Chapter 128 Don't be nervous, I'm just here to chat with you.
Luo Changan: "!"
She actually understood it.
Luo Changan's cheeks were hot, and she didn't even have the guts to lower her head to look at his tight body. There was a deep red at the end of his eyes, which locked her tightly. In the impression, his eyes on her cheeks were always hot, but every time she thought about it,
There's no love behind this hotness, it's just play, so there's unavoidable hesitation.
He was really too familiar with this. She felt uncomfortable in her heart. There was a reason for his familiarity. There were so many palace concubines who could practice it.
Whenever I get close to him, I can't help but feel deep self-blame and resistance because of my momentary loss. Sooner or later, I will be tortured crazy by this contradiction. It is always impossible for him to change, and only she can learn from it.
I don't care, I don't feel sad every time he pulls away.
However, even though she was no longer an ignorant girl, she still couldn't let go and sit on it like that.
Fortunately, Yue Xin came by chance and saved her from being taught a new field by him. He only held her hand for a while, and her palms started to hurt.
She was inexplicably embarrassed, and her eyes finally turned red. He was pleased to see her youthfulness and panic, and he coaxed her with a low smile for a long time. He pretended to be confused and thought that she moved the acupuncture point diagram to hint to him that she hoped so. She swore that she didn't even know that she had touched it.
Where is the acupoint map, but now I know it.
She didn't really expect him to be so generous in asking for her, but she wanted him to be more restrained and reserved.
Luo Changan has been working on errands during the day these days, and practices calligraphy and tracing in his room at night, mainly tracing Song Panyan's manuscripts.
Usually a person's writing habit is developed since childhood, and it is not easy to break through and imitate it in a short period of time.
However, Luo Changan did not have so much time to imitate Song Panyan's handwriting and writing habits in a few years. She only left herself more than half a month. She had to transfer Song Panyan to Prince Rong before the concubine-taking ceremony.
The handwriting is familiar to my heart.
The handwritten collection of poems by Song Panyan before her was not many in number, about 500 words in total, but basically every radical was included.
Luo Changan disassembled each word, learning how Song Panyan wrote horizontally and vertically, bit by bit, even strokes and strokes. As long as he mastered the writing habits of these radical strokes and the strength of his pen,
Luo Changan realized the freedom of writing in Song Panyan's calligraphy.
Luo Changan is very familiar with him. If he wants to accomplish something, he will often work hard without sleeping or eating. In so many years, he has never failed in anything.
She believed she could do it this time.
In fact, she can only succeed and cannot fail. Her life is now like walking along a tightrope or crossing a single-plank bridge. There is no turning back for her.
She wanted to write a letter to Lou Qingzhi, the Minister of Rites, in Song Panyan's tone and handwriting, a letter home.
Half a month later, Luo Changan took two pieces of rice paper from the study room of the emperor's dragon bed. The rice paper in the palace was consistent.
It can be used, and there are also ordinary ones like the Imperial College.
She used these two pieces of rice paper to copy two manuscripts of Song Panyan that she had stolen from the Imperial College Poetry Society. She compared her manuscripts with Song Panyan's manuscripts, but she could not see any difference.
.She planned to test it and see the difference with other people's eyes.
Passing your own level does not mean you have truly passed the level. The goal is to hide it from others.
This matter can only trouble her 'partner', Nighthawk.
She took the manuscript to the roof of the building. At that time, Nighthawk was on the roof of her house, holding a leaf in its mouth and looking at the moon, "Nighthawk. Good evening."
Nighthawk had just heard the footsteps, and now he heard Luo Changan greeting him politely, and he felt anxious in his heart, "Good evening... Good evening. Do you have anything to do with me?"
Nighthawk has already formed a mindset that whenever Luo Changan comes to him, he will do something crazy and unethical. Every time she calls him, his liver trembles. He ran around the palace twenty times half a month ago.
My calves are still sore right now.
Luo Changan smiled slightly and said: "Don't be nervous, I just came up to chat with you. The emperor punished you by running twenty laps that day. I feel really sorry about it. I want to come and say sorry to you in person every day. Before
I saw that your shoes were worn out in the past few days. These are the shoes I made for you. It took me nearly half a month to sew every stitch and every thread with my own hands. You see, there are also a few big blisters on your fingers.
You can try it on for size."
"You made me shoes." Nighthawk smiled when he heard that he had new shoes to wear. He thought that Luo Changan was quite attentive. He took the shoes and put them on his feet. The size was suitable and the soles were relatively soft.
They fit very well and are extremely comfortable to wear. "It's so comfortable to wear, even more comfortable than the shoes made by my mother. You're so kind, Sister Chang'an."
"Don't blame me." Hearing him change his name to call her Sister Chang'an, she knew that these shoes were worth it.
"I didn't blame you. In fact, it was quite fun. Anyway, nothing big happened." Nighthawk's heart moved slightly, "Just don't visit the Imperial College at night to steal things again."
"Okay. Tonight you take me to the Imperial Academy again and return the two poems I stole before. I will never steal anything again."
Nighthawk's shoulders slumped and he stared blankly: "Why do you want to visit the Imperial College at night again? I'm convinced. Didn't I just tell you not to visit the Imperial College at night again?"
Luo Changan's eyes turned red, "But... wuwu, but in the past half month, I have been condemned by my conscience every day. I always remember what your mother said, stealing is wrong.
It was an enlightenment for me, and it made me learn from it. Finally, today, half a month later, I decided to change my ways and visited the Imperial College at night to return the collection of poems."
The corner of Nighthawk's mouth twitched, why is the emperor's woman like this, "You are not, are you serious?"
"I know you don't want to take the risk of taking me in. I shouldn't drag you down anymore." Luo Changan stood up and said righteously: "I will go by myself! If something happens, I will never accuse you. I said it was me.
Just fly in and steal things!"
Luo Changan said and left.
Nighthawk was so frightened that he quickly threw his body in front of Luo Changan and stopped her.
"Then do you think anyone will believe you? You don't look like someone who can fly. You don't look like a person who can fly." Nighthawk sighed, "I'm afraid of you. This is really the last time. I really can't have another one."
I'm back. You used your curiosity to hide the inner structure of the Imperial Academy from the emperor last time, but it won't be easy to pass the test the second time. You may not be able to teach the emperor true faith the first time."
Luo Changan wiped his eyes and said, "Don't worry, there will never be a next time. Come on, take the manuscript and we'll set off right away."
Nighthawk looked down and said, "Why are there two identical copies? There are four in total. I remember you stole two of them. Which two are from the Imperial College?"