The next few days were quiet, and Su Ranhua seemed to be suddenly forgotten. He lived in a side room and never saw a third person except Liu'er who was serving him.
Su Ranhua fell down leisurely. While recuperating his body, he also practiced the basic movements he had mastered in his previous life. He used a new body. Developing basic physical fitness was the first condition. However, he still had reservations in front of Liu'er.
Don't dare to let go of your fists and feet to practice easily.
In fact, it was very relaxing to stay with Su Ranhua. A mere hut was tidied up in a few seconds. After doing the laundry, going to the dining room to get meals and other trivial tasks, Liu Er had nothing to do.
Sitting outside the house, watching Su Ranhua stretching his hands and feet back and forth, alone in a daze.
If there was any movement not far away, Liu'er would stand up and look around, then sit back down with a disappointed look on her face, going back and forth many times.
"Liu'er, if you feel bored, go for a walk elsewhere." Su Ranhua walked under the sycamore tree, picked up a book on the chair, sat down, and started reading.
After an autumn rain, the weather was crisp and clear. Su Ranhua asked Liu'er to move the chair under the tree. When he had free time, he sat there and read the books Liu'er had asked for from the housekeeper. Fortunately, there was still some reading left in this body.
The ability to read does not make her illiterate.
"Princess, you know that's not what I meant." Liu'er said hurriedly. Under Su Ranhua's order, Liu'er risked his life and accepted the second request after dining with the princess, changing the word "servant" he kept saying.
.
Every time he heard the slave's words, Su Ranhua's ears would prick up.
Su Ranhua looked at Liu'er lightly, lowered her eyes and looked at the book in her hand, and said no more words.
Seeing Su Ranhua's indifferent attitude towards other things, Liu'er was really worried for her. Originally, the prince was her husband, and she should be looking forward to his arrival, but at this time, she, the maid, was waiting alone, alone.
in a hurry.
I originally thought that King Bei cared about the princess and would inevitably come to the side room, but she didn't expect to see no one for several days. Liu'er, who had been appointed as the princess's personal maid, was naturally a little disappointed. After all, any master's personal maid would treat him as his master.
They are proud of the treatment they receive, and that is how they compare with each other.
"Liu'er, prepare pen and paper for me."
Just when Liu'er thought Su Ranhua would read silently for half an hour, Su Ranhua suddenly raised his head and looked at the sparse purple flowers on the sycamore tree that had been beaten by the autumn rain, slightly lost in thought.
commanded.
"Huh?" Liu'er was surprised, but she didn't ask any more questions. She stood up and replied, "Yes."
Su Ranhua stood up, picked up a flower that fell on her shoulder, played with it in her hands, and followed Liu'er into the house.
Liu'er quickly spread out the rice paper and prepared pen and ink. These were all Su Ranhua ordered Liu'er to ask for from the housekeeper after he discovered that he still had the ability to read and write the characters of this era. Butler Lin also asked Liu'er to ask for them.
Without saying much, I agreed immediately.
Su Ranhua walked to the table and wrote the three characters "Wutongju" in his handwriting, elegant and elegant.
"Put this on the door." Su Ranhua inserted the brush into the pen holder and read over the written words. He was very satisfied. Based on this, the original Su Ranhua was not useless.
"Yes." Regarding Su Ranhua's instructions, Liu Er always obeyed respectfully and did not comment or question too much.
Su Ranhua was very satisfied with this point. What she wanted was simple implementation without being sloppy.
Liu'er stepped on the stool, tiptoed, and finally pasted the words on. Fortunately, she was tall. It would have been more difficult if she were shorter.
Liu'er jumped off the stool and looked up at the fruits of her labor. Of course, it couldn't be said to be hers.
The three elegant ink characters of "Wutongju" stand out against the white rice paper. They are very eye-catching. Although they are not as luxurious as other gold-plated plaques, they still convey a simple and ethereal feeling.
"Not bad." Su Ranhua clapped his hands and said with a smile.
From now on, this place will be her Wutong residence, her own corner, small but comfortable. But she doesn't know how many days this kind of peace can last.
"It's fun to be smug, isn't it?"
A cold, mocking voice sounded behind Su Ranhua.
Liu Er turned around in surprise and saluted Ximen Hao.
This is to pay special attention to him. If he doesn't come, if he comes, he will arrive quietly and in advance without any sound.
"Do you feel bad, Your Majesty?" Su Ranhua glanced sideways and looked back at her calligraphy. In her eyes, those three words were not written by her, but were completely written by a stranger, so she was not complacent.
It's a compliment to others.
However, Ximen Hao didn't know this.
Ximen Hao glanced at Su Ranhua coldly. He didn't expect that she would ask him such a bold question. But she did have the right to ask. These three words were written really well. The brushwork was not feminine and elegant, as if she was hiding in the dark.
The knights in the world, wielding the long sword in their hands, carve out the thoughts in their hearts, as calm and elegant as the wind, and also have a free and easy way.
These three words are very suitable for Su Ran's painting, who is standing under the sycamore tree and wearing light pink clothes.
Su Ranhua stood there, with his head slightly raised, his face was clean and clear without any makeup, as if he was not stained by the world, and his confident and fearless expression was also filled with extraordinary chic.
This kind of Su Ran's painting is completely different from the extremely flattering attitude of Su Ran who tried every means to seduce Ximen Hao on the first night of their wedding, and it is also completely different from the strong confrontation, stubbornness, and tense atmosphere that followed.
Such Su-dyed paintings are soothing to look at, and will bring temporary tranquility to the ups and downs of the mind, just like a harbor to rest in.
There was a desire in Ximen Hao's heart to seize this moment. His eyes condensed and gradually became darker, like a deep pool.
But a breeze blew by inadvertently, dispersing his newly awakened consciousness, and his deep eyes turned sharp.
"Your Majesty didn't answer, which means the writing was good." Su Ranhua waited for a moment and said after not hearing Ximen Hao's voice.
"Wutongju," Ximen Hao read those three words, "Since you like it so much, just wait here to meet your natal family."
Her natal family? Su Ranhua was slightly stunned. She had never had the concept of her natal family. She had been an orphan since she was a child and had never had any relatives. However, her identity at this time gave her a huge and complicated natal family background.
One day we will face it.
"Are they coming?" Su Ranhua asked.
"Since I have packed you into the North Prince's Mansion, I have to contact you." Ximen Hao said, "I will provide you with this opportunity to see who will be the first to step into the North Prince's Mansion with an important responsibility?"
Who could it be? Su Ranhua also wanted to know, which person from her natal family would she face first?