"Giggle..." Feng Muran smiled and shook his folding fan again, then strode out quickly, leaving only Nangong Yueyao and Xuanfeng in the palace.
This was fine. Looking at Feng Muran's back, even though she was very unhappy, Nangong Yueyao still comforted herself in her heart, saying that it was better than having that Shura cousin next to her. Thanks to him, she had been there since she entered the palace until now.
Neither of them had a good rest.
Unexpectedly, when Feng Muran was about to reach the door, he suddenly stopped and turned around and said.
"By the way, because of the cyclone, I have been alone here. I heard that my cousin knows all the Four Books and Five Classics. If my cousin doesn't mind, can you help me tidy up the study room?"
Look, she knew he wouldn't let him go easily, so he wouldn't let her play here leisurely. Humph, let her tidy up the study here, there is no door.
Just as Nangong Yueyao was about to refuse categorically, she suddenly remembered that she and her father had promised to take good care of her. Thinking of her father, Nangong Yueyao suddenly couldn't speak.
Who knows if this bastard might frame her father because of her?
She couldn't discredit her parents, so she just tidied up the study room. She endured it for the sake of her parents and brother.
"Yue Yao doesn't know anything about the Four Books and Five Classics. He only knows a few words. Cousin, just go and do your work. My little sister should do her best."
She actually agreed? Feng Muran was very surprised and said in his heart, he thought she would refuse without hesitation and give him a soft nail.
It seems that his "gift" is not without effect. If this continues, within a few days, she will bow her head in front of him obediently.
"Thank you, Cousin Yueyao..." Feng Muran nodded slightly as a thank you. Then he turned around and left with a long stride, disappearing outside the palace gate.
After staring at that familiar figure and scolding her countless times, Nangong Yueyao slowly walked towards the study, with Xuanfeng following closely behind, as if afraid that she would escape.
Nangong Yueyao rolled her eyes at Xuanfeng before opening the study door.
Seeing that no one had cleaned it up for a long time, she really wanted to die. Dozens of bookshelves were lined up in the study room, and the surroundings were full of books, many of which had accumulated a thick layer of dust.
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Nangong Yueyao turned around and went back to her room to sleep. When she turned around, Xuanfeng looked at her from behind with wide eyes. The pupils were clearly filled with these words: "Go back and finish the book." Nangong
Yueyao then walked into the study room against her overwhelming reluctance and began to tidy up.
Time flew by quickly against the wall, and Nangong Yueyao was trapped in the study all morning.
Why didn't she think about running away, but Xuan Feng was right outside the door. If she guessed correctly, why Xuan Feng came to accompany her was to monitor her.
Throughout the morning, she kept moving and changing books. She didn't recognize any of the characters on some of the books, but they were so big and heavy that her little arms were crushed.
It was so heavy that it almost crushed her little arms. Damn that rotten prince, if she had the chance, she would definitely show him some color.
During her breaks, she would think about whether her mother was still making a winter cloak for her, whether her father was busy with court affairs again, and after not seeing her for a few days, did her little brother miss her?
It's been less than a day since they were separated, but she really misses them...
Looking at the angle of the light, she knew it was getting late. Nangong Yueyao got up from the ground tiredly.