The beauty is delicate and soft, and he madly criticizes the powerful officials for taking her as th

Chen Xi was stunned and replied "Yes".

Pei Zhi didn't say anything more. When he got to the outside of the study, he said, "Let's talk."

"Zhao Heng is organizing a funeral again." Chen Xi carefully looked at Pei Zhi's face, "This time it is not only for himself, but also for Da Zhou."

It was so ridiculous that Chen Xi had a headache when he thought of that scene. Fortunately, his cousin was not close to the Yingchuan Chen family.

Just after going to court today, Zhao Heng returned to the East Palace, gathered together the maidservants brought from the Third Prince's Mansion, mixed with the people of the East Palace, and ordered them to cry together, play, play, and sing.

He wrote a eulogy for himself, and not only that, he also wrote it for Da Zhou. He didn't mention Pei's family, but it was Pei's family in every sentence.

Chen Xi gingerly handed the eulogy to Pei Zhi, and was stunned for a moment when he saw that he showed no surprise.

"What other tricks does he have?" Pei Zhi looked gentle and even leaned forward slightly, looking very interested.

"I haven't noticed it yet." Chen Xi suddenly remembered something and decided to say, "When he changes clothes recently, he has asked a few more eunuchs to wait on him."

Pei Zhi nodded and twirled his fingers, "It's easier to use your brain than the deposed prince."

But it doesn't go anywhere. It's ridiculous to make a big show of mourning and try to get sympathy from the people of the world.

Pei Zhi refused, and no news of the palace could leak out at all. Not to mention Zhao Heng crying for a day, even if he cried for seven days and seven nights, no one would know.

"Is there anything else you want to report?"

"No more, my lord."

Pei Zhi got up and ordered people to see off the guests. As soon as he returned to Guanjuyuan, he saw the doctor coming out of the inner room.

Before he could ask a question, the doctor from the palace bowed and said, "The princess's injury is not serious, it's just a flesh wound. It will heal after a few days of applying medicine."

Yu Tingwan was lying on the couch. When he saw Pei Zhi come in, he quickly pulled the quilt to cover his legs, held his outstretched hand and said, "What are you doing?"

"Let me take a look at your injuries."

She stared at Pei Zhi's hand, lowered her head and said, "It'll be fine in a few days anyway, it's just a minor injury."

Pei Zhi looked at the short table next to the couch and picked up the small white porcelain jar, "You haven't applied the medicine yet?"

Yu Tingwan hesitated for a moment, "I'll do it myself later."

He lifted up the brocade quilt and looked at the injured area. It was as red as blood, which was particularly dazzling. If you look closely, there are blood streaks oozing out.

"Is this a minor injury?" Pei Zhi thought of what happened in the front yard and became a little annoyed, "I'm still planning to walk back by myself."

"I..." Yu Tingwan was stuck. She looked down and saw him applying ointment to the injured area with her fingers. Her ears were red, and she stumbled to explain: "I just think it's not good to be too intimate when there are other people around."

"It is only etiquette for a husband and wife to respect each other as guests and raise eyebrows at the same level." Yu Tingwan pursed her lips, "You hugging me in front of your subordinates is disrespectful to your dignity."

Pei Zhi sat on the edge of the couch and looked at her, wiping off the greasy ointment on his hands. His eyes softened, but his words were not polite at all.

"Is this the case?" He raised his eyebrows slightly, with a hint of ridicule, "I'm afraid that even marrying a wife is just to gain fame so that he can become an official. He uses his wife as a ladder to the sky."

"As for whether it is polite or not, no one dares to judge me." Pei Zhi lowered his eyes and glanced at her injuries and said: "If I let you walk back by yourself just for the sake of etiquette, then I, the King of Wei, would be too cowardly. "

Yu Tingwan was stunned and silently pulled up the quilt and remained silent.

Seeing that she didn't want to speak, he simply closed his eyes. Pei Zhi laughed and twisted his fingers around a strand of her hair.

"Pretending to sleep again?" His voice was gentle, "I taught you archery today, and you haven't told me when Shu Xiu will be handed over. Are you trying to deny it?"

Yu Tingwan opened his eyes suddenly, "What kind of repair do you want?"

"Last night I was reviewing papers in the study, and Dragon Slayer Guard came over to report something in the palace. There was a small matter, but it was related to you."

Yu Tingwan's expression suddenly became nervous, and she always felt that what Pei Zhi said would be more troublesome.

"You once had a maid named Ruyi who compiled the articles you annotated when you were in Yilan Palace and the poems you wrote into a volume."

"Can I take a look?" Yu Tingwan felt choked in her heart. She didn't expect that Ruyi would still be thinking about her after so long.

Many of the articles she had annotated were extremely obscure, and it was not easy to sort them out.

Pei Zhi said "hmm", and seeing her excitement and red eyes, he said softly: "Those books are in my study, you can read them at any time."

"I specially read the poems you wrote last night."

Wasn't he busy with government affairs last night? Yu Tingwan looked at him suspiciously and noticed that his eyes were slightly green, "Did you stay up all night?"

Pei Zhi nodded, took her soft white hand and placed it on his chest, with a smile on his lips, "Wanwan, do you feel sorry for me?"

"What is Shu Xiu you talking about?" She silently withdrew her hand.

"Write an article for me. You can also write a poem."

Yu Tingwan was a little disbelieving, "What article should I write for you?"

He also had no shortage of people to sing his praises. Countless scholars rushed to write poems and essays to him, and some even compared themselves to beauties and affectionately asked him to use them more.

"You can write for General Li Wanwan, why can't you write about me? When it comes to military achievements, he is not as good as me." Pei Zhi was in a good mood. He looked through the books last night, but he never saw a sentence written by Yu Tingwan that contained the sentiments of a girl. of poetry.

Yu Tingwan only felt that the man in front of her was talking nonsense. General Li had been dead for two hundred years. She was just interested in reading history and praised the character of his famous general.

Why is he jealous of an ancient man? Seeing that he didn't look like he was joking, Yu Tingwan pursed his lips and said, "What do you want?"

"Whatever you want." Pei Zhi smiled and said, "Wanwan will write a thousand words, no matter what."

Since poetry can be considered as a form of writing, she doesn't need to use pen and ink.

It was still early before bedtime, so she sat on the couch and thought for a while, slowly reading the words in her mind.

There are no poems that praise the merits of the king of Wei. He had many military exploits when he was young. Yu Tingwan picked them out one by one according to his memory and connected them into poems.

It was obviously something he was used to hearing, but when it came out of Yu Tingwan's mouth, it was particularly satisfying. Pei Zhi stared at her opening and closing lips, and his heart felt as soft as spring water.

When she thought, "One sword has destroyed Humadi", she paused and tilted her head slightly to think about the next sentence. Just as she was about to speak, her lips were blocked.

Pei Zhi pressed the back of her neck, his lips and tongue more tender and caring than before.

He suddenly realized that he really had the potential to be a coward. If Yu Tingwan was a minister, he would probably have promoted her to a higher rank without hesitation.

Yu Tingwan was out of breath and a little dizzy, until Pei Zhi finally let go of her and complained: "I have even forgotten what the next sentence is."

"Forget it, your Shuxiu..." Pei Zhi laughed and swept his fingers from her lips, "As a master, I like it very much."

"Really? How did I write?"

Yu Tingwan only thought that the Shu Xiu he was talking about was the poem. When it came to poetry, she was particularly serious.

"Of course it's true." Pei Zhi was stunned for a moment, then couldn't help but laugh, and then said seriously: "My wife is young, smart, and talented. Every word and every word is very suitable to my liking."