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Seeing that she couldn't get away with it, Meng Jiao had no choice but to lower her head in disappointment and opened the paper bag.

"Okay, sir, I was wrong, okay? Although it wasn't intentional, I brought it to you because I thought it was good. I'm not lying this time, my kids don't like sweets."

Zishu Hexuan slowly withdrew his gaze and lowered his head without responding, but he did not stop her from pushing the paper bag towards him.

Sensing that he had calmed down a little, Meng Jiao took advantage of him and pinched a piece of cake, then laid on the desk and fed it to his lips.

"Try it? They also added lotus paste, which is said to prevent indigestion and help with sleep."

His sight was blocked, so Zishu Hexuan had to stop writing.

But thinking that she didn't understand why he was angry, he sighed and started talking.

"I sent you a letter at noon. Can you tell me what it means? Do you think I am meddling in your affairs?"

After taking back the square cake, Meng Jiao finally realized that he actually cared about this, and was a little confused for a moment.

"No, what did I do wrong? You wrote it clearly in the letter and even told me the arrangements, so I should have just said I knew and followed your instructions. What's the problem?"

Seeing her sincere face, Zishu Hexuan was stunned. He carefully recalled what he wrote in the letter, frowned and his tone softened a lot.

"But, I remember the original words in the letter were if you believe..."

After feeding the person the square cake for a long time but seeing no one eating it, Meng Jiao simply sat down and stuffed the cake into her own mouth.

When she heard him say that, she didn't hesitate at all and continued,

"Yes, I believe it and I do it. What's wrong?"

Hearing this, Zishu Hexuan was confused for a moment, and a dazed expression appeared on his face. Looking at Mengjiao's as if nothing had happened, he tried to find some signs that she was lying.

But after a long time, the man had swallowed two more pieces of cake, and he still couldn't find any flaws.

"why?"

This question made Meng Jiao frown, blinked her eyes and stuffed another piece of square cake into her mouth.

Not to mention, in addition to lotus paste, this pastry also contains something crunchy, which becomes more delicious the more you chew it.

"what why?"

Zishu Hexuan was helpless, and inexplicably felt like he was being led by her.

"Why should I believe you? You and I have different positions. We may even be enemies in the future."

After swallowing the cake in her mouth, Meng Jiao picked up the only cup of tea on the table and smoothed her throat, waving her hand nonchalantly.

"Yeah, that's right, I won't believe it next time."

Zishu Hexuan found that he was no longer offended by her drinking tea from the cup he had used.

"Speak properly, or you won't be able to take away these couplets written by me."

Hearing this, Meng Jiao lowered her head and took a quick look to find that what he said was actually true.

In other words, this person was obviously angry, but he still endured the unhappiness and wrote these things?

Who said that His Royal Highness Prince Jing has an arrogant temperament? He is clearly just an arrogant raccoon slave who just needs to be petted.

"Bo~Prince, you are very cute, I like you."

Zishu Hexuan stretched out his hand to block her face from kissing him again, and he was annoyed that he could have avoided it but subconsciously did not move.

"Forget it, I am tired."

As soon as he finished speaking, he stood up and was about to leave. Meng Jiao quickly reached out her hand and held his.

"Okay, okay, I'm serious, come back and sit down first."

Zishu Hexuan turned his head and looked at her with a sullen face, neither answering nor turning around, as if he would turn around and leave if what she said did not satisfy him.

Meng Jiao felt itchy, and resisted the urge to continue teasing him, so she took his hand and held it tightly despite his struggle.

"He Xuan, you don't have to test me. The Qin family has never had any intention of rebelling against Zhou Yuan.

No matter how the imperial power changes, there has never been, will never be, and will never be.

So, you and I will never be enemies, do you understand?"

His throat seemed to be clogged with cotton. He wanted to question her, but when he met her frank eyes, he was speechless.

She pinched and rubbed the calluses on his middle finger joints that had formed from holding a pen for a long time. Seeing that he had no reaction, Meng Jiao wondered if she should find him something to protect his hands.

"As for why I trust you, He Xuan, you have no reason to harm me now, at least not yet.

As for the future, I will work hard to make you reluctant to lay hands on me."

Zishu Hexuan still didn't believe it. When he came back to his senses, what he was thinking had already come out of his mouth.

"You really don't care that I'm a royal?"

"Ah, so this is why you were avoiding answering my feelings yesterday even though you clearly had feelings for me."

When he said this, Zishu Hexuan had already regretted it. Now he was at a loss for what to do after hearing her reply. He had no choice but to change the subject.

"No, it's getting late. You should take it back as soon as I finish writing. There's not much time left until Mid-Autumn Festival."

As he said this, he sat back at his desk, picked up his brush and continued writing.

Meng Jiao was unwilling to accept this after talking for so long. She chased him, supported the desk with one hand and pinched his chin with the other to turn him around.

"He Xuan, although I have no experience in relationships, I know that love is love and suitability is suitability.

You should know that I am still alive today, I must be someone who weighs the pros and cons like you, but I don't want to go against you."

"It's noon now. I have to attend the morning court at dawn..."

...

"Oh my god, I forgot about this. Are you still going to write? If not, go back and have a rest."

Knowing that she intended to back down and stop asking questions, Zishu Hexuan turned back and touched the ink again uncomfortably, but in fact he was in a state of confusion.

"I can't finish writing...I can't sleep."

After hearing what he said, Meng Jiao sat back down opposite him, picking up the cakes and taking a bite out of boredom.

"How about we chat while writing?"

Seeing that there were only two square cakes left in the paper bag, Zishu Hexuan was speechless for a moment.

This person said that she bought it for him, but she ate it all herself.

"hungry."

Meng Jiao handed the cake to her flatteringly, not caring that she had already bitten half of it.

"Eat if you want. Write more after you eat. I'm worried about this matter. I don't know who to cram for at the last minute."

"I want new ones."

"Eat it or not, don't regret it if I don't feed you with my hands."

......

Zishu Hexuan opened his lips and bit half of the piece into his mouth. Feeling the temperature of the man's fingertips, his hand writing became slower and slower...

Seeing that feeding him cakes would always interfere with his sight, Meng Jiao simply turned behind him and broke off the cakes to feed him bit by bit, occasionally putting a small piece in her own mouth.

But this way I couldn't see Zishu He Xuan's handsome face, so I could only focus on the couplets he wrote.

"You have written a lot, and I would like to borrow two ounces of ink from the world...

Um, two ounces is not enough, so I’ll give you four ounces. How do I respond?"

Zishu He Xuan's expression froze for a moment, but he kept moving his pen. Finally, he pretended not to hear anything.

"Why, that's not right.

Then I'll change to another one, we'll be together through thick and thin...

The tone is opposite, eh, there are wives and concubines, and there are wives and concubines in groups, hehe."

So, a piece of rice paper suddenly had a little more ink...

Meng Jiao was puzzled when she saw this.

"It's not right again?"

"Yes, it's hard work to feed the cakes, why don't you go and take a rest over there?"

"I'm not tired. I can still get it right. I'm sure I can get the next sentence right. I bet the dead tree will sprout..."

"Qin Mengjiao!"

"Okay, I'll shut up."

The despised Meng Jiao scratched her head and returned to her seat. She was afraid of disturbing him again, so she could only find another brush and draw boringly.

Only after he had finished writing did she stand up to help dry the ink and carefully put away what he had written.

Rubbing his brows tiredly, Zishu Hexuan also stood up and prepared to leave the study. Unexpectedly, as soon as he stood up, someone gently pressed the back of his neck.

"My Lord, I will be going to the palace the day after tomorrow, so I won't be here tomorrow night. Remember to think of me."

Zishu Hexuan's heartbeat, which had finally calmed down, started beating again, and his eyes were fixed on the red lips in front of him, unable to move away.

After a while, he resigned himself to his fate and said "yes", leaning down to press down.

"Three days. Ridiculous."