"Every furnace of incense is deposited by time, and can only be understood, not expressed in words." Su Zhi sat upright in the main seat, as calm as a waterway, "Teating the incense is a kind of artistic conception."

In the incense burner on the table, red sandalwood rose slowly, and his white-fat jade carvings were filled with a faint smoke, with a handsome and fairy spirit.

Although he didn't look squinting, his keen aftertaste had captured Youmeng's existence behind the crack in the door, but he was silent.

"Let's just stop here today."

After he said this, the heads of the face stood up, bowed gracefully, and then left the hall.

They passed by Youmeng one after another and saluted her in surprise. Without saying much, they all understood who she was looking for.

Jiujiu saw her: "Huh? Sister Princess, why are you here?" The little guy ran over happily and happily held her hand.

"Let's see how you are studying in Xiangxue?" Youmeng squeezed out a smile, and Su Zhi was walking towards them.

Jiujiu raised his head and smiled brightly: "I studied very seriously. Does my sister have any delicious rewards for me?"

Youmeng unnaturally glanced at Su Zhi and made excuses: "Yes, you go back first, I'll ask Xiao Bengzi to send it to you later."

"Um!"

"Ninety-nine." A cold and depressed male voice came, and a tall and light green figure followed. "How many of the spices I taught you yesterday?"

Jiujiu was embarrassed and said with little confidence: "I...I almost remember everything."

"It's almost the same. Come with me to the incense room and review it again." Su Zhi said coldly, intending not to look at someone.

"But dinner is about to come..." Jiujiu pouted, deliberately slanted his eyes and looked up, which seemed to ask Youmeng for help.

Su Zhi had no expression on his face: "I will eat after learning."

Jiujiu was a little scared by his serious appearance: "Brother Azhi, you are so strange, Princess Sister, do you think Brother Azhi has come to Yuexin?"

"..." Su Zhi almost glared at him without a single look.

Youmeng looked at Jiujiu in shock and speechlessly: "What are you saying?"

However, Jiujiu looked innocent and said something made her laugh and cry: "Although I don't know what Lai Yuexin is, once I was having sex, I accidentally heard from Sister Lixia and a few maids and ladies that if I get sick, I will be very irritable. Look at Brother Azhi's sudden appearance, it is obviously very similar to Lai Yuexin..."

Youmeng held his forehead embarrassedly and said to herself: Lixia, you see you took this child wrongly.

"Brother Azhi, if you are really sick, let the doctor take a look..."

Su Zhi approached coldly, his face was about to kill: "I'll beat you up again."

Jiujiu was so scared that he closed his mouth tightly.

Youmeng looked down at Jiujiu, then looked at Su Zhi, and gently rescued: "He is just a child, don't have to be so strict, right?"

"I have always been very serious about people and things." Su Zhi turned around lightly, intersecting her eyes, with a snowy and ice in his eyes. "I hope others can be as serious as they can. If I can't do it, why should I start? Why should I talk about the future?"

Youmeng was choked hard, and her lips twitched for a long time, but she didn't know how to respond.

Am I not serious?

A burst of sadness came, and Youmeng was like a thorn in her throat. He had already led Jiujiu to stagger her and left without any nostalgia. She was stunned for a moment, only to feel that someone had a dense needle inserted into her heart, slitting through the ground with threads.

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The moon is in the middle of the sky, and Youmeng is waiting for Su Zhi in the Gaotangtai Pedestal Hall. His cold war has caused her torment. If she can't stand it, she will continue like this. She must have a good talk with him.

Su Zhi entered the hall. As soon as he saw her, his dull eyes turned to the side and turned around and left.

Youmeng rushed forward quickly and grabbed his arm hard: "Don't torture me anymore, okay?"

Su Zhi looked sideways, and saw the pleading in her melancholy eyes, he said coldly: "Who is torturing whom?"

She lowered her head aggrievedly, and wanted to cry: "These days, you ignored me, Leng Ruobingshuang. Even if you are angry, you should have enough trouble, right?"

His eyes were as quiet as the moon in the night, and his cold and deserted light shone: "The princess said she didn't want to see me, so why should I be bored?"

Youmeng frowned and said anxiously: "You know I'm just talking anger..."

"What about slap in the face?" He stared at her indifferently, "Is it also anger?"
Chapter completed!