The rich and powerful court: billions of personal pets of the emperor

Although Nazhen is a Tibetan girl, she can speak Chinese perfectly.

Jiang Bo patted her on the shoulder: [Go, I really want to see what the noble lady in Lhasa looks like. ]

Tibet, this is a place Lin Nuanxi never thought he would come to.

Originally, she only wanted to ask Jiang Bo to let her leave Beitang Yaori, but now the noble manor and the servants' service reminded her of White Swan Castle.

This is not what she wants.

[Miss, is the food not to your liking? ] Nazhen looked at the untouched dishes on the silver dinner plate, and asked with concern.

These are made by Chinese masters according to the tastes of Han people, so she should not be acclimatized.

[Thanks, I just don't have much appetite. ]

No appetite?Perhaps the climate affects appetite.Nazhen obediently put away the plates on the table, turned her head, and looked at what Lin Nuanxi was writing on the desk.

[Miss, your handwriting is really beautiful. ] Although Na Zhen speaks Chinese well, Chinese characters are still a big problem for her.A neat page was written, with only a few words she knew, such as contract, Jiang Bo, servant, heart, and Yaori.

[Miss, what are you writing here? ] Nazhen asked curiously.

It was only then that Lin Nuanxi realized that she didn't know Chinese characters.In Tibet, the aristocratic class system has been very serious since ancient times.Even now, Nazhen is a child of a commoner family, so naturally she does not have the right to read and go to school.Because, she was detained as a civilian and enslaved since her birth.

[ Nazhen, do you want to learn Chinese characters? ]

In Nazhen's eyes, there was obviously a flash of surprise, but she lowered her head timidly.

Lin Nuanxi patted her on the shoulder: [I will teach you later. ]

[Thank you miss! ] Nazhen had a bright smile on her face, she had never met such an approachable "noble lady".

[ nothing. ] Lin Nuanxi smiled lightly, looked down at the paper in her hand, it was the result of her whole afternoon's thinking.After a pause, Lin Nuanxi looked at the lights in the opposite room: [Master Bo is back? ]

[The young master has just returned from the Sakya Temple, I will call him for you. ]

[No, I'll go by myself. ]

In Lin Nuanxi's heart, she was always worried about one thing.

After not returning to Tibet for a long time, Jiang Bo went to the Sakya Temple to worship after settling in Lin Nuanxi.

This place has a special meaning to him and Beitang Yaori, and it is also appropriate to go to worship.

Compared to this, Lin Nuanxi was a little concerned about the story about the Dechajia dragon king tattooed on Beitang Yaori's body.

Arriving in front of Jiang Bo's door, Lin Nuanxi raised her hand to knock on the door, but just as she raised her hand in the air, she paused hesitantly.

She didn't know if she should tell Jiang Bo about this.

[The night here is very cold, you will definitely catch a cold if you stand for 10 minutes. ] The voice inside broke the silence, Jiang Bo knew she was standing outside.

Lin Nuanxi took a deep breath, pushed the door open and entered.

Jiang Bo said that he was playing with a very delicate prayer wheel: [Tashi Dele~]

Lin Nuanxi smiled helplessly: [Young Master Bo, I never thought that you and Yaori had been monk disciples in the temple for a year. ]

Jiang Bo, who is unrestrained, has always had the same abstinence atmosphere as Beitang Yaori, and perhaps this is where it comes from.

[If Yaori and I could stay here forever, maybe Yaohui would not die. ] The corner of Jiang Bo's mouth curled into a mocking arc.