Quick Transmigration: The villains don't follow the routine!

After she left, Lu Xingfu was used to sitting on the wet bed, his slender fingers were also covered with scars, but he had long been numb to the sesame pain.

Playing with the exquisite small porcelain vase with an unpredictable expression, his figure fell into darkness, and the coldness of his lips was gradually replaced by a sneer.

do not mind?

Then have fun.

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After Song Le went back, he played chess with Lu Zhizhi again.

In fact, it is more appropriate to say that it is playing chess, rather than teaching it by hand.

Song Le didn't know much about it, but the young man in Chinese clothes on the opposite side was very patient, teaching them one by one, and from time to time raised his lips because of her cute mistakes.

Finally, rub her head and praise her.

Warm and cheerful like the sun.

So the next day she entered the palace with a book.

Beware of being killed.Lu Xingfu sneered in his heart.

"Le'er, come here."

……

While kneading, he said: "Lu Xingfu...?"

Song Le finally agreed with a pale face, and walked back to the room in a nonchalant manner, lying on the corpse.

"Stay here every day, don't you study or play?"

Fortunately, she was resourceful and bought an automatic scribe. After copying without any effort, Song Le went to Lu Xingfuna with ease.

Lu Xingfu didn't seem interested in answering.

No one responded.

Song Le wanted to cry but beat the bed without tears.

Lu Xingfu pursed his lips, impatiently scanning the cute and innocent smile of the little girl, and said coldly: "It's up to you."

She really doesn't take disaster stars seriously?

Then he sat on the bed and lowered his head, too lazy to look at her again.

The boy looked cold and impatient, as if he didn't understand what she wanted to do.

Is this shooting yourself in the foot?

"Not good." Lu Xingfu frowned, but Liang Liang refused.

Song Le thought for a while, then sat on it, and asked a little distance away from him, "Ah Xing, what do you usually do?"

When he returned home, he was already dizzy, his head was full of black spots and white spots, and his qi and qi counted.

Left and right Lu Xingfu just didn't want to open the door for her.

"Mother, what's wrong?"

But it couldn't stop Song Le from crying bitterly in his heart. However, he still had to learn painfully.

"I'll call you Ah Fu from now on, okay?"

But he was stopped by his mother after paying his respects.

"Learn more about what?"

"Although His Highness the Crown Prince dotes on you now, Leer, you still need to learn more, you know?"

Song Leyiyan walked over in a daze, and was hugged by a woman.

Song Le read it again in his heart, it was very interesting, and he couldn't help but smile even brighter.

There was another knock on the door.

"From tomorrow onwards, you can take the book and go to the palace to transcribe it. My mother heard His Royal Highness say that you are boring. This is the best of both worlds. After you come back, my mother will invite a master embroidery worker to teach you embroidery."

Wishing he could just collapse back on the bed and lie dead.

OK?

"...Okay, I see, mother."

Song Le didn't know what he was thinking, but carefully expanded his rights, and said softly: "Okay, then I can only call you Ah Xing."

She really regretted that she said she was boring at the beginning, but now she has to transcribe books, learn embroidery, and learn to play chess!

After finally getting in, Song Le's hand bones were all red. She looked at it, but she pouted her mouth sullenly, and then rubbed it lightly to relieve the pain.

Song Lesi thought of this, bit her lip, and knocked on the door expecting to complete the task as soon as possible.

Apart from following her all the time, Song Le realized that it was true.

Tiny emotions rose from the bottom of my heart, and Song Le noticed that Lu Xingfu's indifferent and world-weary eyes moved slightly when he was talking about studying.

"You, do you want to study?"

As if she had discovered something, she leaned over and asked curiously.

But before Lu Xingfu could answer, Song Le felt an itch on the back of her hand. She lifted it up strangely, and wanted to scratch it, but found a disgusting bug crawling on the back of her hand!