After rebirth, I rejected the Regent, but he pursued me instead

"me?"

Jiang Wanyu pointed at herself and looked around.

At this moment, everyone's eyes were focused on Jiang Wanyu.

"Your Highness, if you need to grind ink, I will give it to you. Why do you need to trouble Miss Jiang to give it to you?"

Mr. Xu said.

"That's right, that's right. Why should I give you ink? Don't you have hands?"

Jiang Wanyu looked up and said.

"Because you promised me that you would serve me."

"serve?"

Qingxuan and Xu Lao looked at each other in surprise.

"Your Highness, what's going on? Didn't you bring Miss Jiang to your residence to avoid the limelight? Why are you serving her?"

Mr. Xu was stunned, but Song Qiyan just said it lightly.

"I changed my mind."

What do you mean by changing your mind? I think he is deliberately causing trouble for me because of the matter of Huaxiu Pavilion.

Jiang Wanyu was ashamed.

"You all should leave now. Miss Jiang will serve me for the next few days. Isn't that right, Miss Jiang?"

Song Qi Yan curled the corners of his mouth and looked up at Jiang Wanyu.

Jiang Wanyu could only smile awkwardly and nodded in agreement, and then the stunned Mr. Xu was carried down by Qingxuan.

There were only two people left in the room.

"What are you still standing there for? Come and grind the ink."

"I'm coming!"

Hearing this, Jiang Wanyu had no choice but to walk over and sit down next to Song Qiyan.

First, he dripped a drop of water, then took out the ink block and started grinding it repeatedly on the inkstone.

Fortunately, Jiang Wanyu had learned calligraphy before, so this little task was not difficult for her. Soon, the inkstone was filled with ink.

"Well, that's it."

"not enough."

Song Qi Yan just waved his ink brush without even looking at it, and found a large inkstone from somewhere and pushed it to Jiang Wanyu.

Looking at the big inkstone, Jiang Wanyu felt dizzy.

How long will it take me to grind this?

"Song Qiyan, you did this on purpose!"

Hearing this, Song Qiyan curled the corners of his mouth and said with a hint of ruffian.

"It was on purpose."

"you……"

"What do you mean by 'I'? Miss Jiang, do you want to stop managing Huaxiu Pavilion?"

"I... I am not writing properly!"

Jiang Wanyu swallowed her breath. This guy was so petty, how could he be a good person?

Although he was very dissatisfied, he still started to wipe off the seemingly endless ink.

Seeing this, Song Qi Yan curled his lips in satisfaction, and then began to deal with the piles of memorials.

After a while, they both fell silent, and the sound of grinding ink and writing drifted faintly in the room.

Jiang Wanyu secretly raised her eyes and looked at the serious man.

Her eyelashes were very long, like a pair of butterfly wings, fluttering as the pages of the book turned.

Those eyes were so serious and charming that Jiang Wanyu was fascinated from time to time.

This guy is quite good-looking when he is quiet, like a talented and elegant young man.

Just as she was thinking about it, her eyes darkened and she looked in her direction.

Jiang Wanyu panicked and almost dropped the ink in her hand, but fortunately Song Qiyan held her hand in time.

The man's warmth passed through her hand and into Jiang Wanyu's heart. He was so close to her that it seemed as if he could hear her panicked heart.

Before she could come to her senses, Song Qiyan whispered in her ear, "Focus."

In an instant, my heart skipped a beat.

After a moment of hesitation, Yu Jie regained consciousness. Song Qi Yan had already let go of her hand and adjusted his sitting position.

"If you can't even do this little thing, what's the use of you?"

"..."

In an instant, the heart that was beating everywhere seemed like a pool of stagnant water.

“Don’t you know I have ADHD?”

"What disease?"

"You don't understand even if I tell you."

"........."

Then the two fell silent again.

Jiang Wanyu was so bored looking at the dark ink that she started talking again, "Hey, Song Qiyan, come talk to me. It's so boring. Don't you think it would be better if someone talked to you while you were dealing with the scroll?"

"I don't think so. It will only distract me."

"........."

You can't tell that Song Qiyan is quite career-oriented.

Thinking about this, Jiang Wanyu began to sing to herself.

"Every time, again, you slowly come closer~"

"Tell me, it's all proof of heartbeat (Proof of Heartbeat)~"

"What are you humming? It's so noisy."

Song Qiyan frowned slightly and said impatiently.

"You old antique, of course you don't know anything."

Jiang Wanyu just sang to herself. Music can always bring fun when you are bored.

"Old antique?"

Since this guy fell into the water, not only has he become more cunning, but he has also had more weird things in his mind.

"Forget it, stop singing, I'll just talk to you."

Song Qi Yan shook his head helplessly. He couldn't let her keep singing.

"Okay. Let me ask you first, how old are you?"

"twenty."

"What do you like to do?"

"Taking care of important matters, horseback riding and archery."

"Do you like me?"

"?"

Song Qiyan, Yu Jie raised her head slightly, paused the pen in her hand, and then replied, "I don't like it."

"Is that so? Then you can try not to hate me in the future."

"Why?"

Song Qiyan turned his gaze to Jiang Wanyu's face.

The girl smiled brightly.

"Because you will get to know a new Jiang Wanyu in the future."

"what?"

Song Qiyan paused, not knowing why Jiang Wanyu said that.

At this moment, Jiang Wanyu suddenly approached, brushed her slender hand across his cheek, and smiled softly, "My Lord, there is something on your face."

"?"

Song Qiyan was stunned for a few seconds.

The wind blew Jiang Wanyu's hair. The girl had white teeth and red lips, and looked clever and charming. That was the first time Song Qiyan looked directly at Jiang Wanyu.

"Okay, it's down."

In Jiang Wanyu's palm, she held a piece of cotton wool that had floated in at some point in time.

"Oh."

Song Qi Yan just said it calmly, but Ke Xin's heart was beating abnormally.

What is wrong with me?

"My Lord, I have finished giving you the ink, I can go now."

Jiang Wanyu blinked her big eyes in front of Song Qiyan.

"Well... you go."

"Okay, I'll leave right away."

His heart was not yet calm, so Song Qiyan did not embarrass Jiang Wanyu any further and let her go.

Looking at that cheerful figure, recalling those bright eyes.

When did Jiang Wanyu become like this?

Strange and kind of... endearing?

Just as he was hesitating, Qingxuan walked in with a pile of memorials.

"Your Majesty, this is the memorial sent today."

"Just put it there."

"Yes."

Qingxuan put down all the memorials and then raised his eyes.

But at that moment, Qingxuan couldn't help laughing.

"Qingxuan, when have I ever taught you to be so ignorant of etiquette?"

Song Qi Yan glanced at him secretly, very puzzled.

Qing Xuan immediately retracted his smile stiffly, his face flushed, and he suppressed his smile, barely stabilizing his demeanor and said, "Your Majesty, please forgive me, there is something on your face..."

"Atonement? Something? What?"

Song Qi Yan raised his head and looked at Qing Xuan, becoming more and more confused.

Qing Xuan slowly opened his mouth and said

"It says...'Turtle'..."

.........