Mingruo took the plum blossom and went straight to the study room. When he walked to the corridor, he happened to see Madam Dong: "Madam, is Prince Prince in the study room?"

"The prince is working alone in the study and is not allowed to disturb him. Lord Bai came over just now, but he didn't even go in." Madam Dong said with a smile.

"Uh..." Ming Ruo was a little curious, what was Si Haochen doing in the study?

Mingruo walked to the door of the study and gently buckled the door.

Si Haochen had already heard Ming Ruo talking to Madam Dong outside: "Come in."

Mingruo pushed the door and happened to see Si Haochen covering something in front of him with a brocade handkerchief. Mingruo's eyes rolled, rubbed against the desk, and inserted the plum blossoms in his hand into the pen holder on the table.

"Your plum blossoms are put in the pen holder and will wilt after a while." Si Haochen kindly reminded.

"There is nothing to do. Who made you not even have a vase in your study?" Mingruo spread his hands and said that he had no choice. "Besides, this flower is for you."

"Just give it to me and you can ignore it, huh?" Si Haochen raised his eyebrows.

"Okay, okay, I can't do it." Mingruo poured out all the pens in the pen holder, picked up the half cup of tea left by Si Haochen and poured it in, and finally inserted the plum branches into it, "Okay."

"Can you be more perfunctory?" Si Haochen grabbed Ming Ruo, picked it up and put it on his legs.

Mingruo rolled her eyes. She added well water to the tea, but she was perfunctory: "I added medicine to the water, and this flower can bloom for a long time."

"Well? It seems that this king wrongly accuses his beloved concubine..."

"What are you doing?" Mingruo reached out to lift the brocade handkerchief on the table.

Si Haochen held Mingruo's hand, and Mingruo raised his eyebrows: "Can't you read it? Are you secretly writing love poems to which lady?"

A row of black lines fell from Si Haochen's head. What the hell is "love poem" and what the hell is "who is the lady"? She can't prove her innocence if she doesn't let her see it...

Si Haochen let go of Mingruo's hand, lifted the brocade hand, and said angrily: "Even if you write love poems, it should be written for you. What's the matter with 'whose lady'?"

"Huh?" The brocade handkerchief was covered with a purple jade seal with lotus patterns on it. The engraving part has not been completed yet - the word "seal" of "Mingruo Private Seal" has only been engraved halfway, and Mingruo's eyes widened, "My family's bamboo horse can still engrave seals!"

"Hmph." Si Haochen's arrogant little eyes were so cute.

"Do you like purple very much?" Mingruo felt that in addition to black, Si Haochen particularly prefers purple.

"Um."

"I didn't see it, you're very dreamy and romantic." Mingruo scratched his chin.

"..." Si Haochen was stunned for a moment. Purple does not mean nobleness and elegance. What does it have to do with "dream romance"? Also, what does "romance" mean?

Mingruo fiddled with the brocade handkerchief and asked with a smile: "Do you want to give me a surprise before covering it with the veil?"

"Um."

"Then why did you reveal it again?" Ming Ruo pouted, "Just say you were writing love poems to me, well... When I give me a name, write another love poem or something."

Si Haochen's ears were slightly red: "I can't write love poems."

"You can't even write love poems. What would you do if you didn't meet me?" Mingruo pretended to be heartbroken, "There must be no girl who is willing to be your childhood sweetheart."

"..." Si Haochen almost got angry and laughed. There were many noble girls who were willing to hook their fingers, so they didn't have to write love poems so much... so sour!

"I can teach you!" Mingruo wanted to tease Si Haochen and gave him a look of 'I know you want to learn'.

Mingruo took a piece of letter paper and saw that there was a cinnabar on the table. He dipped it a little, drew two small flowers, and then used light ink to trace the branches. After thinking for a while, he picked up the pen and wrote:

A foot of deep red covered with the dust,

Being born old is not as good as new.

...

Linglong dice, Zi'an Hongdou,

I know whether I miss you in my bones or not.

After writing and blowing it dry, he shook it in front of Si Haochen: "This is for you to use as a model essay."

Si Haochen raised his hand and pinched Ming Ruo's pointed chin: "This is a very skillful painting and writing. I have written a lot before, huh?"

"I'm not, I don't, don't talk nonsense!" Mingruo's desire to survive was rare, and a three-game denied instantly.

"That's because I have received a lot of love poems?" Si Haochen's eyes were deep, as if he could see through people's souls.

After identification, this is a proposition for Taoism. Although I have received a few... dozens of love letters from junior high school to college, but I really have no poems written. My sister is a doctor and she must be rigorous in everything she does - love letters and love poems are different, so...

Mingruo said without any guilt: "I have never received a love poem."

Si Haochen trembled as he pinched the letter written by Ming Ruo: "What do you mean by this?"

"Of course, I am well-read and very talented." Ming Ruo was so upset that he wanted to hit the wall. This is the legendary 'digging hole and burying myself'!

"Haha." Si Haochen smiled so hard that Mingruo felt shivered.

"I have something to do, let's go first!" Mingruo decided to leave the best thirty-six strategies.

Si Haochen pressed Ming Ruo back into his arms: "Did I tell you to leave?"

"Are you busy now? I won't disturb you, haha." Mingruo moved out little by little.

"Don't move around." Si Haochen picked up the carving knife and continued the unfinished carving.

"This..." Si Haochen began to engrave seals and completely embed Ming Ruo in his arms.

His hair fell from his shoulders to Mingruo's neck, which was itchy. But he was afraid that he would mess with him, so he carved the Zhang Zi and did not dare to move it.

Si Haochen didn't expect that this girl could stay honestly for so long. After carving the last knife, she polished it again, and finally wiped the jade chips on the surface of the jade seal with a wet veil and put them in Mingruo's hand: "Give it."

Mingruo played with the jade seal in his hand. The jade was shiny and delicately carved. She also liked the font very much. Mingruo was touched by Indonesia and planned to print it on paper to read it. Si Haochen directly put the love poem Mingruo had written in front of him, held her little hand, and pressed the private seal in the right position.

"Hey?" Ming Ruo blinked his big eyes, "I seem to have seen this kind of seal somewhere..."

Si Haochen chuckled, took out a purple jade seal of the same style from the box on the desk, and printed it on the place where the letter was called - Haochen's private seal. Mingruo then remembered that when she fooled Si Haochen to paint and give the emperor a birthday ceremony, Si Haochen used this private seal.

"Wow, couple's seal." Mingruo's eyes lit up, "My bamboo horse is very romantic."

"What is 'romance'?" Si Haochen frowned slightly.

"It's..." Ming Ruo scratched his head and said to Si Haochen that "Romantic" must be the more he explained it, "Romantic means poetry and painting."

"Yes." Si Haochen saw that Mingruo liked this jade seal very much and said in her ear, "The beloved concubine likes 'poetic and picturesque' so much. As a thank you, let me write more love poems for me."
Chapter completed!