Concubine, please respect yourself

Chapter 158 Practicing Chinese Characters
Lu Ziyu led Ying Su towards his small courtyard.

Along the way, she glanced at the man beside her with her winking eyes from time to time, for fear that he was still angry.

Seeing that cold and handsome eyebrows no longer frown, she let out a deep breath.

It's so hard to coax a man.

Especially coaxing this unreasonable and cold man is even more difficult.

In a blink of an eye, the two of them entered the small courtyard of Lanyue Pavilion one after the other.

Luo Ning came back early, and sent away those little maids who couldn't hide their affairs.

At this moment, only myself and Jing Zhe are left in the courtyard.

Just seeing my young lady and the Ninth Prince stepping in, she quickly grinned and said with a smile, "I've seen you."

Ying Su gave a faint "hmm", which was considered a bit of a naughty face.

Jing Zhe had met the nine princes at the spring banquet.

At that time, my young lady was not very close to this noble man, how could the two become so close in just a few days?
Not everyone can enter the daughter's boudoir.

As expected of her young lady, even the Ninth Prince, who was so handsome, bowed down under this pomegranate skirt.

Ying Su was quite familiar with this small courtyard, stepped over the threshold, walked in front of the stone bench under the tree and took a seat.

Lu Ziyu turned his head, turned to Luo Ning and Jing Zhe and whispered, "Get a pot of tea and make Wuyi cinnamon."

The two nodded, and retreated in an orderly manner in a hurry.

Her graceful waist swayed lightly, and she reached the man in just two steps, with a sweet smell in her mouth, "Didn't the master come to deliver something to Si Niang? What kind of interesting baby is it?"

She sat in front of him, resting her head on her little hands.

In addition to the seductive gleam in the winking eyes, there is also a mixture of innocence and expectations like a daughter's family.

Ying Su didn't directly respond to her words, her clear eyes fell on that delicate little face, and she slowly looked down.

Rich as snow.

His brows tightened, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Is it really a mark?"

Lu Ziyu was startled for a moment, but then he understood what he was referring to, "Isn't it?" He tugged at his clothes with his small hand, "Look, here are all the criminal evidence from last night."

She was not ashamed, so she boldly showed him.

Ying Su stared clearly, and the clarity in his eyes gradually became deeper, "Well, just pay more attention next time."

"No, Si Niang likes the way you want to tear people apart."

"How dare you say anything?"

"Don't dare to do anything."

Ying Su stared at her closely, and smiled softly with her lips curled up for a while, "You said it!" He put his hands in his arms, and took out an exquisite box from it, "Open it and have a look."

Lu Ziyu was overjoyed, thinking it was something rare again, he opened the box with his fingertips.

It is an inkstone.

It is still a high-quality Duan inkstone.

"What is this for?" Lu Ziyu asked puzzled.

"Practice calligraphy." He replied.

This man is really incomprehensible, what kind of words should he practice?

She, Lu Siniang, has the ability to seduce men, but her handwriting is poor.

Luo Ning hurriedly brought up the utensils for tea, and was about to leave with the tray, but was stopped by someone.

"Move the Four Immortals Table, and bring the Four Treasures of the Study." Ying Su ordered in a cold voice.

Luo Ning felt a shudder down his spine, as if he had received an imperial edict, he hurriedly followed through.

After a while, there was a table of four immortals in the yard.

On the table, the four treasures of the study are all available.

After completing the errands, Luo Ning stepped back carefully, not daring to disturb the two of them.

Looking at the pile of things in the courtyard, Lu Ziyu couldn't help but feel a headache, "Why do you want to practice calligraphy?"

Ying Su patted her leg, "Come here."

The beauty smiled charmingly, stood up lazily, and lifted her jade arms.

Ying Su held her soft hand in her arms, and the warmth and fragrance overflowed, "If you use these little tricks again, you will be fined to write a thousand words."

Lu Ziyu pouted dissatisfiedly, "Why do you have to write?"

"The Peach Blossom Banquet will be held in a few days, and everyone who attends the banquet will leave a poem."

"Peach Blossom Banquet?"

Ying Su patiently explained to her, "The Peach Blossom Banquet is a poetry banquet held every year, and it should be here in a few days."

"Then you shouldn't ask people to read more books, why are you forcing them to practice calligraphy?"

"Forget about books, and it's not something you can figure out in a day." He joked, "If you practice your calligraphy well, you'll be fine."

Lu Ziyu was sullen, did he think of himself as an embroidered pillow?

"How do you know that Si Niang can't write well?" She bit her lip, a little unhappy.

Ying Su narrowed her eyes, "When you were in Suzhou, you tried your best to pass the note to my grandfather." He stroked the beauty's delicate palate, and said in a cool tone, "Did you forget?"

Lu Ziyu's beautiful eyes shrank, and he quickly wrapped his arms around the man's neck, "How can it be, Si Niang can't remember for a while!"

Yuxi, she pecked his lips to please him, and coquettishly hummed, "I practice, but you have to teach me."

Ying Su raised her eyebrows, a little reluctantly, "You have a good idea, what about Shu Xiu?"

Lu Ziyu hooked his neck and changed his sitting position.

The four eyes are facing each other, entangled in one place.

She bent her lips and exhaled like blue, "Isn't Si Niang your Shu Xiu?"

Ying Su's throat rolled for a while, her big palm pinched her waist, and forced her to press her against the edge of the stone table.

After a long while, he buried in her ear, cursing in a cold voice, "Torturing people."

Lu Ziyu leaned halfway on the stone table, giggling and covering his tender lips.

She loves this deserted man so badly for her deeds.

"Master, Si Niang rubs the ink first." She smiled coquettishly at the man, stroked the ends of her hair, "I'll teach him after you have had enough rest."

Ying Su's face was gloomy, and there was an indescribable anger in his heart.

If this goes on like this, he will not be able to wait for her to reach Jiji.

The hotness in the lower abdomen gradually subsided, and as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw the beauty beside the Four Immortals table hooking his fingers towards him.

"The ink is ready, come quickly." Jiaoyin trembled.

With a sullen face, Ying Su walked over, "Let's write something first."

He handed her a brush.

Lu Ziyu raised his hand to pick it up, but someone pulled the pen suddenly.

She pressed her cheek against his chest.

"If you're not honest, just go inside." The low and provocative voice rang in Lu Ziyu's ears.

Through the cold threat, a bit of desire can be heard even more.

Lu Ziyu hurriedly nodded, and quickly raised his face, "Understood, Si Niang practice calligraphy well. Then write a few more good poems for the Peach Blossom Banquet."

Ying Su laughed, rubbed her little head on her chest, and said jokingly, "Don't say that the master taught you calligraphy."

He didn't believe that this tortured man could write any poems.

My little girl is in the limelight now, and she will definitely be targeted at the peach blossom feast.

He had to be late that day, and he was afraid that this little girl would not be able to fight against a group of demons and ghosts.

Therefore, I took some time today to teach her to practice her calligraphy first.

If Lu Ziyu knew about his master's thoughts, he would be dumbfounded.

The poems she knows, every sentence can be regarded as treasures, so why bother to work hard on pen and ink.

Stop interrupting, pick up a pen and concentrate on practicing calligraphy.

The spots of light pass through the buds of the flowers and branches, like stars dotted on the figures of the two cuddling together.

　Let's go, let's practice calligraphy (shh)

　　
　
(End of this chapter)