The Paranoid Prince is pretending to be pitiful again [Transmigration Book]

Duan Xingyu looked at the prawns that appeared in the bowl, squeezed the bowl with his fingers a little harder, and then started to be in a daze.

Seeing that he didn't refuse, Xie Shijue picked another piece of sweet and sour pork for him, "This is delicious, try it."

Xie Shijue picked up several dishes in a row and watched him eat them bit by bit, Xie Shijue felt more and more satisfied, and picked them up even more vigorously.

"Xie Shijue." Xie Jinyun called him, "Eat by yourself."

The meat in the bowl was piled high, and the last meatball rolled down on the table because of Xie Shijue's hand shaking.

"Pfft..." Qin Qilan couldn't help laughing, coughed and regained his composure, "Well, there's already so much in the small bowl, don't pinch it. Eat it while it's hot."

Duan Xingyu looked at the small bowls forming a mountain, and couldn't help sighing in his heart. He wanted to stop it, but Xie Jinyun was in the way.

The people around him were really focused on eating, but they just wanted to sneak a glance at him.

Xie Jinyun saw all this.

After lunch, Duan Xingyu went to take a lunch break first.This time a separate room was arranged for him, just like this, but it was difficult for him to fall asleep while lying on the soft bed.

"No prospect, have you forgotten everything I told you earlier?" Xie Jinyun looked at his little nephew with disgust.

Xie Shijue was a little embarrassed. Uncle Wang taught him not to be nice to people blindly, but to play hard to get, so that people would appreciate it. But as soon as he saw that person, he forgot everything. He just wanted to be nice to him and give everything to him. he.

Qin Qilan smiled and said, "Where do children need so many twists and turns to get along? When Shi Jue is so caring, Xiao Yu can definitely feel it."

"But your Uncle Wang is right in one thing. Don't act too hastily. Don't do anything you will regret. You can't eat hot tofu in a hurry, do you understand?"

"Well, I know, so this time I didn't let him sleep with me in the same room..." He said this, which made people feel a little wronged.

Qin Qilan shook his head with a smile, but said, "Well, then let's go first? You get along well these days, don't quarrel, even if you quarrel, you can't fight, you know?"

"Where are you going?"

Qin Qilan stretched out his hand to Xie Jinyun, and the latter naturally took it, "A few days ago, someone repaired the palace, and I have to go back and have a look."

In addition, it is also to create opportunities for the two children.There are elders, always restrained.

Duan Xingyu didn't sleep well, and finally fell into a drowsy sleep, and had another nightmare, dreaming that his ears were touched by something warm, and he thought of Xie Shijue's hand.

But suddenly he felt that someone was biting his ear, wrapping him warmly, softly and wetly.

Of course it was a nightmare for him...

He woke up with a start, and there was no one beside him, it was a dream.

He covered his ears, listening to the thunderous heartbeat, and breathed out a breath of hot air in the early winter afternoon.

"My lord? Is your lord awake? Our Highness is waiting for you in the study."

Duan Xingyu straightened the sleeves turned out, hid the begonia embroidery inside, and washed his face with the hot water brought by Xiaoting.

To go to the study, you have to pass through the backyard. Duan Xingyu glanced at it without any trace when passing by. The inside has been tidied up and restored to be spotless. There is not even a single candle left, as if the scene of that day did not exist.

Although Xiao Ting was small, he was also clever. He sent Duan Xingyu to the door of the study and ran away.

Xie Shijue finally removed those complicated things from the study, he sat upright in front of the desk, and the brush moved freely on the paper.

Confident and chic.

When Duan Xingyu got closer, he realized... what was written here?

"Are you here?" Xie Shijue put down the brush, picked up the paper as if offering a treasure, and showed it to him.

Crooked, like a dog crawling.It's hard to imagine why a prince didn't practice calligraphy well... Duan Xingyu couldn't help but sigh.

But the man didn't feel embarrassed at all, and said frankly, "My calligraphy has always been poor, and my father has also told me many times. He said that the results will be tested during the Chinese New Year, so you have to teach me well."

"It can't be done halfway."

"understood."

When Duan Xingyu was in elementary school, he didn't attend classes and loved to make trouble. In order to prevent him from disturbing other students, the class teacher bought copybooks for him so that he could practice calligraphy.

After Duan Xingyu wrote it, he found it interesting, so he kept practicing, wrote the copybook bought by the head teacher, and bought it with his own money.Hard-tipped calligraphy was practiced from elementary school to junior high school, and then I was not satisfied, so I practiced brush calligraphy again.

He didn't know anything else, but he only knew that Wang Xizhi was a great calligrapher, so he bought his copybooks and copied them.He didn't do too much research, he just wrote, and the more he wrote, the more he looked decent.

He has never learned calligraphy systematically, and he doesn't know how to teach it, so he only follows his own ideas.I recited the preface to the Lanting collection at home, and wrote it down from the beginning to the end, planning to let Xie Shijue copy it first.

Xie Shijue took a look, and his eyes lit up.

Duan Xingyu knew what he was going to say, and preemptively said, "I didn't write it, I copied it casually, you should copy it first."

He put the preface of the Lanting collection under the rice paper, "You don't need to write out the outline, just make your characters stand up."

"... Oh." Xie Shijue curled his lips, but after all he started to copy seriously.

Xie Shijue stood upright, not daring to relax his arms between strokes, and stubbornly smudged to the side when his hands trembled wrongly, insisting on covering up all the strokes written by Duan Xingyu.

After writing on half a sheet of paper, it was already full of lumps of stuff, Duan Xingyu couldn't bear to read it anymore, but he couldn't bear to criticize him because he lowered his eyebrows and wrote very seriously.

He sighed softly.

Xie Shijue's hand paused, and the ink smeared again. He tilted his head to look at it for a while, and finally he seemed embarrassed, so he changed a piece of paper and spread it on top.

He moved his wrist and complained in a low voice, "I think other people teach calligraphy by hand..."

"People have their own habits when writing, and I can't get used to it for a while..."

Duan Xingyu was standing behind him and looked at him. When he heard this, his heart moved. When he realized it, he was already close to his back, holding his hand from back to front.

"I..." Xie Shijue was speechless for a moment, the hand holding the pen tightened, feeling the people behind him were very close to him, the breath of his whole body enveloped him, and his body unconsciously tensed up.

Duan Xingyu was a little annoyed, but his hand had already touched it, and it seemed too pretentious to move away. He quietly moved a little to the side, and said indifferently, "I will take you to write a few words first, and I probably found the feeling of using the pen." Enough."

"En." Xie Shijue didn't dare to move, his voice was like a mosquito, and his hands were frozen waiting for him to move.

Duan Xingyu moved his hand slightly, and deliberately kept a distance from him, unable to exert himself, "Relax."

Xie Shijue's ears were crisp, and his movements became even stiffer.

As he spoke, he took him to write a few words, and in the end he wrote a whole piece of paper. Xie Shijue was steaming from writing, and Duan Xingyu's limbs were sore from writing.

For the first time, Duan Xingyu felt that writing was also a physical activity.

Xie Shijue laid out another layer of paper, as if he still wanted more, but found that the person behind him took a step back.

Duan Xingyu put his hands behind his back and turned his wrists, "Okay, write the rest yourself."

Xie Shijue had practiced calligraphy for a few days, but when he wrote it himself, his handwriting was crooked, and he could only catch his eyes when he taught him by hand.

Trying every means to get him to learn well, but to no avail, Duan Xingyu is almost at the end of his rope.

He thought to himself what kind of suffering in the world this is, and searched for a feasible solution in his mind, thinking about it, his thoughts drifted away again.

After staying here for a few days, she ran into Wei Ling when passing by the garden by chance. She just looked at him from a distance, didn't speak, and fled most of the time.

Duan Xingyu had a weird feeling in his heart, he always felt that he was the one occupying the magpie's nest, but he really hadn't seen Xie Shijue get close to her in the past few days, could it be that he was tired of it?

I can't think of a reason just by thinking about it, and the direct result is that my spirits are not good the next day.

Xiao Ting came to wait for him to wash, seeing that he couldn't open his eyes, and thoughtfully prepared a towel for him to cover his eyes.

"Thank you." Duan Xingyu sighed while enjoying the comfortable warmth with his eyes closed.

Xiao Ting quickly waved his hand, but realized that he couldn't see it, "My lord, you don't need to thank Xiao Ting, Your Highness asked me to serve you well."

"Hmm." He put his fingers on the towel, "You've been here with me recently, so who will serve your highness?" Wei Ling?

"Of course it's brother Xiaorui."

"En." Duan Xingyu didn't know who Xiaorui was, and asked again, "What about Miss Wei Ling? Doesn't she serve His Highness?"

"No! Your Highness doesn't let women touch him. Brother Xiaorui and I used to serve His Highness."

"Don't let women touch it?" Duan Xingyu was a little surprised, "Why does Miss Wei Ling..."

"Didn't he like her?" Duan Xingyu thought in his heart, perhaps because he didn't have too many scruples in front of Xiaoting, he actually said it out.

Xiao Ting naturally knew Sister Wei Ling's feelings for His Royal Highness, but he also knew that His Highness was only good to Second Young Master Duan, "I like it, but King Xiang has no intentions for a dream goddess!"

Is that what you said?Xiao Ting had heard His Highness the Tenth Prince say this before, so he started to learn, that is, it should be said differently, Goddess has a dream, but King Xiang has no heart?He doesn't quite understand, but Second Young Master Duan should be able to understand.

What the child didn't know was that the meaning of these words completely changed when Duan Xingyu heard them.

Is it because you can't love it?

Xiao Ting, who cheated His Royal Highness without knowing it, happily ran out with hot water.

Duan Xingyu came to Xie Shijue's room for dinner with a serious face, and saw Xiaoting dancing in front of Xie Shijue, talking happily, and when he saw him coming, he immediately fell silent, bowed and ran away up.

Xie Shijue's expression was not good, he sent all the servants in the house to serve him porridge himself.

The porridge made with chicken soup was full of fragrance, and the embellishment of green onion and ginger was just right. Duan Xingyu was also hungry, so he immersed himself in drinking it without much hesitation.

Food can heal everything, and the heart will not be so blocked after drinking.

After he finished his last sip, he looked up to see Xie Shijue staring at him like a torch.

"Go do your own thing today, stop practicing."

Xie Shijue stared at him and pulled his face down, "Why?"

"You don't teach me anymore?"

"I told you not to give up halfway!"

"This is the order of the father, you want to..."