Princess 1.8 meters

Shen Zhi had been diligently working in the kitchen for more than half a month. He had just established a good relationship with the two cooks and established a deep friendship. Even if he was lazy, he would not be said anything. He hadn't enjoyed it for two days, and Ah Jiu came again.

Ah Jiu grinned: "Mr. Shen, congratulations."

Shen Zhi showed vigilance.

Ah Jiu knew what he had been busy with for the past half month, and his face flushed with suppressed laughter, imitating the serious airs that Shen sometimes put on on purpose, and said: "His Highness saw you working hard, so he specially transferred you. The study room, from now on I will be responsible for cleaning the study room and grinding ink for His Highness, so I will be much more free."

Shen Zhi said: "..."

From a toilet sweeper to a backyard sweeper, and then from a kitchen worker to a study boy, there are fewer and fewer opportunities to be lazy, and Shen Zhi can't wait to show his head that he doesn't need this kind of "promotion".

The listless Shen Zhi stepped into the study half dead, and looked up at the capricious Highness Princess.

Most of the time in the mansion, Her Royal Highness Princess only wears her hair loosely in a bun, wears dark casual clothes, looks cold and calm, and her aura is very comparable to others, but when she sits there, she has a condescending sense of majesty when looking at people.

Shen Zhi felt that Jiang Heng was born with the wrong gender more than once.

Excluding King Zhao, there are three other princes under His Majesty's knees. The current crown prince was born to His Majesty's wife who died young before he inherited the throne. At first, he was raised by Empress Du. After Empress Du died four years ago, he was handed over to Concubine Chang Gui upbringing.

The crown prince is cowardly, if it wasn't for what happened four years ago, the crown prince should be King Zhao.

The other two kings had already left the capital, Shen Zhi vaguely remembered that one of them was born to Concubine Chang Gui and was the youngest, the Holy Majesty seemed to like him quite a lot, but he had no impression of the other.

If Her Royal Highness is a man, the crown prince should belong to him anyway.

Shen Zhi stared at Jiang Heng for a while, and realized that he was thinking too much, so he looked slightly solemn, and bowed to Jiang Heng: "Your Highness."

Jiang Heng let out a "hmm", only raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his jaw: "Grinding ink."

Shen Zhi reluctantly paced over, rolled up his sleeves and rubbed ink resignedly.

He lowered his head, his expression seemed serious, but in fact he had already lost his mind.

Jiang Heng glanced at him, saw that he was distracted, frowned slightly, looked down to see his wrist and the red rope, and the frown relaxed again.

Shen was considered spoiled and pampered when he was a child, but he is even more lazy when he grows up, he refuses to go out easily, has almost never been exposed to the sun, his skin is so tender and fair that water can be squeezed out, and Bai Shengsheng's forearm is dangling in front of Jiang Heng Going, causing him to be restless and to look sideways frequently.

The thin white wrist is lined by the red rope, as if carved from beautiful jade.

Jiang Heng's throat tightened, and he was silent for a moment, fearing that Shen Zhi would notice something strange, he silently moved closer to the desk.

He suddenly regretted that he was too impatient, just put Shen Zhi in the study like this, he really couldn't calm down.

However, Shen Zhi didn't realize it, he was still grinding the ink slowly, his dazzlingly white wrist moved back and forth in front of his eyes.

Jiang Heng couldn't read the book anymore, closed his eyes and took a deep breath, then suddenly stretched out his hand to grab Shen Zhi's wrist.

Shen Zhi raised his eyebrows, dodged like a loach, successfully escaped from the clutches of Her Royal Highness Jingui, and stepped back, somewhat puzzled: "What's wrong?"

"Someone came to the palace yesterday." Jiang Heng's hand froze, and then he pretended nothing happened, slowly withdrew his hand, and said in a flat tone, "Father thinks it's not good for me to stay in the mansion all day."

Shen Zhi thought to himself: All fathers in the world are like this.

His father also felt that he was an eyesore in the house all day long, so he couldn't wait to find an errand and stuff him here.

Jiang Heng continued: "There are some famous ladies in Beijing who have set up a poetry hall. Every month at the end of the month, they will gather in Baihuayuan to recite poems."

"Well, I have heard a little bit about it."

Jiang Heng was expressionless: "Father asked me to go and learn to blend in with them."

Shen Zhi didn't think there was anything wrong with His Majesty's words, Jiang Heng was indeed too withdrawn, and it would be nice to make a few close friends at the poetry meeting, why his expression was a little...distorted?

After pondering for a while, Shen Zhi smiled and said: "At that time, some young talents will be invited to join in the fun. Your Highness is going down, maybe you will meet someone you like."

Jiang Heng's long eyelashes trembled slightly, he was silent for a moment, and continued to be expressionless: "I heard that you will be invited every time?"

Shen Zhi didn't bother to ask the princess where he heard this, and said sincerely: "Your Highness is not interested in these things, so I went there once."

"...your confidante will also go this time." Jiang Heng was probably too embarrassed to hear more, swallowed what he heard at the beginning, his tone was still flat, but his eyes were fixed on Shen Zhi's face.

Shen Zhi was at a loss for a moment before he realized who he was talking about, and he was hesitating how to explain it, Jiang Heng calmly made a decision: "You will accompany me tomorrow, you should also want to see your beauty confidant."

Shen Zhi was horrified by his plain but chilling tone.

Your Highness who is moody...why are you so angry?

But Jiang Heng stopped staring at Shen Zhi, lowered his eyes again, twisted a page of the book with his slender fingers, crossed his hands unconsciously, and said slowly: "I know you will feel sleepy at noon every day, go to bed Go to sleep."

Shen Zhi hesitated for a moment.

"Do you want me to order you?"

No matter how dull Shen Zhi was, he could still notice that Jiang Heng had been talking to him for a long time, all using "I", and suddenly his teeth became sore, he didn't dare to think too much, he quickly huddled on the soft couch and lay down and pretended to be dead.

It's just that he can usually fall asleep as soon as he touches the pillow and closes his eyes, but today it's a bit weird, Shen Zhi stared at Jiang Heng's back in a daze, unable to fall asleep for life or death.

Jiang Heng's occasional weird behavior was still echoing in his mind.

Shen Zhi thought about it, and raised his delicate long eyebrows.

Let him be more affectionate, Her Royal Highness doesn't really have a crush on him, does she?

Shen Zhi squinted his eyes, and said in a low voice: "Does Your Highness have someone in mind?"

Jiang Heng's back was visibly stiff, and then he calmly said "um".

"...Since you like that person, why don't you tell His Majesty to marry him?"

Jiang Heng was silent for a long time, and said lightly: "It's far away...untouchable."

Shen Zhi immediately felt relieved.

Sure enough, he thought too much.

He was relieved, but he still couldn't fall asleep. He stared blankly at Jiang Heng. Jiang Heng stared blankly at the book, but couldn't read it. After an unknown amount of time, Jiang Heng called out in a low voice, "Shen Jinghe."

Shen Zhi just felt a little sleepy, he was unwilling to answer, and simply pretended that he was asleep and didn't hear.

Jiang Heng called twice, but seeing no response, he got up and walked to the side of the couch, picked up the thin quilt and covered him, stared at him for a while, until he heard footsteps outside, then he was silent. He quietly returned to the desk.

Before the door was knocked, Jiang Heng lowered his voice and said, "Come in."

Shen Zhi, who pretended to be asleep, was in a complicated mood, with a strange sense of guilt.

Your Highness is really... considerate.

The people outside pushed the door and entered directly, bent over and were about to speak, but were coldly slammed by Jiang Heng, their voice was still low, with a kind of low-pitched magnetism that only men have: "Speak softly. .”

Fei Qing was taken aback, and quickly glanced at the person lying on the soft couch, his complexion suddenly became unsightly, and he suppressed it again, and said in a low voice: "This subordinate has seen His Highness."

Jiang Heng said "hmm": "Have you found it?"

"Found it." Fei Qing couldn't help but look at Shen Zhi who was on the couch again, with a hesitant expression.

Jiang Heng said: "It's okay."

Fei Qing had no choice but to say: "Sure enough, there are spies in Beizhen Fusi. If there is no accident, it should be the person who was found by Nanzhen Fusi from outside. The Holy Majesty seems to really plan to investigate thoroughly this time, but the clues are broken cleanly. I knew there was a problem, but I couldn't find anything."

In other words, the emperor didn't want to really investigate for his hapless daughter just yet.

Fei Qing naturally did not dare to speak out.

"What about people?"

"It was found that he had left the capital, and his subordinates followed him all the way. After chasing him for a few days, they finally caught up with him. It's just..." Fei Qing raised his eyebrows uneasy, and buried his head even lower, "He has already died in a ruined temple. , there were some silver scattered around me, and I carried tens of thousands of taels of banknotes on my body. The subordinate took it back and checked the ticket numbers with Liu Yu, and it was fake."

Jiang Heng paused, knocking on the table with his fingers, but the focus was not on the dead man: "Fake bank notes?"

Seeing that his attention was diverted, Fei Qing took out a bank note from her pocket and handed it to the desk.

As early as the 15th year of Xuanhe, the imperial court issued official banknotes, which were generally larger in denomination than banknotes printed by banks. They were all stamped with the official seal of the Ministry of Household Affairs, but they were rarely printed and distributed, and most of them were used for public affairs such as purchasing grain and grass. It is generally used by big merchants or officials and family members, and will be recycled at the end of the year.

Jiang Heng picked up the court bank note and looked at it repeatedly for a while, then sneered: "They really ate the courage of the bear."

Fei Qing bowed his head and remained silent.

Jiang Heng didn't say anything more, nodded and said: "It's hard work, let's go down and rest."

Fei Qing hesitated to speak, but Jiang Heng guessed what he wanted to say, and said calmly: "It's him, let's go down."

It's only three things, Jiang Heng said it twice, Fei Qing didn't dare to disobey again, and closed the door lightly before leaving the study.

Shen Zhi, who was caught off guard by hearing these things, felt complicated.

He lay quietly, thinking desperately: why on earth did I lie here and pretend to be dead.

Ah Jiu, Ah Jiu, you go out to run errands, buy things, you have traveled far enough, the purchases are really extraordinary, you are worthy of the position of the first-class guard with a knife in the imperial court.

After thinking about it messily, Shen Zhi was still in the uneasiness of knowing the big secret, and when he finally forced himself to fall asleep, his cheek was suddenly poked by something warm and cool.

Shen Zhi: "..."

He tried his best to relax his limbs and did not dare to move, then he felt his face was pinched again, Her Royal Highness seemed to find it amused, pinched and pinched for a while, Shen Zhi opened his eyes unbearably.

Jiang Heng withdrew his hand: "Ken opened his eyes?"

Shen Zhi was shocked into a cold sweat, with a good-natured smile on his face, he said in a warm voice: "After being rubbed by you like this, no matter how hard I slept, Xiaguan would wake up."

Jiang Heng snorted softly from his nasal cavity, stared at him for a while, then turned around and went back to sit down: "Come and polish the ink when you wake up."

The author has something to say:

Jiang Heng: Actually, I just want to pinch his face.