Chapter 1691????The handwriting on the copybook is not mine

The next day.

Ling Qingge and the tenth prince Gu Ziliang made an appointment to meet at the Snow Pavilion in the city.

"Now, I'll give it back to you. Also, this is my exercise book. Please excuse me, Master, and check my homework?"

Ling Qingge wore a rabbit fur collar around her neck, which made her smile even more sunny.

She returned Gu Ziliang's copybook, and by the way, handed over the copybook she had practiced according to.

Gu Ziliang sat opposite her, with a pine forest covered in snow behind him.

The pavilion is located next to half of Dingshan Lake covered with frost and snow.

The cold wind was blowing, and the stove in the pavilion was burning, which dissipated a bit of the coldness.

Gu Ziliang smiled gently: "You will accept me as your wife now?"

Ling Qingge's crescent-shaped eyebrows curved: "That's right, I'm very serious!"

"Really? Then let me take a good look."

He lowered his blue eyes and looked through Ling Qingge's practice copybooks.

After a moment, he looked up with a smile: "You really put your heart into it, and the writing is very good. It doesn't look like you just learned Western Chinese."

Ling Qingge was encouraged by him and became even happier.

She called to Jinnu, who was bowing his head at the side: "Quick, bring some hot tea, I have to have a cup with Liang Sheng."

The golden slave came forward to add tea.

Ling Qingge said with a smile: "But your handwriting is really different from yourself. I didn't expect that your handwriting is as gentle as jade, but your handwriting is rough and bold."

Gu Ziliang picked up the tea cup and smiled: "You misunderstood. The handwriting on the copybook is not mine."

"These are some copybooks of Western writers that I collect in my daily life."

Sudden!

There was a crisp "bang" sound, and Jin Slave knocked over the tea lid.

The hot water overflowed and almost burned Ling Qingge's hand.

Ling Qingge was startled and quickly shrank back.

Gu Ziliang frowned: "Are you okay?"

The golden slave hurriedly knelt down and said, "This slave's hand was not steady for a moment. Please forgive me, princess."

Ling Qingge patted the water drops on her sleeves.

She waved her hand and said magnanimously: "Forget it, I'm not burned, and you have frostbite on your hands. Maybe it's because of this that you can't hold the teapot steady."

Gu Ziliang lowered his eyes and looked at Jin Slave's intertwined fingers. There were indeed cracks from frostbite.

He took a deep breath, his blue eyes calm: "Let's do this, I have some burn ointment in my carriage."

"To be on the safe side, I'd better paint it on Qingge. Go get it, Jin slave. My servant is by the carriage. Just tell him and he will find it for you."

Jin Nu seemed to be panicked, so he stood up and nodded: "Yes, I will go right now."

After seeing her leave, Gu Ziliang looked at Ling Qingge: "Have you ever lent the copybook I gave you to others?"

Ling Qingge was startled, shook his head and said, "No, it has been kept in my room. I haven't gone out these days, so I am practicing calligraphy in the house."

Gu Zijiang's expression was a little profound and strange.

She couldn't help but leaned forward and asked in a low voice: "What's the matter?"

Gu Ziliang opened the copybook book and opened one of the pages to show her.

I saw a faint trace of blood at the bottom of the footer where Gu Ziliang was pointing.

It's like it was rubbed on accidentally, it's not noticeable, and the area is smaller than the cover of your little finger.

Ling Qingge's eyes widened. She quickly took the book over and touched it twice carefully.

"How come I didn't know when it happened?"

Gu Ziliang asked with a deep breath: "You are not injured, are you?"

Ling Qingge shook her head repeatedly.

I saw a deep color in Gu Ziliang's blue eyes.

He glanced sideways, watching Jin Slave fetching medicine by the carriage in the distance.
Chapter completed!