Wen Jiaojiao looked at the Taifu's expression of wanting to compete with him, and thought to himself that he was Zhao Yan's teacher after all, so it was better not to make him angry.
The Taifu watched Wen Jiaojiao pick up the pen and start writing. He finally gave her a satisfied look and continued to go to class with the Prince.
Just after saying a few words, the Taifu looked back and saw Wen Jiaojiao writing with his head propped up and looking out the window from time to time, looking absent-minded.
Wen Jiaojiao felt a little stuffy and reached out to open the window. When she came in, the palace attendant added two pots of charcoal fire in fear that she would be cold.
Only the inner half of the window was open, so she couldn't get any wind, so she pushed open the one in front of her.
"Fourth Miss, practice calligraphy with peace of mind."
Wen Jiaojiao heard Taifu's voice and pointed outside, "It's snowing."
Taifu: "...it snows every day, is it still strange for the Fourth Miss?"
Looking at the forbearing look on Taifu's face, Wen Jiaojiao stuck out his tongue and returned his attention to the copybook in front of him.
A quarter of an hour later, Wen Jiaojiao fell asleep on the table.
Zhao Yan was right, her coming to the study had no effect other than catching up on her sleep.
The profound and obscure things the Taifu said made her sleepy, and she couldn't hold on for a while and fell asleep.
Seeing Wen Jiaojiao sleeping soundly on the table, Taifu wanted to slap her awake.
Although she didn't have to attend his class, she couldn't sleep so well during his lectures. Every time she came to the study to see the prince, she could fall asleep every time.
But seeing her sleeping, the master couldn't help but lower his voice when he spoke.
After discovering this behavior of his, Taifu felt that he was a little old and confused.
As soon as Zhao Yan raised his eyes, he could see the warm sleeping face, the corners of his mouth were raised slightly, and the speed of writing could not help but speed up.
Half an hour later, Zhao Yan completed today's homework ahead of schedule.
After the Taifu inspected it, he took the food box that Wen Jiaojiao gave her with a satisfied look on his face and left without looking back.
It's good for this little girl to come over. Every time he can bring back some food cooked by the palace chef, and he can go back early.
As soon as the Tutor left, Zhao Yan sat down in front of Wen Jiaojiao and gently took the brush away from her hand. She fell asleep holding the brush, and her face was accidentally drawn by the brush, staining it with black ink.
Seeing that she was still sleeping soundly, Zhao Yan did not call her. The window outside was open, and snowflakes floated in and landed on the table and her hair.
Zhao Yan asked someone to move the charcoal pot closer to her, took a book and sat across from her to read.
There was silence in the room, only the sound of turning books could be heard, and the sandalwood incense was still burning there, but Zhao Yan could only smell the strange fragrance of the girl in front of him.
She couldn't use any powdered ointment made from pollen. She always used essences from foreign countries. The essences and ointments used by these women in foreign countries were very different from those in Beiyuan, so Wen Jiaojiao always had a smell of someone else's.
The scent of other women.
Her breathing was shallow, but Zhao Yan heard it especially clearly in this quiet study. After looking at the book twice, Zhao Yan focused his attention on Wen Jiaojiao.
Looking at her flushed cheeks, her long eyelashes were trembling slightly, like a flapping butterfly.
Her eyes are moving so much, she must be dreaming, right?
It must be a good dream to sleep so soundly.
Zhao Yan stared at her for a while, then slowly stretched out his fingers to touch her eyelashes.
Wen Jiaojiao's eyelashes moved slightly, and her long eyelashes swept across Zhao Yan's fingertips. Zhao Yan immediately retracted his hand as if he had been burned.
"The prince is still in class?"
Going to the outer room of the study, the emperor was coming over to take a look at the prince's homework.
The palace attendant replied: "Reporting to your Majesty, His Highness the Crown Prince has finished class, and the Tutor has just gone back, and now His Highness the Crown Prince is still reading inside."
"Oh? It's so early today."
Zhao Yelin said, walked to the door, and through the curtain he saw the prince sitting on the couch by the window, and the little figure sleeping on the table.
Zhao Yelin paused, and through the gap in the curtain, he saw Zhao Yan withdrawing his hand in panic from Wen Jiaojiao's face.
This was the first time he saw such a look on Zhao Yan's face.
Zhao Yelin looked at it for a while, then turned and left.
Feng Liang, the personal officer, took one look at the two people inside and immediately followed the emperor.
"The relationship between Fourth Miss and His Highness the Crown Prince is very good." Feng Liang said with a smile.
"Your Majesty, it seems that you have other plans for the Fourth Miss and His Highness the Crown Prince?"
Feng Liang is an old man. He thought that the emperor was so good to Miss Wen, so he wanted to bring them together. Although he had been with the emperor for more than ten years, the emperor had deep thoughts. Even though he was his personal official,
Even if he follows him around every day, he can't figure out the emperor's thoughts.
Miss Wen is beautiful and has a lovable personality. Who wouldn't like her?
But now it seems that he was wrong. Fortunately, he stopped in time and did not go further.
Zhao Yelin glanced at Feng Liang and said, "Just say what you want to say. There is no need to be secretive in front of me."
Feng Liang considered his words for a moment, then observed the emperor's expression, and said respectfully: "Your Majesty, I see that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and the Fourth Miss get along so well. If the two of them can get married, they will be a good match."
Seeing that the emperor's expression was peaceful and did not change much, Feng Liang continued: "Although the Fourth Miss and His Highness the Crown Prince are close to each other, they are still two generations apart and are of the same age. If His Highness the Crown Prince likes her, the Emperor will not.
By bringing them together, we not only fulfill His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's wishes, but also get married to the Duke of Guo again. This is the best of both worlds."
“The best of both worlds?”
The corners of Zhao Yelin's mouth were slightly raised, and there was a hint of austerity in his eyes.
Once upon a time, he had such an opportunity to get the best of both worlds, but it was just what he thought was the best of both worlds.
Feng Liang waited for the emperor's words, but he said nothing more.
Zhao Yelin actually didn't know his son very well. Others said they looked alike, but in fact Zhao Yan looked more like an emperor than him and had a deeper mind than him.
He has had a mind far beyond his peers since he was a child, and his behavior as a young boy is like that of an adult man.
He is too precocious, and he is more taciturn than when he was young. He never shows his emotions or anger on his face, and his father cannot understand his thoughts.
Perhaps Zhao Yan has done better than him, whether he is an emperor or something else.