After the rebirth, I lay in the arms of His Highness and won

Chapter 46 Ripples
In the silent night, the soft voice was exceptionally loud.

She guessed, he should be able to hear.

"It's ok, I even recited poems." Chu Ye teased with a smile, "You are worthy of being my second youngest's younger sister."

Regarding her brother's arrogance, Chu Yaoqing was too lazy to tear down the stage, took her little hand, and said:

"I think my mother is right. At this time, the elder brother prefers to stay alone. He is old and stable, and he will not need the comfort of his younger siblings. It's getting late, so go home."

"Hmm." She nodded obediently.

"Masters and ladies, go slowly." Lin Fu sent him off respectfully.

Walk slowly to the end of the path, and you will not see the bamboo garden when you turn the corner.

Inexplicably, she stopped and looked back.

In the dark night, a big tree stands tall, its branches and leaves swaying with the breeze, making rustling sounds.

The hazy moonlight sprinkled on the fence wall, and the bamboo slices glowed blue.

Last time I didn't feel it during the day, but in this situation, there is suddenly a kind of deserted loneliness.

Although in a few years, Chu Mu will live a more precious life than any of them.

But the heat and cold you have experienced will probably remain in your memory, and will never be erased, right?
Thinking about it, there was a real ripple in my heart.

Inside the room, the large tabletop is covered with three feet long white deer paper.

Most of this paper is exclusively for imperial use, and a small part is sold in "Xiangqingji", which is expensive.

Expensive, and for a reason.

The paper is white and shiny like jade, its surface is as smooth as silk, and it is soft to ink.

The most important thing is that there are deer patterns hidden in the background color, which symbolizes auspiciousness and prosperity.

A plate of gilt ink was placed on the corner of the table, shining with light.

The slender white left hand holds a purple hair, and the tough hare hair is stained with gold and falls on the paper.

The pen walks the snake dragon, and the iron draws the silver hook.

The free, easy and thin square-inch characters are vividly displayed one after another.

Leaning towards the wild grass, it is done in one go, exuding a sharp and unyielding air.

Thin golden body, anyone with a shallow foundation can only describe its shape, but cannot describe its soul.

Yea——When Lin Fu pushed the door and entered, the gold characters had already occupied more than half of the rice paper.

Although it is not the first time to appreciate it, I still can't help but praise it.

If it wasn't for this master who didn't bother to go to Tanglin Academy, No. 1, how could it be the kid named Ji.

He had too many things to do, and he really didn't have time to waste three years.

What's more, the person to beware of has never been clear.

Seeing that the copying was about to be finished, Lin Fu turned around and brought the copper basin.

As the last finishing touch, he put down the Zihao, picked up the paper, and approached the candlestick.

Soon, the flames licked out a small hole, which grew bigger and bigger, and it was rolled up and thrown into the basin.

The flames danced, adding a bit of charm to the beautiful Ruifeng's eyes, but that face was expressionless, neither happy nor sad.

He had never seen his mother, didn't know her face, or her name.

There was a small success at the beginning of the year before last, and I thought about going to investigate.

Ordered, then changed his mind.

So what if we found out, he died more than ten years ago, and his bones turned into powder.

However, he should be the person in this world who cares about him the most if he can give up the chance of life.

So I repay this love with one copy of the "Primary Vows Sutra" every year.

"Actually, the second lady treated you very well." Lin Fu cleared his throat and said, "In the past, I would remember to ask people to give me longevity noodles, but this year I made a shirt, brocade fabric."

He remained silent until the white deer paper burned out and turned into a handful of black ash, Fang pulled his lips and chuckled:

"How do you know that she wasn't the one who poisoned you?"

The attendant was dumb.

"In the past few years, there are few people who have seen it?"

Looking at his casual expression, Lin Fu was not very embarrassed.

No wonder he was too naive to be reduced to a follower.

　Let me tell you, this article is not about strong women
　　The heroine is a cute type, a little clever and cunning, acting like a spoiled child

　　The male protagonist is arrogant and black-bellied, with multiple identities

　　Overall, it's sweet love plus power struggle, love, hate, love and hatred
　　Read on if you like it, don't disturb the author's thinking
　　
　
(End of this chapter)