A hint of determination flashed in Xuanyuan Nanhua's eyes, and he looked out the window, "There is no room for two tigers in one mountain, Xuanyuan Jianxiong, if you are obedient, I can still let you live. Now..."
"Mu Yuyao, your word is so ugly."
Mu Yuyao, who was sorting the books into categories for Xuanyuan Jianxiong, turned around in shock when she heard Xuanyuan Jianxiong's words.
At this time, Xuanyuan Jianxiong was holding a booklet in his hand.
He looked at the words on it with disgust, and his eyes also showed a touch of disdain.[
His face turned red all of a sudden.
Mu Yuyao raised her chin, "This is ugly, but at least I can write about it."
She had only learned calligraphy for a few days in her previous life, how could she write such calligraphy?
If compared with Xuanyuan Jianxiong's grand font, it is really in the sky.
"Come here, I will teach you how to calligraphy."
Xuanyuan Jianxiong frowned and glared at her displeased.
Mu Yuyao was happy and walked towards him.
During this period of time, the two got along better and better. Whether it was eating, Xuanyuan Jianxiong going to the study, or even when he went out to do errands, Mu Yuyao was always with him.
Because of this, even if the people in the palace came to find Mu Yuyao, they could not find her.
The feeling of the two of them getting along so intimately made Mu Yuyao feel that such days were just like falling in love.
"Master Long, you don't have much official duties now!"
He actually taught her how to write. Such a good thing is something that only happens once in a century.
"So much nonsense."
Xuanyuan Jianxiong snorted in displeasure, grabbed Mu Yuyao's hand, and motioned for her to put the pen down on the rice paper.
His hand was held tightly by him, and his body was pressed tightly against her.
The ambergris coming from his body drifted into his nose, and he felt like his whole body was getting drunk in this fragrance.
Xuanyuan Jianxiong naturally held her waist with one hand, and held her hand with the other, "Hook up like this... then bend up like this..."
His mellow voice gently teased her ears.
It feels a little warm and a little itchy.[
Mu Yuyao's face slowly turned hot.
She squeezed her hand tightly without knowing it was heavy, and the pen in her hand actually made her sweat.
She has always been daring to do anything, but when she was taught by Xuanyuan Jianxiong, she would also behave like this... little daughter.
Feeling that she was too naive, Mu Yuyao suppressed her inner excitement and focused on writing.
However, my heart could not calm down.
Especially the hands on his waist were clenched from time to time, which made Mu Yuyao even more breathless.
My hands are also very weak.
"Xiao Muzi..."
Sensing her absent-mindedness, Xuanyuan Jianxiong snorted in displeasure.
Looking at it, I realized that Mu Yuyao's face was as red as a peach blossom.
His heart trembled, Xuanyuan Jianxiong's original words of blame were all retracted at this moment.
He lifted her chin evilly and stared into her eyes, "Xiao Muzi, eh, your face is starting to turn red again. Oh, isn't it because you have a fever? Come on, let me take a look. If it's true,
If you are sick, let the imperial doctor come and take a look at you later."
Mu Yuyao was stared at so closely by him, and this man looked at her seriously.
Mu Yuyao was anxious and angry, twisting her chin, and she snorted angrily, "Master Long, please let go of Yuyao, I... I'm not sick, I just need to calm down for a while, and it will be fine."
"Oh, be quiet! Why am I listening? Your heart is not quiet at all. Otherwise, let me come and see if there is a little rabbit hidden in your body."
His chin was raised higher and higher, and his nose was getting closer and closer.