"How did you wash the clothes? They are so dirty! Are you lazy?!"
"My dear mother, it's so cold that I can't feel my hands anymore..."
"If you dare to quibble, someone will beat her until she tells the truth!"
The girl cried helplessly, and in order to survive, she had no choice but to give in and say: "I'm sorry, my aunt, it was me who was lazy...yes...I was lazy..."
"Humph, I could have just said no earlier. I'll punish you with no food tonight!"
A vague but real memory flooded into her mind. She raised her hand tremblingly, took a step back with some fear, and held her arms with some fear.
Linglong raised her hand to support her and said, "Mother, what's wrong with you?"
Chu Jiaoli shook her head. This must have been her imagination. She was born a noble princess of Zhongluo, how could she have suffered like this?
She raised her hand and rubbed her brows, and said: "Tonight is really weird. I'm afraid I'm going crazy from exhaustion. Let's go back to the house and go to bed."
"Yes."
The next day, the morning light cast a ray of light on the earth.
"Your Majesty, the swing you ordered is ready." Linglong said to Chu Jiaoli in the room.
After finishing dressing up, Chu Jiaoli immediately smiled and walked out quickly.
She saw a sturdy swing hanging under the camphor tree in her yard. She smiled, sat on it, shook it, and said with a smile: "It's really fun."
Linglong smiled and said: "My queen still likes to play on the swings as before."
Chu Jiaoli showed a faint smile and said, "What girl doesn't like to play on the swing?"
Just as he was talking, Beigong Tengxiao came over. She looked at the girl swinging under the tree, looking a little dazed.
The girl was dressed in an elegant white dress with a flowery smile, just like Chu Jiaoli swinging on the swing at the entrance of Biluo Palace in the past.
He blinked his eyes, cleared his throat, and the maid who saw him immediately saluted him: "Your Highness, may you be blessed."
Chu Jiaoli stopped and stood up.
Beigong Tengxiao frowned and walked up to her and said, "Why are you swinging here?"
These words made Chu Jiaoli stunned for a moment and said: "The prince's residence does not allow swings?"
Beigong Tengxiao moved his eyes and whispered: "No."
Hearing this, Chu Jiaoli frowned in confusion and said, "Then I left my Chunli Palace?"
"No."
Chu Jiaoli crossed her arms and pouted, "Then what did I commit?"
Beigong Tengxiao looked down at her, narrowing his phoenix eyes slightly, and his delicate brows revealed an irresistible intimidation. His voice was a little lower and he said: "Are you questioning me?"
Chu Jiaoli moved her eyes away, raised her hand and rubbed the tip of her nose, and said: "You don't allow people to play on the swing in front of your yard. I want to play on the swing. I made one in Chunli Hall, can't I?"
Beigong Tengxiao raised his long eyebrows and said, "Have you finished what I asked you to do?"
"Your clothes are washed and hung over there." She raised her finger and pointed to the clothes drying pole nearby.
Beigong Tengxiao glanced sideways, then breathed out softly and said, "Have you finished writing the family rules?"
"I'm waiting for you."
Beigong Tengxiao paused for a moment and said: "Waiting for me?"
"Yeah." Chu Jiaoli curled her lips and said, "If I encounter a word that I don't know again, and I write it wrong, you have to ask me to rewrite it."
Hearing this, Beigong Tengxiao smiled softly and said, "Let's go then."
Chu Jiaoli looked at his back and was stunned for a moment, then whispered to Linglong: "Did you see him smile just now?"
Linglong nodded and said, "I did laugh."
It’s the first time that this guy can actually smile? His smile is so pretty...
"Why are you so dazed?" Beigong Tengxiao stopped on the steps, stood with his hands behind his hands, and gave her a cold look.
Chu Jiaoli swallowed her saliva and said, "It's coming, it's coming."
For a moment, the two of them were sitting in the same position as yesterday.
Jingyue behind him handed Beigong Tengxiao a book, which he had just brought from Biluo Palace.
Beigong Tengxiao opened the book and said: "If there is anything you don't understand, just ask me. Don't write nonsense."
Chu Jiaoli nodded slightly, obediently picked up the pen and paper and started writing.
After writing a word, she paused, pursed her lips, looked at him sideways, and said, "I don't know this word."
"Yeah." Beigong Tengxiao responded, glanced at the text on the book, and started teaching on the blank rice paper.
The room was so quiet that Chu Jiaoli couldn't sit still. At some point, she raised her hand to support her cheek, stared at the scenery outside the window in a daze, and hummed a song leisurely.
Soon, someone held her chin and turned her around. Looking at Beigong Tengxiao's cold expression, Chu Jiaoli couldn't help but feel nervous.
I saw Beigong Tengxiao's other hand holding the brush raised and drew a few strokes on her fair cheeks.
"Hey you!" Chu Jiaoli opened her eyes in surprise and said, "What are you doing?!"
Beigong Tengxiao let go of her chin, put the pen on the pen rest, continued reading while holding the book, and said calmly: "Every time you get distracted, I will write something on your face,
Recently, I like to read "The Thousand Character Essay". Why don't you practice calligraphy on your face? See if I can write a thousand words on your face in my fly-shaped regular script."
"You!" Chu Jiaoli was furious. She pouted in grievance. Just as she was about to get up and walk to the dressing table, Beigong Tengxiao raised his hand and tapped an acupoint on her body.
Chu Jiaoli felt her legs were stiff and couldn't move while sitting on the chair.
Beigong Tengxiao slowly turned the page and said: "When will you calm down, when will I relieve your acupuncture points?"
Chu Jiaoli curled her lips and could only bow her head and write in resignation.
As the day passed and it got darker, Beigong Tengxiao also got up and left.
Chu Jiaoli rubbed her sore neck. When she saw him walking away, she quickly walked to the dressing table and looked at herself in the bronze mirror in a panic.
There are five big characters written on the cheeks, forehead, tip of the nose, and chin: "Rotten wood cannot be carved."
She pouted aggrievedly, raised her hand to wipe her forehead vigorously, and muttered: "What, am I that bad?"
Linglong immediately brought warm water and a handkerchief to wipe her, and said with some surprise: "Mother, this is not like you."
Chu Jiaoli frowned slightly and said, "What do you mean?"
"If it were your previous temper, wouldn't you be furious and even draw your sword to kill Biluo Palace? Now...not only are you not angry, but there is a bit...of coquettishness..." Linglong spoke softer and softer, her eyes showing.
A smile appeared unconsciously.
"Why are you talking?" Chu Jiaoli snorted and said, "Of course I'm angry, I'm angry!"
"Really..." Linglong wiped the ink stains on her face while suppressing a smile, and said, "Then the queen's temper is really much better."
Chu Jiaoli bit her lip and muttered: "My temper... isn't as bad as you said..."
No one knows that Zhong Gong Huanli is famous as a little hedgehog in the Zhong Luo Palace, but in front of Bei Gong Tengxiao, she actually got a little bit compliant, which opened Linglong's eyes.
