So he actually didn't show that greatness. He was easily tamed, so what about pride and backbone?

His backbone was crushed into dust and disappeared into the soil on the day his home was destroyed. He said stubbornly that he had always been like this, but did he really have been like this all the time?

Jiu Rao had already seen through his guilt, so he didn't say anything more gracefully, leaving him with enough face.

Luan Fei couldn't help but smiled mockingly.

Forget it, he is the only one left in the Luan family now. After revenge, he has nowhere to go, so he just stays here to serve His Majesty. There is nothing wrong with it.

After coming to his senses, he spread a piece of rice paper on the desk, dipped his pen ink, and began to practice calligraphy.

Practicing calligraphy can cultivate your patience and character, and of course you can also pass this boring time.

The palace maid brewed a cup of tea and put it at her hand. Luan Fei calmed down, but involuntarily appeared in his heart that Jiu Rao's delicate and beautiful face always had a little careless face. Even the lazy smile on the corners of his lips often made people feel dazzling.

So after Jiu Rao came back from the court, the scene that appeared in front of him was the young man sitting upright in front of the long desk, writing very seriously. His temperament, handsome appearance, and ink hair scattered in front of his shoulders presented a beautiful picture in front of him.

But his expression seemed a little erratic, as if his soul was wandering outside the sky.

The rice paper he wrote was already full of the word "Rao".

Jiurao raised her hand to stop the palace maid who was about to speak, and walked to the front of the case, saw the beautiful and neat handwriting on the rice paper with sharp pen tips, and gently twitched the corners of her mouth, and she didn't really want to believe that this was written by a person who was losing his mind.

But the facts in front of her seem to be undeniable.

So Jiurao stood quietly, looking at the handsome young man in front of her frown slightly, wondering what was upset, but suddenly her brows stretched out again, as if she had figured out something.

During this brief frowning and stretching of his eyebrows, his subordinates almost stopped. It was not until the last word "Rao" fell on the lower left corner of the rice paper and occupied the last bit that he came to his senses and stared at the words he wrote for a long time, as if he was surprised.

"It's good writing." Jiu Rao spoke casually, his voice lazily and pleasant, "The words are very beautiful."

Bang.

The wolf's hair fell between the slender fingers, and the thick black ink instantly destroyed the entire piece of ink treasure.

Luan Fei didn't expect Jiu Rao to come back suddenly. Before he could clean up the mess he had caused, he hurriedly left the case and knelt down: "I..."

Jiurao turned her head to Anxue and said, "Check it out."

An Xue received the order and began to clean up the ink that was splashed on the table.

Jiu Rao turned around and sat down on the wide brocade couch, saying lightly: "While distracting and writing such beautiful words, should I be impressed by your talent?"

Luan Fei pursed his lips and was silent, his heart was slightly confused, and he was still a little uneasy.

He didn't know how he could write the word Rao. He obviously just wanted to practice calligraphy... but at this time he was caught by His Majesty, and he had no way to defend himself.

Jiurao was so clear that she seemed to see some of his thoughts, but she didn't ask any more questions, and said lightly: "It's very hard to travel day and night. I originally planned to let you stay in the hall to make up for a sleep. Since you are not tired, I will start to go to court with me tomorrow."
Chapter completed!