Your Majesty, you are under arrest

Quan'er dipped the brush into ink and handed it to Wen Xining, "Miss, write."

Wen Xining glanced at Nanny Lin who was standing at the door with a look of astonishment, the corners of her lips curled slightly, and she suddenly said, "I don't like to be disturbed by others when I'm writing. Come down for me."

Although the tone was unceremonious, it just made Mother Lin find an excuse to leave, and quickly said with a smile: "Since the princess has figured it out, then the old slave will not bother, so that the old slave can explain to the empress. After finishing speaking, she took Xia'er and left.

But Wen Xining sneered at her back, this dead old woman is really hateful, and before she left, she had to use the queen to press her down, did you really think she was frightened?

It's a joke, and I don't ask around. When was Wen Xining scared?

Thinking in her heart, but her hands were moving quickly, Quan'er walked to the door and leaned against the door, and felt relieved when she heard the footsteps walking away, and when she returned to Wen Xining's table By the side, when I saw the things she wrote, I was immediately happy.

"Miss, what is this?"

"Pig, wild boar, do you look like that Nanny Lin?" Wen Xining didn't lift her head, tapped the tip of the pen, and added two fangs to the mouth of the wild boar she was talking about, and her masterpiece was completed. up.

"Pfft!" Quan'er couldn't help laughing, and said curiously: "Miss, does this wild boar look like this? When did you see it?"

Wen Xining gave Quan'er a blank look, threw the pen on the table with a snap, and said in a cold voice, "I've never eaten pork, haven't I seen a pig run away? Stop talking nonsense, hurry up and get that idiot out of here." Find it."

"My lord? What do you want him to do, and miss, why don't you write it quickly? It's getting late." Quan'er looked puzzled.

Wen Xining got up and walked towards the soft couch behind the screen as a place to rest, and said angrily, "What are you writing? Don't you remember that your lady lost my memory? It's unfortunate that I even forgot the writing So, either you go find the fool and let him write it, or you write it yourself, you can figure it out, I'll sleep first."

Seeing her go around behind the screen, Quan'er wanted to cry, but let's not say that she didn't know where to find the prince, even if she knew, she wouldn't have the guts. Master...

Sighing, Quan'er sat down in front of the desk, picked up a pen and resignedly copied those things that seemed too big for the unkind master.

The study room was very quiet, with a faint scent of ink and books permeating it, Wen Xining lay half-supported on the soft couch, her head bouncing, gradually becoming dizzy.

Quan'er was concentrating on writing, when she suddenly saw a white figure sneaking in, her eyes widened and she said softly, "My lord, my lord?"