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It's not that I can't write, it's just that Yu Tingwan has always felt that if it doesn't come from the heart, what he writes will be tasteless.

Yu Tingwan lowered his head and stared at the blank paper in front of him, but he still didn't finish writing.

Finally, she bit the bullet and wrote a song. After Xie Yun read it, the smile on her lips deepened a lot.

"But it's written to King Wei?"

Chen Xing was at the side, and Yu Tingwan twitched her lips and agreed.

After hearing the words, several people came over to take a look. Xie Xuan read it once and was a little surprised. She swallowed a bunch of questions in her stomach.

In the end, I chose Xie Yun's piece as the best. The eldest son Wang was sent to Beijing last year, and the relationship between the two of them has always been good. Naturally, what she wrote was better than what she forced out.

After the poetry party ended, Yu Tingwan was startled when she lifted the curtain of the car.

Pei Zhi sat inside, still holding the scroll in his hand, and had been waiting for an unknown amount of time.

"Why are you here?"

"I went to the Chen family today, and it happened to be quite close to here. I wanted to pick you up by the way." Pei Zhi looked calm. He had specifically asked the Wang family not to report anything today, lest Yu Tingwan feel that he was rushing her again.

Yu Tingwan choked up, how close is the Chen family to this place?

"Princess, your paper was not taken away." The maid next to Xie Yun chased out, saluted, and presented the paper with both hands. Apparently, she had not seen King Wei in the car.

Xie Yun knew that Pei Zhi had been waiting for more than half an hour and said with a smile: "The king of Wei treats the princess really differently. No wonder the poem for the king of Wei was well written."

Yu Tingwan glanced at the paper, accepted it, got on the carriage, and wanted to quietly hide the paper in the low cabinet at hand.

A hand held her down, and Pei Zhi's voice was slightly smiling, "What kind of poem is it hidden and tucked away?"

He just took away the pieces of paper, unfolded them, and suddenly laughed.

"Wanwan is still writing this?"

"Why not? I'm just writing a poem to answer the question." Yu Tingwan pursed her lips and turned away from him, not looking at him.

"Is it written to me?" Pei Zhi remembered what Xie Yun said just now.

"If people ask me if I am writing this kind of thing to King Wei, what else can I say in reply?"

"That's what it was written for."

Pei Zhi only glanced at the paper and then wrote down the words. With a smile on his lips, he leaned close to Yu Tingwan's ear and read out what she had written in a low voice.

Seeing that the jade-white cheeks were getting redder and redder, and were about to become angry, Pei Zhi finally paused.

He reached out and rubbed his earlobe, which was as red as blood, and said with a smile, "I accept this piece of paper."

"Where are you going to take him?" Yu Tingwan finally turned around.

"Of course I put it in my purse and wear it all the time."

Seeing that he didn't look like he was joking, Yu Tingwan glanced at the gold-woven purse on his waist and turned even redder.

Due to the constant war, there were often military reports that needed to be processed in a timely manner. Pei Zhi had a very small seal that he carried with him for approval at any time.

The jade seal is in that gold-woven purse.

"You put it in your purse and when you go to use the jade seal, what should you do if the paper falls in front of everyone?"

"Who said I want to put it together with the jade seal? I'm afraid that King Wei's seal will taint Wanwan's feelings." Pei held his fingers to tease the hair of the woman next to him, "Of course I have an extra purse."

He seemed to have thought of something, "Will you make a purse later?"

Yu Tingwan seemed to have been poked at her shortcomings. She pursed her lips and said, "I'm not a very good girl. I often prick my hands."

Her mother's nvhong was not good, and she didn't care much about it. Her father even thought it was troublesome to learn nvhong, and often said to her: "Don't put too much thought into it. Do you still remember what I taught you yesterday?"

After hearing the last sentence, Pei Zhi paused and said, "Forget it, let the embroiderer in the mansion do it."

When he returned to Guanjuyuan, Yu Tingwan caught a glimpse of him still holding the piece of paper and felt uneasy for some reason.

She didn't believe he couldn't see that it was just a way of coping.

Since it was not written with care, why carry it with you?

She couldn't hold it back and said: "That poem is not good, throw it away. If you really want it, I... will write it for you later."

Hearing this, Pei Zhi looked a little complicated, and then laughed, "I will replace it when you actually write it later."

Before going to bed, he suddenly approached Yu Tingwan, and the heat made her ears itch.

"Wanwan can say that sentence today, it's enough. You don't have to worry about writing other things." He whispered in her ear in a low voice: "So what if it's fake, I can take it seriously."

This sentence made Yu Tingwan open her eyes and stare at his throat, not knowing what to reply.

Her eyelashes lowered and trembled slightly, "How can fake and real be the same? I will give you the real one later."

As soon as he finished speaking, he could hear the people around him breathing faster.

Her cheeks were suddenly raised and she was forced to look directly into his eyes. Yu Tingwan was stunned when she saw that the ends of his eyes were red. Just when she was about to ask, she kissed him softly, blocking her doubts.

Until her clothes were gone, she didn't understand why his words made him react so strongly.

Even after that, he was in a very good mood for several days.

The weather is getting hotter and the lotus pond is cooler. Yu Tingwan plans to take Xiaobai to the lotus pond after breakfast.

"Princess, my lord said before leaving that today, when Zhang Ji comes to the house, it would be best for the princess not to go to the study."

Yu Tingwan nodded. Pei never avoided her when he was in charge of criticizing articles, but after all, Zhang Ji was related to the battle in Beihu. Maybe there was something important that needed to be reported in person, and it was not convenient for her to hear it.

Chen Xing paused and then said: "My lord said that after General Zhang Ji arrives, the princess cannot go to the front yard."

Yu Tingwan opened her eyes wide, wondering what was going on that was being hidden from her like this.

Suddenly remembering that her brother had made a hairpin for her last time, Yu Tingwan planned to go to Pingyang Marquis Mansion.

When Yu Xiuyun saw his sister, he was a little surprised and asked: "Wanwan has recognized Zhang Yushu as his adopted father, and Zhang Ji is also regarded as your adopted brother. He returned to Beijing last night and is going to visit today. Why didn't you stay in Prince Wei's Mansion?"

Yu Tingwan was silent for a moment, "Maybe he has something to report to King Wei, but your Majesty doesn't allow me to go to the front yard, let alone meet any sworn brother."

Is there anything major happening in Beihu recently that needs to be reported? Yu Xiuyun thought for a long time and couldn't figure it out.

"This... since the last battle, Beihu has been relatively peaceful." Yu Xiuyun lowered his eyes and murmured: "Is it possible that Zhang Ji has caught some extraordinary people these few times?"

Pei Zhi's words that she could go to other people's appointments when Zhang Ji returned to Beijing suddenly appeared in front of Yu Tingwan's eyes, and her doubts became more intense.

She took a sip of tea, lowered her eyes and said, "Since he doesn't want people to know, it's better not to speculate."