After I traveled through the book, I spoiled the anorexic prince

Gu Qinghe noticed that something was wrong with him and hurriedly said "Use 'Glutinous Tears'" three times. She had originally thought of using it later so that he could eat more, but she didn't expect that his tolerance for the smell and the time he could endure it would be so low.

"Liubai, are you feeling better now? Are you feeling uncomfortable anywhere?"

She asked softly, not knowing which senses would be blocked by the blank space this time.

Liu Bai only felt that the images of powerless struggle disappeared from his mind, and he could no longer smell any other smells. But Qing He had told him that these were normal reactions when she helped him.

So, he shook his head and said, "No. Qinghe, I feel much better."

Gu Qinghe nodded and smiled: "That's good."

When Jing Se entered the private room with the bamboo slips, he saw this scene and was immediately surprised. Is this still the girl who bargained with him and refused to give in?

"Miss, you haven't told me your name yet?" Jing Se held the bamboo slip contract and a brush, and squeezed into the inexplicably warm atmosphere between the two of them, "This is what I just wrote, can you take a look?"

Gu Qinghe took it and said as he looked at it, "My name is Gu Qinghe."

After his eyes drifted over the conditions that both parties should meet in a 50-50 distribution, he saw the two elegant large characters "Jing Se" at the bottom of the bamboo slips. He immediately understood and said, "Master Jing's name is quite nice."

"Really?" Jing Se asked back with a smile, but upon closer inspection, the smile did not reach his eyes: "No one has ever said that before. Miss Gu, you are the first person who does not think it sounds like a woman's name."

"The brocade zither has fifty strings, each string and pillar reminds me of my youth." Gu Qinghe said the poem that flashed through his mind when he saw this name, "Sir, have you ever heard of it?"

"No." Jing Se shook his head, his eyes deep: "Miss, can you tell me the meaning of this poem?"

Gu Qinghe instantly thought of the heartbreaking love behind this poem and was stunned and fell silent.

Jingse waved the fan in front of her: "Girl?"

Gu Qinghe looked at the young man in green robe holding a bamboo fan in front of him, and said with a smile: "The general idea is that you are at an age of outstanding talent, and you should be a young man in fine clothes and riding a horse."

"Really?" Jing Se put the fan away and smiled, "Then I'll take your good words, young lady."

After hearing Qinghe recite another poem that he didn't understand, Liubai became anxious: "Qinghe, don't read it to him!"

The smile on Jingse's face gradually faded, and he lowered his head and asked Gu Qinghe in a low voice: "Is he your useless brother who always falls down when walking and needs a little girl like you to ask for medicine for him?"

Gu Qinghe listened to this series of attributive modifiers and his mouth twitched: "I guess so."

Although Liu Bai had lost his memory, his hearing was still there. Just when he was about to deny it, he saw Qinghe nodded. He felt sad. He raised his hand and tugged at Gu Qinghe's sleeve: "Qinghe, let's go home."

It's not nice here at all.

I never see Qinghe.

When he met Qinghe, there was also a nasty, ugly and skinny bamboo that was neither blue nor green saying bad things about him.

Liubai was getting anxious and restless, with all the unspeakable bitter emotions coming up. He wanted to vent but was afraid of scaring Qinghe. After secretly admonishing himself to no avail, Liubai could only glare at the bamboo that made him uncomfortable.

"..." Jing Se was innocent, and Jing Se turned around and complained: "Miss Gu, your brother seems to be very hostile to me. I wonder what I did wrong?"

When Gu Qinghe looked over, Liubai was blinking a pair of aggrieved puppy eyes and looking at him blankly.