanced at the dining table in front of her, "It's not necessary."
Why do I suddenly feel like I've been given the role of a spoiled wife?
Xie Songhua felt a little uncomfortable.
"This is nothing. Where can a cook make money but not make money? Here he is just serving the two of us. He is more relaxed."
"Haha..." Xie Songhua smiled softly, as long as you are happy.
Although she felt a little uncomfortable, as Xiao Yu said, the food cooked by this chef really suited her taste.
This dinner was a little more expensive than usual.
After the dinner was gone, Xie Songhua walked around the yard twice to eat as usual, and then went to the living room.
This is her habit, she always practices calligraphy for a while every night.
Today she even wanted to write a few words, but without her, she felt a little uneasy in her heart.
Who knew that Xiao Yu would also come in?
"Your Majesty!" She finally couldn't help it, "You..."
Seeing him looking at him seriously with raised eyebrows, Xie Songhua suddenly couldn't say the words when he reached his lips.
After a while, his tone softened, "I'm practicing calligraphy! I'm not used to having people around me."
She couldn't help but feel a little uneasy when she didn't hear his response after saying that.
People like him probably rarely hear such rejections, right?
Would it hurt his self-esteem if he said this?
However, before Xie Songhua could finish her reflection, she looked up and saw that Xiao Yu had sat down opposite her desk and picked up a book very naturally in his hand.
"Your Majesty?"
Xiao Yu didn't even raise his head, and still said in a calm tone, "You write yours, I usually don't make a sound when I'm reading."
this……
Seeing the look on his face as if he was already immersed in it, Xie Songhua failed to speak out for the second time.
What's more, the reason for chasing people away is really a bit blunt. It's not like Xiao Yu didn't bump into her before when she was practicing calligraphy, and she never said anything about being disturbed.
There was a person sitting opposite me. I originally thought that she would be restless and her writing would be unsteady.
It turned out that after such a long period of habit, the body has already developed an automatic adjustment mechanism.
At this point, after laying out the declaration and picking up the pen, everything seemed to fall into place.
She was already completely familiar with Zhao Mengfu's words, and there was no need to take them out. Now she just repeated them again and again, and then carefully compared the other person's strokes in her mind when writing.
After practicing for such a long time, although it is not a small achievement, I have made a lot of progress.
After she finished writing the whole article, she raised her head and suddenly remembered that there was someone sitting across from her.
As he said, he really didn't make a sound at all.
She held a pen in her hand and looked at the person opposite. For some reason, she remembered the past.
It's just that at that time, the person sitting opposite her was just a shadow, an invisible shadow.
She didn't expect that there would be a person sitting opposite her, as silent as Yu Ruzhuo.
Seeing that Xiao Yu didn't respond, Xie Songhua didn't speak. He took out another piece of paper and continued to practice attentively.
When her daily calligraphy practice task was over, Xiao Yu also put down the book in his hand at the right time, and then seemed a little surprised and said: "You have finished practicing too?"
"Ah!" Xie Songhua nodded lightly, "A friend told me before that when it comes to practicing calligraphy, haste makes waste. I started later than others, and it's not just overwork that makes the stupid bird fly first."
As she spoke, she gently placed the declaration she had just finished on top of the pile she usually wrote.
Therefore, he didn't notice the look of nostalgia flashing across Xiao Yu's face.
When she turned around, he had already stood up, "You should wash up first! I'll go back and practice for a while."
There is a school ground in the palace. Butler Huo told her that it was where the prince practiced martial arts in the palace on weekdays.
Xie Songhua also knew that Xiao Yu went there for morning exercises every day, but he didn't know that he would go there at night. When the two of them lived in the same house before, he didn't notice that he had such a habit.
But that's okay, it's really awkward to be in the same room all the time.
Thinking of this, Xie Songhua couldn't help but feel a little discouraged. When will this awkward atmosphere dissipate, and how long will it take for her to fully adapt?
I can't sleep with something hidden in my heart, especially knowing that that person will come back soon.
It's probably because it's too hot tonight. No, I'll ask Butler Huo to call some people over tomorrow to catch the bugs in the grass outside the window. They will chirp and chirp to death.
Tossing and turning like this, she didn't fall asleep until Xiao Yu came back.
As soon as she heard the sound of someone entering the room, she immediately lay down, motionless as if she were lying on her back.
Hey, how does this feel like being checked by the dean’s mother when you were a child?
When this strange idea occurred, the bed curtain was lifted.