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Chapter 45 I want to be a princess today too 2
Qi Hanchuan's eyes passed through many obstacles, locked on the young man who hastily lowered his head in the crowd, and stayed for a moment on that half of the terrifying side face.
The owner of the museum was taken aback when he heard the unexpected answer, with more cold sweat on his head, and hurriedly asked: "Why did the lord ask him? But when did he offend the lord?"
Eleven behind him said coldly: "Just find it, don't ask too much."
"Yes, yes." The owner of the museum wiped his sweat, and was about to send the people around him to look for it, but the regent above him whispered softly: "I found it."
Qi Hanchuan stood up and walked in front of the young man.
First a pair of black boots appeared in Jinchun Hangluo's sight, and then a large, thick palm with well-defined fingers, and the slightly calloused palm facing upwards, was held in front of his eyes.
This is the palm of a pair of martial arts practitioners.
Jinchun's expression was dazed and sluggish for a while, and when he met those pair of Ruohanxing, but there was a little warmth in his eyes, he put his hand on it in a strange way, and let the other party pull him up.
The owner of the hall looked back and found that the regent did not seem to have any grudges against Jinchun, but instead took the initiative to help Jinchun up. His expression and attitude were much gentler than his attitude towards them, as if they knew each other.
This is more terrible than hatred!The lame foot passed by this spring, the owner felt dizzy and fell to the ground.
"My lord, my lord." Jin Chun stood up and regained his sanity, and the hand that was passed was very stiff.
Qi Hanchuan pulled him up and let go of his hand, his slightly cool eyes swept across the curator on the ground, making his scalp tingle.
Remembering what he did to Jinchun, the owner of the museum was sweating profusely, and hurriedly kowtowed and begged for mercy: "My lord, please forgive me! Caomin didn't know Jinchun knew you, a noble person, he scratched his face himselfโ"
"Eleven." Qi Hanchuan interrupted him, and waited for Eleven to gag the owner's mouth neatly and let him be taken away. Then he looked at the panicked crowd and said, "Remember, there has never been aThe person called Jinchun."
"My lord is right!" Everyone in the hall understood and said in unison.
...
The beauty-loving Prince Regent went to the Nanfeng Hall on the first day he came to Xizhou City. He didn't see the top card, but instead punished the owner of the hall. The story of taking an unknown beauty away spread throughout Xizhou City within a short while.
There were various speculations, only the Prince Regent's concubine eloped to the south of the Yangtze River with others, and the rumors of the Prince Regent's arrest were the most, and it was very loud.
At this moment, Qi Hanchuan was sitting in the study, listening to Shi Yi, the owner of the disposal hall, tell him those rumors.
"My lord, it must be that someone in the hall didn't control his mouth that day, do you want to?" Eleven made a gesture of wiping his neck.
"Could there be any characteristics of this spring's name?" Qi Hanchuan looked at the letter from the capital, and received a negative answer after Shi Shi's hesitation.
He glanced at the ten lines in his hand and the old emperor asked him if he could adapt to Xizhou City, but secretly urged him to quickly find the letter from the prince returning to the palace, put it in an oil lamp and burn it. The flame quickly ignited and swallowed the entire secret letter.
Qi Hanchuan ordered: "Reply in a few days to inform the capital that there are not many clues to find the prince, and it will take some time."
Nodding at eleven o'clock, I had expected the prince's delay in finding the prince: "The matter of finding the prince is the next thing. The prince can find more beauties in the south of the Yangtze River."
Qi Hanchuan's pause reminded him that everyone knows that the original owner likes beauties. Although they are only used as pets for fun, they can't change their taste overnight.
Qi Hanchuan asked: "Here, what does the doctor say?"
Eleven knew that the prince was referring to Jinchun who had just brought back, and shook his head and said, "The legs and feet can be healed, but the injury on the face is too deep, and the people who did it were too ruthless. It depends on the follow-up recovery."
Qi Hanchuan lowered his eyes in thought, and said for a while: "Use the best medicine, and tomorrow I will invite some masters who teach poetry, books, rituals and music."
Eleven never questioned his master's orders, even if he had doubts, he still bowed his head respectfully.
After the others left, Qi Hanchuan sat for a while, bought a healing potion in the system mall, got up and left the study.
It was dark outside the house, Qi Hanchuan stopped the servants carrying lanterns from following, and walked all the way to Jinchun's courtyard.
This house was specially placed by Zhizhou when he heard that the regent was visiting the south. The vermilion green tiles, the pavilions and terraces are very gorgeous, and the peach blossom trees in full bloom are interspersed with each other.
The courtyard where he lives this spring is some distance away from his main courtyard, in the cleanest South Garden.
When Qi Hanchuan walked to Nanyuan, the butler arranged by Zhizhou happened to come out of the main hall. When he saw him, he was taken aback and saluted him.
Qi Hanchuan stepped into the main hall, and Jinchun was indeed there, holding a book in his hand and a veil on the table, sitting blankly, seeing him coming in, the book in his hand was like a hot potato, as if he wanted toHidden, the tips of the ears, as white as jade, were bleeding red.
"My lord." Clutching the book tightly, Jinchun finished his ceremony, looking at Qi Hanchuan with confusion in his eyes.
Qi Hanchuan couldn't help but fixate on the book in his hand, and asked, "What are you reading?"
He remembered that this spring seemed illiterate.
"It's nothing." Jinchun put away the book stiffly, a little uncomfortable, and asked tentatively: "My lord...why did you bring me back?"
It was the first time the Prince Regent went to Jiangnan, and he was sure they had never met before, so why could he say his name at that time?...I'm afraid made a special trip to find him.
Qi Hanchuan raised his hand slightly, and the waiting maids in the room retreated one after another, and the doors and windows were also closed.
Thinking of the housekeeper's words, Jinchun tightened his fingers suddenly, and took a step back quietly vigilantly.
"It's because of me."
Qi Hanchuan didn't tell the truth. His status as a handyman to a prince spans too much. He doesn't understand anything this spring. He needs to be guided step by step. It won't be too late when he grows up.
He strolled to the table, poured half a cup of tea with his back to Jinchun, poured the healing potion into it and mixed it, and then handed it to Jinchun: "I will take you back to Beijing in a few months, and you will know by then, how many wives will there be tomorrowCome to teach you rites, music, poetry and books, learn with your heart."
Jinchun stared at the tea for a while, then glanced at Qi Hanchuan.
Qi Hanchuan raised his eyebrows and looked at him: "You don't know if your mouth is dry?"
It was only this spring that I realized that my lips were extremely dry, but today I had ups and downs, my heart was beating up and down, and I had countless thoughts, how could I even think about drinking water?
Knowing that people can't refuse under the eaves, this spring gritted his teeth, took the tea and drank it in one gulp, if the tea is really...
Determination flashed in his eyes, even if he died, he would not let people play with him at will.
The tea is clear and sweet, and the throat is moisturized after drinking, without the slightest feeling of dry mouth.
It is ordinary water.
This spring breathed a sigh of relief, but also had a guilty conscience of misunderstood people.
Qi Hanchuan looked at him thoughtfully, then glanced at the books put away and the veil on the table, and asked, "But what did the steward say?"
Jinchun opened his mouth and closed it awkwardly: "...No."
The butler said a lot, saying that the prince loves beauties, maybe he took him back because he liked his figure and eyes, and specially made a beautiful veil that can cover half of his face, and a book of avoiding fire.
In fact, he doesn't need to look at that picture. What tricks haven't been seen in the museum these years?Not to mention being trained as a top card for several years, he has already been familiar with it by heart.
But the thought of using these things on this powerful prince makes people blush inexplicably.
He knew the name of Prince Regent Merry, but when he saw him for the first time, he didn't think that the prince was the person in the rumors, maybe it was a rumor.
Now this spring is sure, the prince is really not that kind of person, he has wronged someone, and he doesn't want these things to pollute the prince's ears again.
This spring put the teacup on the table, and saluted again in shame: "Thank you, my lord."
Qi Hanchuan nodded: "You should rest more."
He turned and left, taking the book on the table.
When the people walked away, Jinchun slowly breathed a sigh of relief, patted his hot cheeks, and whispered: "Why did the prince ask someone to teach me?"
"It's really strange." The prince has said that, and it is clear that he will tell him when he returns to the capital. He has nothing, and such a rich and precious person will not come to play with him as a handyman. It should... It should not harm him, after allWhat is it?
Jinchun shook his head, shaking out the incomprehensible things in his mind, anyway, he is out of the sea of suffering now, no matter what, it can't be worse than being in Nanfeng Pavilion.
"Huh?" Jinchun blinked, and quickly stepped forward to search the tables, chairs and floor carefully. After confirming that the book that was put there disappeared, his heart skipped a beat.
Subconsciously looked out the door.
...
The next day, Qi Hanchuan practiced calligraphy in the study.
Although he has the memory of the original owner, his handwriting is just like his own. Everyone's handwriting is different. His handwriting is calm and introverted, but the original owner's is very sharp. Before returning to the capital, he needs to be as good as the original owner.
There was a crisp bird song outside the window, followed by a faint music coming from nowhere.
Qi Hanchuan put down his pen and walked out of the study.
Eleven was sent by him to find clues to the prince, and today the guard on duty is Thirteen.
Shisan saw Qi Hanchuan coming out, saluted and said, "My lord, it's the master from Nanyuan who is teaching."
"Go and see."
Qi Hanchuan walked to Nanyuan unhurriedly, before he entered the door, the next moment the magic sound pierced his ears, and the sharp sound made his teeth hurt.
He paused.
When stepped in again, saw a picture of a beauty playing the piano under a tree.
Sitting under the peach blossom tree this spring, wearing a white brocade robe, covered with a light blue gauze dress, her beautiful eyebrows are drooping, her long hair is tied with a jade hairpin, and hangs in front of her body, hanging down like water-blue silk, covering half of her face.Be a gentle and noble son.
But those slender hands plucked the strings, and the sound of the music made the master beside him frown, all hope was lost, and he wanted to plug his ears.
"My lord, Wan'an." Seeing Qi Hanchuan, all the people in the courtyard immediately knelt down.
"My lord?" Jinchun looked at the person under the arch in surprise, stopped playing the piano, and was about to salute when Qi Hanchuan helped him up.
"How did you learn? Is it difficult?"
Thinking of the book that was somehow lost last night, Jinchun's face turned red, and then he felt apprehensive, shaking his head a little nervously.
Qi Hanchuan nodded, and went to see some masters.
The four masters looked at each other for a while, and one of them stepped forward and replied thoughtfully: "Young Master Jin is very gifted in the three disciplines of rites, poetry, and calligraphy, and he never forgets it. He has achieved great results in just half a day, and the one of cola..."
The master glanced at Jinchun, held back for a long time, and said, "It's okay."
The other masters covered their faces.
How can it be acceptable, it is simply unbearable!
Embarrassed this spring, he has been in Nanfeng Museum for several years. When training him, the owner of the museum only taught him a little bit of poetry and songs to ensure that he could understand what the dignitaries said.Yan, Yan Qu.
But these words are blasphemy in front of the prince, and they must never be said.
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