Clear and Muddy Loss of Love (MTL) (1)

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After a while, Nangong Jingnv owed a gap to her eyes. Seeing that Qi Yan had fallen asleep, she opened her eyes and looked at her secretly.

This life is so delicate, the outlines of the five senses are deep, and the toughness reveals a little softness.

The night of the big wedding night was amazing. She thought it was time to get used to it, but she didn't want to look more and more.

Qi Yan suddenly called: "His Royal Highness?"

Nangong Jingnv closed her eyes immediately and did not respond.

"It's a rare highness to wake up so early, it's better to go to the study room and read in the morning."

Nangong Jingnv put her to sleep to the end, and she had no snoring.

Qi Yan sat up: "My court knows that His Royal Highness did not sleep."

Nangong Jingnv opened her eyes and said angrily, "You were woken up by falling asleep!"

Qi Yan said decisively: "His Royal Highness can still tell the breath when he falls asleep."

This sentence fell into Nangong Jingnv's ears but had another charm, and she sat up frankly.

I don't know since when, his own temper was pinched by Qi Yan ...

In the study, Qi Yan took out a thin book from the bookshelf and handed it to Nangong Jingnv: "His Royal Highness has made rapid progress and can move on to the next stage. From now on, read this book carefully and then explain it. "

Nangong Jingnu poked her lips, she was familiar with the handwriting in the book: "Is this what you wrote?"

"Of the rare scrolls rewarded by His Majesty, he chose a book suitable for His Highness to learn now, and He wrote it down and read it with His Highness."

Nangong Jingnv flipped a few pages. The last time Qi Yan wrote or was in the Shangyuan Festival, but the character of this person has been refined for a few months: the pen's edge disappeared a little elegantly, a little more calm and thick.

It's not hard to see how serious he was when writing these words. The pages used ordinary rice paper without dark grids, but the spacing of each word was not at all different, only a glance was pleasing to the eye.

Nangong Jingnu unconsciously showed a sweet smile, leaned her head and asked, "How many words are there in this book?"

Qi Yan replied without hesitation: "Twenty thousand."

Nangong Jingnu raised her eyebrows: "Remember so clearly?"

"The first teacher once said: read ten thousand volumes and write with a god. The reason why His Highness finds it difficult to explain is because his accumulation is not enough. Fortunately, His Highness is so talented that it is good to memorize dozens of books ..."

"Dozens of books ?!"

Qi Yan's eyes flickered, and he said earnestly: "With the accumulation of this 'more than one million words', Your Highness will surely be able to export a chapter, and be at a loss."

Nangong Jingnv was like a discouraged ball, and her chin was bitter in the face of the book case: "More than a million? This palace is struggling to read, and still has to carry it?"

"As the so-called dripping stone wears, the minister urges His Highness every day to recite some, which will be completed one day."

Qi Yan stared straight into Nangong Jingnu's eyes, her deep eyes seemed to **** her in.