After returning home, Chunmei was on tenterhooks for several days, as if her head was tied to her belt and she didn't know when it would fall off.
Wait and wait.
Instead of waiting for the prince to order her death, he waited until the prince hired a female teacher for Su Yu to teach her how to read.
Chunmei couldn't believe it: "Girl, not only was the prince not angry with you, but he also didn't deal with the slaves. He also hired a female teacher to teach you?"
Su Yu's hands hurt from practicing calligraphy, so she nodded resentfully.
"Chunmei, I don't want to learn to read anymore."
Chunmei was still in a daze: "The prince is really not angry at all. Does it mean that the prince likes you like this?"
Su Yu looked at the ink balls all over the paper and couldn't help but drop the pen: "Chunmei, my wrist is so sore."
Chunmei woke up from a dream and quickly grabbed Su Yu's hand: "Girl, tell me honestly, does the prince like you?"
You can definitely feel it if you like it or dislike it.
Although most of the time, bystanders know better, but sometimes, the authorities may not be confused.
Under Chunmei's expectant eyes, Su Yu blinked, nodded hesitantly, and then shook her head quickly.
Chunmei: "What do you mean?"
Su Yu is just straight-tempered, not stupid. As a person involved, she can intuitively feel whether a person treats her well or not.
She counted on her fingers and said: "Zhao Ce took me back to the capital. In order to prevent my father from pestering me, he gave him a lot of money. He specially held a flower-viewing banquet for me. He also warmed my hands with Mrs. Tang. At the eldest princess's residence, My lipstick got on his face and embarrassed him, but he wasn't angry at all and even tried to explain and cover it up for me in front of the eldest princess."
To sum up, Zhao Ce definitely likes her, but the specific kind of liking is unknown.
The more Chunmei listened, the brighter her eyes became.
Chunmei noticed something: "Did the prince hold this flower viewing banquet specially for you?"
Su Yu nodded: "The eldest princess said so."
Chunmei suddenly realized: "It's like this. No wonder, no wonder the eldest princess obviously likes purity, but she organized such a flower-viewing banquet for the first time. The prince went to the eldest princess for you, which shows that he takes you into his heart."
"What about shaking your head?"
Su Yu's face fell: "He hired such a stern female gentleman and couldn't bear to see me being tortured so miserably. How can he be liked?"
"..."
Chunmei was so happy that she couldn't even find her eyes. "You can even say the word 'torture'. It seems that this female gentleman has taught you well."
Returning to the topic, Chunmei said seriously: "Girl, maybe you can really become a concubine."
It's true that stupid people have stupid blessings. A village girl actually walked into the heart of the prince by mistake.
Su Yu said humbly: "It's Chunmei you taught me well."
Chunmei felt like she was being stabbed in the heart: "...It's the girl who learns well."
The servants in the palace recently discovered something strange.
A few days after the flower-viewing banquet, Chunmei, who was serving Miss Su, became more and more arrogant.
They often say things like, 'Our girl is the master, if you dare to neglect our girl, you may not be able to eat in the future.'
The servants pouted. There is only one master in the palace, and that is the prince. In the future, there will be one more master when the princess comes in.
As for Miss Su, although she is the prince's savior, she has no family background and no background, so the prince is still taking care of her now. When the prince gets tired of her, there is no telling what will happen to her in the future.
This word quickly reached Zhao Ce's ears.
The housekeeper probed: "Your Majesty, do you need this old slave to go over and hammer it?"
Zhao Ce smiled playfully: "No need, just leave it like that."
It would be better for the maid to be more powerful, so that she would not be bullied.
The housekeeper was stunned: "Huh?"
Zhao Ce's smile didn't fade away, and he glanced lightly: "I said don't worry about it, you can go down."
The housekeeper's heart skipped a beat, and he couldn't think about the deeper meaning of Zhao Ce's words for a moment, and said quickly: "Old slave, please leave."
The prince never likes to say what he has said a second time. If there was another person here today, I am afraid he would have been dragged down and beaten.
The housekeeper wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and warned himself that he must not make such a mistake next time.
After the flower-viewing banquet, Zhao Ce became busy and spent more time away from the mansion.
Occasionally when he returned home, he would ask about Su Yu's situation.
"Your Majesty, this is the calligraphy that the girl practiced. I will bring it over for you to review as you asked."
The servant carefully held the two words and said.
Zhao Ce raised his thin lips and said, "Put it on the table and let me see how she has learned these days."
The long ebony table in the study room has always been filled with official business or classics and historical books. It was such a shame to put handwriting like a child's on it for the first time.
The servant carefully laid out the paper.
The first thing Zhao Ce saw was not the words, but the little plum blossoms on the paper one by one.
"What's this?"
The servant knew that he would definitely ask, and replied: "The girl picked up a little raccoon slave a few days ago. Maybe the little raccoon slave was playful and stepped on it."
Hearing this, Zhao Ce stopped asking any more questions and focused his gaze on the ink that barely had a glyph. He subconsciously judged it in his mind. The handwriting was of different sizes, the strokes were not prioritized, and they were soft and weak, not like they were written. , it seems to be based on the painting.
In summary, when he was three years old, he wrote better than she did.
Zhao Ce stared at the words for a long time, then reluctantly said, "Not bad, let her continue practicing."
At this moment, the servants questioned the prince's aesthetic level.
But you may not be able to practice it.
"Back to my lord, the girl seems to have been ill these days and is unwilling to practice calligraphy. She doesn't even see the female teacher."
"Sick?" Zhao Ce's heart skipped a beat, his eyes sharp, "What's going on? Can a doctor take a look at it?"
The servant said tremblingly: "I'm sorry, but the girl doesn't want to see the doctor. He said she can rest for a few days and be fine."
Zhao Ce frowned: "Nonsense."
He glanced at his servants coldly and said in a cold voice: "Girl is not sensible, and you are not sensible either? Why are you talking about such an important thing now?"
The servant was stunned for a moment, something important?
After coming back to his senses, the servant quickly knelt down and said, "My lord, please forgive me. It was the girl who didn't want the servants to tell anyone."
Zhao Ce didn't say anything. The servant didn't dare to breathe, and thin cold sweat broke out.
After a long time, the hem of clothes embroidered with gold thread flew past the eyes, and Zhao Ce's voice came from the door, with a chill like frost: "Go to the housekeeper to receive your punishment."
At this time, inside Su Yu's house.
Su Yu leaned on the soft couch and ate and slept well. Someone fed her grapes when she opened her mouth. She squinted and listened to Chunmei whispering to her a book. From time to time, she touched the system cat lying in her arms. She was addicted to the scholar and the teacher. I can't extricate myself from the story of the fox demon.
The sound of reading suddenly stopped.
Su Yu opened her eyes and urged unhappily: "Why don't you read it anymore? What happened next? What happened to the fox demon after he was captured by the Taoist priest?"
Chunmei's heart was beating fast and she said uneasily: "Girl, how about we stop pretending to be sick. If the prince finds out, we will be in trouble."
Su Yu waved her hand carelessly: "Don't worry, Zhao Ce is very busy these days. I can't find time to deliver chicken soup to him. He won't know?"
"What doesn't this king know?"
