The candlelight in the room jumped slightly, and the earth dragon was burning in the room, which was extremely warm.

Coupled with the person walking in front, people can't help but feel a sense of peace of mind.

Chu Ci turned his head and glanced at him, sat on the stool, and watched him sitting down. This was the chin and said, "Don't sleep well, what are you doing here?"

The little girl looked soft and waxy, sitting behind the desk with a serious and serious expression.

The corners of Su Yu's lips were slightly pursed, and his gaze naturally fell on the Buddhist scriptures that had been copied by Chu Ci.

He paused before speaking, "Is the princess punished because of me today?"

"No." Chu Ci shook his head seriously, "It's all because I didn't think about it all myself, and I forgot that the Cheng family was on the side of the queen. I can't see blood when hitting people."

Chu Ci's natural tone made Su Yu stunned.

Seeing the little princess patted the table with his little hands, the soft bun's face was depressed, "You said that if I kicked him hard, wouldn't I see it soon?"

Looking at the depressed expression on this bun's face, it seems that he is indeed quite regretful about this matter.

Su Yu:...

"Also, you just call my name directly, you don't need to call me the princess," Chu Ci said immediately, and then tilted his head for a moment. "Or you can call my sister. After all, you will be in I live here."

But before, didn’t you say you want to be a husband?

Su Yu looked at Chu Ci in front of him, and finally swallowed the question that was about to blurt out. He responded with a low voice, and the topic changed.

"I can copy it for you."

He raised his head and his eyes fell on the Buddhist scriptures on the table of Chu Ci.

Although Su Yu didn't receive any good education, he also taught about reading and writing when King Xiao was there, so just copying the book can indeed come in handy.

Chu Ci chuckled lightly, blinked his big eyes, greeted him, told him to come over and write a few words for himself.

Su Yu did not hesitate and approached Chu Ci directly.

Chu Ci carried a faint sweet scent, and as he got closer, the taste became richer, but not too greasy, but a subtle and refreshing sweetness.

This person had already taken a pen and put it into his hand, took a piece of rice paper from the side, and looked at himself with interest.

Su Yu didn't speak, and raised his pen to write a few words on the rice paper according to the contents of the Buddhist scriptures.

Then he glanced at Chu Ci who was standing beside him.

There was a trace of doubt in Chu Ci's eyes. Naturally, she had investigated Su Yu's situation clearly, but she did not expect this person to actually write a good handwriting.

Some are introverted, but it is not difficult to see the hidden publicity.

The movements of the fingertips are also a bit stiff, probably just changing my original writing habits.

Seeing the doubts in Chu Ci's eyes, Su Yu froze for a while, and the pen in his hand shook slightly. A drop of ink fell from the tip of the pen in an instant, and a black spot fell on the white rice paper.

Chu Ci didn't think much, stretched out his hand from the side, took Su Yu's hand, and then squeezed his hand to write.

He smudged the black stains, and finally painted an ink butterfly with its wings changing in color, seemingly about to fly.

"It seems that the requirements for finding you a husband have to be higher."