Wang Yi was stunned and said quickly: "I will drive her away right now."
"No need." Xuanqing said quickly, "Since she's here, that's it. Let her come in."
Wang Yi glanced at Xuan Qing in confusion, but did as he was told.
Within a moment, Yin Luzhu strode in.
Her green snail eyebrows are long and black, and she has abandoned the beaded flower tassels. Her three thousand blue hairs are only tied up with a finely carved plum hairpin, which is lighter in lead.
Her eyebrows were open and her eyebrows were open, her green temples were dyed thick with the spring smoke, and there was an aura like clouds from Wushan Mountain. When she entered the hall, she gathered her skirt and moved lightly with her lotus steps.
Seeing her coming slowly, Xuanqing became even more confused.
Yin Luzhu has grown up as a man since she was a child, and has been accustomed to concurrent strategies, riding and shooting martial arts. But now, her every move seems to be embedded in her bones, just like that of a noble girl.
Just when Xuanqing was confused, Yin Luzhu had already arrived in front of him.
"Xuan Qing." She called him in a low voice, her tone was light, but there seemed to be a hint of warmth, and there was an aura of luxury in her casualness.
Realizing that she had lost some of her etiquette, Xuanqing quickly looked away, picked up the book on the table and started reading, with an indifferent look that was distant from others.
"Prince Yin, didn't you make the soup yourself today?"
Hearing the sarcasm in his words, Yin Luzhu didn't mind.
"If Xuanqing doesn't like it, then I won't do it."
"Humph." He snorted inaudibly, and Xuanqing turned the page with a calm expression, "Women in the world don't know poetry, etiquette, and music, but they must know how to cook. Only in this way can they serve their husbands well. How come, my lord?" Didn’t you teach the prince?”
Hearing this, the smile on Yin Luzhu's face faded a bit.
"As the crown prince of Great Yin, I don't need to serve others. I only have others to serve me."
"I came here today. Although there is no meal, I have prepared a gift for the monarch."
Hearing the displeasure in her words, Xuanqing suddenly felt a little more relieved, "But I see Prince Yin's hands are empty..." Z.br>
Before he finished speaking, Yin Luzhu picked up the brush on the desk and took a piece of flawless white rice paper.
She turned around and sat down at the desk nearby. She supported her chin with one hand and sketched on the rice paper casually with the other.
Xuanqing looked at her in confusion, "What are you doing?"
Yin Luzhu seemed to have not heard his words and was still sketching on the rice paper.
Xuanqing sneered.
I have known before that Yin Luzhu's handwriting was ugly and unsightly, so what else could he do with such pretentiousness?
Just when he was confused, Yin Luzhu suddenly came over.
"Here you go." She handed the rice paper in her hand to Xuan Qing.
Xuanqing glanced at her, then his doubtful eyes fell on the rice paper in front of him.
The ink painting is like flowing clouds and flowing water around the plain paper, showing the vast sea and the mountains are still beautiful. A few strokes outline like clouds and brocade, and the dots of ink paint, actually depicting his most subtle expression, lifelike.
It's as if the mountains and rivers are far away, and the flowers on the other side are blooming.
Xuanqing was completely stunned.
His eyes stayed on the rice paper and did not move away for a long time, and his hands could not help but tremble slightly.
After a long time, he suddenly smiled, but that smile contained a haze that Yin Luzhu couldn't understand.
He asked: "Yin Luzhu, what else do you think is true?"
"dislike?"
"It doesn't matter whether I like him or not, I just think that Prince Yin is the most inconsistent person I have ever seen in my life. If such a person is let go, he will definitely be let go. What do you think?"
"I don't want to leave. If you are willing to support me for the rest of my life, I will depend on you."
Yin Luzhu smiled brightly, and his eyes were innocent and pure, as if he had never been infected by the desire for power.
The high wall built in Xuanqing's heart collapsed with just a few words from her.
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