Mingruo took the plum blossoms and went straight to the study. When she walked to the corridor, she happened to see Aunt Dong: "Mom, is the prince in the study?"
"Your Majesty is working alone in the study. No one is allowed to disturb you. Mr. Bai came here just now and didn't even go in." Aunt Dong said with a smile.
"Um..." Mingruo was a little curious as to what Si Haochen was doing in the study.
Mingruo walked to the study door and gently knocked on the door.
Si Haochen had long heard Mingruo talking to Aunt Dong outside: "Come in."
Mingruo pushed the door open and happened to see Si Haochen covering something in front of him with a brocade handkerchief. Mingruo rolled his eyes, walked to the desk, and inserted the plum blossom in his hand into the pen holder on the desk.
"Put your plum blossoms in the pen holder and they will wither after a while." Si Haochen reminded him kindly.
"There's nothing you can do about it. You don't even have a vase in your study." Mingruo spread his hands and said that there was nothing he could do about it. "Besides, this flower is for you."
"You can just give it to me and forget about it, eh?" Si Haochen raised his eyebrows.
"Okay, okay, I can't help it." Mingruo poured out all the pens in the pen holder, took the half cup of tea left by Si Haochen and poured it in, and finally inserted the plum branch in, "Okay."
"Can you be more perfunctory?" Si Haochen grabbed Mingruo, picked him up and put him on his lap.
Mingruo rolled her eyes. She added well water to the tea, but she was perfunctory: "I added medicine to the water. This flower can bloom for a long time."
"Huh? It seems that the king has wronged his beloved concubine..."
"What are you doing?" Mingruo reached out and lifted the brocade handkerchief on the table.
Si Haochen held Mingruo's hand, and Mingruo raised his eyebrows: "Can't you read it? Are you secretly writing a love poem to a young lady?"
A row of black lines fell from Si Haochen's head. What the hell is a 'love poem' and what the hell is a 'young lady'? If she doesn't let her see it, she can't prove her innocence...
Si Haochen let go of Mingruo's hand, opened the brocade handkerchief himself, and said angrily: "Even if I am writing a love poem, it should be written to you. What does it have to do with 'which lady'?"
"Huh?" The brocade handkerchief was covered with a purple jade seal with a lotus pattern engraved on it. The carving part had not yet been completed - the word 'seal' of 'Ming Ruo's Private Seal' was only half engraved, and Ming Ruo's eyes widened.
De Liuyuan said, "My bamboo horse can also carve seals!"
"Humph." Si Haochen's arrogant little eyes were fierce and cute.
"You like purple very much?" Mingruo felt that besides black, Si Haochen particularly preferred purple.
"Um."
"I didn't see it, you are quite dreamy and romantic." Mingruo scratched his chin.
"..." Si Haochen was stunned for a moment. Doesn't purple represent nobility and elegance? What does it have to do with 'dream romance'? Also, what does 'romantic' mean?
Mingruo fiddled with the brocade handkerchief and asked with a smile: "Did you want to give me a surprise, so you covered it with the handkerchief?"
"Um."
"Then why did you reveal it again?" Mingruo pouted, "Why don't you just say you wrote me a love poem? Well... when you give me a name badge, write me a love poem or something.
"
The tips of Si Haochen's ears turned red: "I don't know how to write love poems."
"You can't even write love poems. What would you have done if you hadn't met me?" Ming Ruo pretended to be heartbroken, "I'm sure no girl would want to be your childhood sweetheart."
"..." Si Haochen almost laughed out of anger. There are many noble ladies who are willing to hook up my fingers, so there is no need to write love poems so... sour!
"I can teach you!" Mingruo wanted to tease Si Haochen and gave him a look that said, "I knew you wanted to learn."
Mingruo took a piece of letterhead and saw that there was mixed cinnabar on the table. So he dipped some in it, drew two small flowers, and then traced the branches with light ink. After thinking for a while, he wrote:
A foot of deep red dust,
Old things are inherently better than new.
…
Linglong Dice, Zian Hongdou,
I miss you so deeply that I don’t know.
After finishing writing, he blew it dry and waved it in front of Si Haochen: "This is a model for you."
Si Haochen raised his hand and pinched Mingruo's pointed chin: "You are very skilled at painting and writing. I have written a lot before, huh?"
"I'm not, I didn't, don't talk nonsense!" Mingruo's desire for survival was rarely online, and he denied it three times in an instant.
"So you've received a lot of love poems?" Si Haochen's eyes were deep, as if he could see through people's souls.
After identification, this is a love letter. Although I have received a few...a dozen...dozens of love letters from junior high school to college, there are really no poems written by me. My sister is a doctor and must be rigorous in whatever she does.
——Love letters and love poems are different, so...
Mingruo said without any guilt: "I have never received any love poems."
Si Haochen held the letter written by Mingruo and shook it: "Then what do you say about this?"
"Of course - I have read a lot of poems and books and am very talented in literature." Mingruo was so upset that he wanted to hit the wall. This was the legendary 'dig a hole to bury yourself'!
"Haha." Si Haochen laughed so hard that Mingruo's heart went crazy.
"I have something else to do, so I'll leave first!" Mingruo decided that Thirty-Six Strategies would be the best way to go.
Si Haochen pushed Mingruo back into his arms: "Did the king say that he would let you go?"
"Aren't you busy? I won't interrupt you, haha." Mingruo moved out little by little.
"Don't move." Si Haochen picked up the carving knife and continued the unfinished carving.
"This..." Si Haochen began to carve the seal, and completely embedded Ming Ruo in his arms.
His hair fell from his shoulders to the hollow of Mingruo's neck, making it itch. But for fear of disturbing him, he broke the seal and didn't dare to move.
Si Haochen didn't expect that this girl could stay so honestly for so long. After carving the last knife, he polished it again, and finally wiped off the jade chips on the surface of the jade medal with a wet handkerchief and put it in Ming Ruo's hand: "Here
.”
Mingruo held the jade seal in her hand and played with it. The jade was shiny and smooth, and the carving was fine. She also liked the font. Mingruo had touched Indonesian and planned to print it on paper to see. Si Haochen directly wrote what Mingruo had just written.
Put the love poem in front of you, hold her little hand, and press the private seal in the right place.
"Huh?" Mingruo blinked his big eyes, "I seem to have seen a seal like this somewhere..."
Si Haochen chuckled lightly, took out a purple jade seal of the same style from the box on the desk, and printed it on the letterhead - Haochen's private seal. Only then did Mingruo remember that she had tricked Si Haochen into giving
Si Haochen used this private seal when the emperor painted pictures for his birthday.
"Wow, a couple's seal." Mingruo's eyes lit up, "My bamboo horse is very romantic."
"What is 'romance'?" Si Haochen frowned slightly.
"That's it..." Mingruo scratched her head and told Si Haochen about "romantic". The more she explained, the more confused she became. "Romantic means poetic."
"Well." Si Haochen saw that Mingruo liked this jade medal very much and said in her ear, "My beloved concubine likes 'poetry and picturesqueness' so much. As a thank you gift, please write more love poems to me."
