As soon as he finished speaking, Le Lingshi suddenly stood up, and the book in his hand hit the table with a "pop!"

The atmosphere instantly became quiet.

An Yao looked at her and saw that she had her head lowered, as if with some kind of emotion, she put the book away and quickly walked through their aisle.

Suddenly, Lou Jia stretched out a foot when she was about to reach her. Le Lingshi was caught off guard, tripped and fell directly to the ground:

"ah!"

She screamed in pain and fell to the ground unable to get up for a long time.

There were roars of laughter all around, and Lou Jia covered her lips and snickered:

"Hey, what's going on? Why are you still lying on the ground when you're fine?"

An Yao frowned, shook her head in disapproval at Lou Jia, and picked up Le Ling's poem from the ground:

"Is everything okay?"

"..." Le Lingshi got up, glanced at her resentfully, and withdrew her hand:

"Don't worry about it, Princess Bu Lao, hiss..."

As she spoke, a little red oozed from the wound on her shoulder. An Yao took a closer look:

"Your wound is open?"

She stood up and grabbed Le Lingshi's wrist: "Go to the hospital and take care of it yourself."

But the other party repelled her touch and drew back:

"Need not."

"But you are bleeding again. Otherwise, it would be my princess's fault."

She stepped forward worriedly, but Le Lingshi kept backing away, leaning against the corner of the table and almost falling down again.

Just as she was about to hold on to her fragile body, a low voice suddenly came from behind her:

"An Yao, what are you doing again?!"

When her name was suddenly called, An Yao turned around in shock and saw Zuo Xu standing at the door, looking at her menacingly.

From his angle, it seemed like she was forcing Le Lingshi to hit the table.

He strode to An Yao's side and pushed her away. She almost fell down, but Lou Jia held her steady.

Zuo Shu stood in front of Le Lingshi and saw her bleeding wound at a glance. He turned to look at An Yao menacingly:

"Did you do it?"

An Yao was startled, and just about to get angry, she listened to music and listened to poetry, pressing Zuo Shu's hand and shaking her head:

"It wasn't the princess who did it, it was my own carelessness."

There is nothing wrong with what he said, but this woman was leaning on Zuo Shu's arms so weakly. Why do you think it was her who did it?

An Yao took two steps back to keep a safe distance, and saw Zuo Shu looking worriedly at the woman in his arms. He saw that her wound was oozing blood in a large area, and he frowned:

"Isn't it true that others bullied you?"

Le Lingshi shook her head and gently grasped Zuo Shu's sleeve. This small gesture was very endearing:

"Forget it, I'll go to the medical center and take care of the wound myself. You don't need to follow me, Your Majesty, just go about your business."

After saying that, she held her wound and left. Zuo Chen really didn't follow her, but his eyes were reluctant to stick to An Yao's back. It wasn't until she turned around that he looked at An Yao with a sullen face:

"The emperor has an order for you to learn painting and calligraphy. I have chosen a master for you. You come with me."

After that, he turned and left without saying anything else.

Is this the end?

Shouldn't we give an explanation to our Le Lingshi? Shouldn't we vent our anger on Le Lingshi?

Anyao thought, following him, the two of them walked through the corridor, and everyone on the way bowed respectfully to them.

There was a distance of three steps between the two people, and the atmosphere was awkward and weird.

From the corner of her eye, she glanced at Zuo Shu, who was walking ahead with his hands behind his back. He was wearing a dark blue gown and had a tall and straight posture, which was pretty good.

But this man——

The person in front of her suddenly stopped walking. An Yao staggered and almost jumped behind him. She took a few steps back and frowned slightly:

"What's wrong?"

Zuo Shu glanced sideways and looked at her dangerously:

"An Yunsha."

His voice was low and cold: "Did you tell the emperor what happened at the gate of the Sun Palace that day?"

She was slightly startled and denied: "Of course not."

"Yeah?"

Zuo Chen narrowed his eyes, as if he didn't believe it, and turned around to face her:

"You didn't complain to the emperor brother that I bullied you because of Le Lingshi?"

She held her chin up and looked proud:

"I, An Yunsha, dare to take responsibility. If I say it, I will say it."

Zuo Chen said nothing.

His thin lips pursed slightly, his eyelashes narrowed, and a strange light seemed to slip through his deep gaze. He turned his back and continued walking forward.

In the blink of an eye, she had arrived at a study room, with two bookboys guarding him at the door:

"Master has been waiting for the princess for a long time."

An Yao stepped in alone. First she smelled the fragrance of ink, then walked to the cabinet and found a man wearing a mask drawing a picture.

It's him?

That man seemed to be very similar to Shen Zaiye.

She was slightly startled, and looked along his drawing paper. It was a very beautiful landscape painting, depicting overlapping peaks and surrounded by white mist. Before she finished the painting, she had already seen a great scenery.

The man standing in front of the painting desk, with a jade-like hand holding this pen, and slightly loose hair hanging down on his face, is even more beautiful than the scenery in the painting.

Just wearing a mask actually covered up a lot of her beauty.

She stood there suspiciously, staring at him.

Shen Zaiye wrote sharply and his heart beat like thunder.

He finally came to her.

Still so upright and bright.

He couldn't help but lick his lips: "Your Highness Princess——" Before he could finish his words, someone knocked on the door suddenly: "Excuse me, I was notified to come here."

Enjoy listening to poetry?

An Yao raised her eyebrows, sat on the chair and motioned for her to come over.

Shen Zaiye was a little unhappy. He glanced at Le Lingshi with a cold face. This guy was indeed the one who called him.

He is now temporarily in charge of this place and serves as the academy's deputy.

Le Lingshi entered the room, and suddenly there was an eerie silence. The only sound was the rustle left by Shen Zaiye on the paper.

Suddenly, a female voice mixed with joy broke the tranquility here:

"Sir, what landscape are you painting?"

An Yao was startled and looked at Le Lingshi in astonishment.

She looked at Shen Zaiye's paintings with admiration, seemingly unaware of the awkward atmosphere caused by her words, and even walked to Shen Zaiye's side familiarly:

"The paintings are really beautiful. My daughter was once lucky enough to see a landscape painting painted by a well-known painter. At that time, my daughter saw it..."

She kept talking about her experiences, folding her hands, and making tiny little movements that were extremely girlish.

An Yao looked at her sexy moves in shock.

Shen Zaiye's strokes paused slightly, seeming to leave a tiny dot of ink.

Le Lingshi who was speaking seemed not to notice this detail of his. He even leaned down and looked at his paintings carefully, and expressed his heartfelt admiration:

"Wow, it's so beautiful!"

What's wrong with this?

What kind of monster is this woman?

An Yao disliked holding the tea cup and couldn't help but rolled her eyes, a little blind.

However, just when she was about to look away, Shen Zaiye suddenly looked at her.

"Come here princess."

An Yao was startled and stiffened slightly: "Uh... I won't go there, sir."
Chapter completed!