Jun Wuxia listened to the boy's words that day and went to Meng Youdie's Fengzhu Pavilion. Ruoyu stayed in a wing of Minghu Hall and did not see Jun Wuxia for five or six days.
Ruoyu has been very quiet these days. She just reads books every day, looks at the papers and pens in the room, and then tries to draw something by dipping in ink.
I was writing casually, and I could hear two maids outside the house saying this.
"Princess Side is really lucky. If she can give birth to the eldest son for the prince, I don't know how much she will be favored in the future."
"Yes, Ling'er in Fengzhu Pavilion started to tremble. It's good to be with a good master. Look at She Yue, she really has suffered a lot by following Ruo Qingwen."
"Keep your voice down, don't let her hear you."
"What are you afraid of? The prince hates her so much that he doesn't even look at her."
Listening to the conversation outside, Ruoyu's hand holding the brush couldn't help but tremble, and a slightly bitter smile appeared on her face. It seemed that she was still not welcome everywhere.
But he didn't notice that the people outside suddenly stopped talking, and then there was the sound of the door being pushed open.
If Ruoyu had studied painting for several years when she was young, she just drew mountains on both sides with curved lines and drew some ripples in the middle. Seeing that the picture was empty, she filled in a triangular sailboat.
After seeing the effect, I drew two or three more sails. Such lines actually have a different kind of beauty.
Ruoyu was just painting, but she didn't care that the person who just entered the room was stiff.
Seeing that the right side of the scroll was empty, I thought of a poem by Wen Tingyun in Looking at the South of the Yangtze River, and wrote: Thousands of sails are not the same, the slanting light and the flowing water are long.
By the time I finished writing this sentence, the person behind me was completely stiff.
Ruoyu only felt a slightly cold hand pressing her shoulder, and the fingers pinched her bones with great force. The force was so strong that it almost seemed like she was going to break her shoulder. The sound she heard was like falling.
As if in an ice cellar: "Why, you miss him so much?"
Needless to say, the person pressing Ruoyu's shoulder was Jun Wuya, whom he hadn't seen for many days.
And when Ruoyu heard Jun Wuxia's words, she was stunned for a moment, and then she slowly noticed the word "Qianfan" in the poem. It turned out that Jun Wuxia had mistaken her for Wei Qianfan.
Ruoyu took a breath and said in a calm tone: "Qingwen doesn't understand what you mean, Your Majesty."
Jun Wuxia has been running around non-stop in the past few days due to matters at court. He just returned to the palace today. He heard that his servants said that she was placed in this room, so he didn't think much about coming here to see her.
Look, I never thought that once I walked into the house, I would see her miss another man through a painting, and even specially composed a poem for him.
And Jun Wuxia remembered that she didn't know how to draw. Could it be that she also learned this painting specially for him?!
He grabbed Ruoyu, who still looked indifferent, and Jun Wuxia's other hand fell on the thin paper.
The next second, the still-dry ink painting turned into pieces of shredded paper and fell to the ground.
Jun Wuxia stared closely at Ruoyu's calm eyes and said: "I will tell you one last time, don't push yourself too far."
Ruoyu looked at Jun Wuxia who seemed a little angry in front of her, and was slightly startled. It seemed that the person in front of her looked less and less like the person who always smiled carelessly and playfully.
After bowing, Ruoyu smiled faintly and said, "Your Majesty, may I ask where Qingwen went too far?"
Jun Wuxia wanted to say something, but he opened his mouth, but in the end he didn't say anything. Instead, he kicked over the low cabinet next to Ruoyu and walked out of the room with his feet on the shredded paper on the ground.
The two maids who were chattering just now were still kneeling on the ground. When they saw Jun Wuxia coming out of the door of the science department and kowtowing vigorously, they still did not escape the slap.