Your Majesty, you are under arrest

The sky was getting dark, but the study in Shuo Wangfu was still bright.

Beitang Shuo was immersed in copying, but Wen Xining was sitting on the soft couch beside him, drinking fragrant tea, crossing his legs, looking leisurely.

Turning his head to look at the darkening night, thinking that it should be dinner time, and then looking at a certain "hard-working" fool, he felt a little bit unbearable, so he couldn't help but picked up the teacup in his hand, got up and walked over.

Putting the cup in front of him, he said awkwardly, "Hey, have some tea."

"Hey, thank you, lady." Beitang Shuo raised his head and smiled sweetly, picked up the cup and drank it down, and then continued to copy.

Wen Xining was standing beside him, watching him scribbling, the more he read, the more beautiful his handwriting was, then turned to look at his serious side face, sighed again in his heart, he was so handsome, How can a person who writes well be a fool?

It is said that he had an accident when he was eight years old, and the first queen also died in that accident, so he became stupid after being stimulated, and his IQ only stayed at the year when he was eight years old. He practiced it when he was young, and he has been trained as a prince, so he must be very good.

What a pity, what a pity.

Thinking about it, she really regarded him as an 8-year-old child. Children like to be praised and encouraged when they do things, so she smiled and said: "Xianggong's handwriting is really beautiful."

"Hey, lady, is Mr. good?" Bei Tangshuo grabbed the pen holder, turned his head and asked the lady with a cute smile.

"Awesome, of course, who is my husband-in-law? I wouldn't marry him if he wasn't amazing." With a sly smile, he wrapped his baby face in his hands and turned towards him.

"My husband, write quickly, write quickly, there are still two more."

After a moment of silence...

"My lady, my shoulders are sore."

"The lady will rub it for you."

"My lady, I'm hot."

"The lady will fan you."

"My lady, my forehead is sweating a lot."

"Come on, lady... wipe it for you."

Wen Xining gritted her teeth, she must have had her head caught by the door, and she felt pity for this fool. How could she have forgotten his ability to push his feet?

With a snap, he threw the handkerchief he had just picked up on his face, turned around and returned to the soft couch without looking back, "Wipe it for me, copy it quickly after you finish copying it, and you are not allowed to eat until you finish copying it. "

The pink veil was placed on Beitang Shuo's handsome face, and a moment later, there was a whimpering sound from behind the veil: "Wooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooow, so pitiful."

"..." Wen Xining glared at him fiercely, then covered her ears suddenly, as if she didn't listen, this fool would pretend to be pitiful to win her sympathy, and she would never be fooled again.

Quan'er, who was sitting on the other side copying a book, secretly covered her mouth. She bet that the young lady would definitely lose to the prince in the end.