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The servant came to clean up the table. At this time, Feng Rong should be going to the study room.

Although he said it was a study, everyone in the mansion knew that there weren't many serious books in there.

In His Highness' study, the sounds that came the most often were musical notes or clear singing throats.

Gu Hua Jing had long since heard of Greenbranch University's matters, but she didn't think much of it.

In this dynasty, it was only natural for men to have three wives and four concubines. Even if she looked down on them, what could she do?

Could it be that he had to protect his pride to the death and drag the Gu family down with him?

Don't be ridiculous, it's not worth it to do it for a disguise.

Gu Hua Jing stood up and respectfully sent Feng Rong off with a smile. When his figure disappeared from the room, the polite smile on her face immediately faded.

"Let's return to the courtyard."

The huge courtyard was brightly lit.

Gu Hua Jing was sitting leisurely on a rattan chair, rocking back and forth.

In the garden, when she had nothing to do at night, she would call the girls over, sing or dance, or play the poker cards that she had asked Qing Mei to make.

But for now, since he had just arrived, he shouldn't be so flamboyant.

Gu Hua Jing frowned. Could it be that she was really going to act like an ancient person, with piles of thorns and embroidery?

"Bamboo Liquor, bring me the book that Third Brother gave me."

Gu Hua Jing struggled for a long time before giving up on embroidery. She didn't use this skill …

There was also a small study in the yard, and it was tidied up quite nicely.

Gu Hua Jing walked in, and the tip of her nose could smell the light and elegant scent of ink, causing her heart to uncontrollably calm down.

It was almost as if she had been brought up by the Lord of the Fang Clan. It was easy for her to focus on the book when she wanted to breathe calmly.

The small study room was lit up by torches. Gu Hua Jing was leaning against the couch, her waist propped up against a soft pillow. She held a book of travel books in her hands as she slowly read through it.

Gu Hua Jing didn't pay much attention to the political situation of the imperial court in the past because it was unnecessary.

She was just a nobody, she could just eat and wait for death to come. As for which dynasty it was and which emperor it was, she didn't care at all.

But now that things had progressed to this point, Gu Hua Jing felt that she didn't care whether she wanted to or not. It seemed that … It was impossible.

Her father was a first rank official, and she was married to a prince who had not even been conferred the title of king yet.

Gu Hua Jing felt that she had gradually deviated from her path of eating and waiting for her to die …

But at the very least, she had to survive, right? As the wife of a prince, if there was even the slightest mistake, she would be doomed forever. In any case, she was just a wife, so how much weight could she possibly have?

Not to mention, if Feng Rong messed with something, even if she wanted to run away, she wouldn't be able to …

Gu Hua Jing sighed. Trouble!

Gu Hua Jing shook her head, trying her best to immerse herself in the travel notes. Following the lines of words, her thoughts flew out.

Feng Rong was in his study, supporting herself with her head as she waved her hand, ordering the woman who was singing to withdraw from the room.

He felt that there was no meaning to it.

"What about the other lady?"

"Reporting to Your Highness, the Madam is in the small study."

"A small study?"

Feng Rong's eyes lit up. She had been told that she had rejected the Fang family's old man's disciple because she didn't want to get up early, but in the end, the old man had forced her to change it to an afternoon.

What sort of great charm could cause that stubborn Fang family's old man to make such a huge change?

Feng Rong immediately stood up. "Return to the courtyard."

It was a miracle, Lei thought as he silently followed.

To be able to bring His Highness back to the courtyard so early, the side madam was indeed different from the others …

When Lei saw Qing Mei standing guard outside of the small study room, he immediately sent her away.

Feng Rong walked over and pushed open the door. It was quiet inside, but one could smell a faint fragrance coming from it.

Circulating around the screen and the pearl curtain, under the bright light, Gu Hua Jing was reading a book with her head down.

The firelight made her face appear particularly beautiful and dreamy, as if her face had been plated with a layer of sparkling light.

Her fair skin was almost transparent, and her moist lips were lightly pursed. She was extremely serious.

At that moment, Feng Rong actually had the thought of just quietly looking at her. It was just for a moment, but the next moment, he coughed lightly.

Gu Hua Jing raised her head and was startled when she saw Feng Rong.

That's not right. Didn't she say that she was used to spending the whole night in the study? There were so many talented girls, how could he appreciate them?

How long has it been? Why are they all back?

Although Gu Hua Jing was puzzled, she still put down the book and bowed to Feng Rong.

"Your Highness."

"What are you looking at?"

Feng Rong walked over and sat down on the other side. Her slender and pretty fingers naturally picked up Gu Hua Jing's book and swept through it.

"Journey? You like to see this? "

Gu Hua Jing smiled lightly and sat back down, "I was just casually looking around."

"I thought that the first female student to become the Fang family's Old Master wouldn't read these random books."

Gu Hua Jing was unhappy. Her third brother had specially found this for her, so how could it be an idle book?

"This little girl is very inexperienced. It's all an accident that I was able to enter the eyes of the Fang family's old patriarch. I can only read these idle books."

Who was the one who invented the term "inexperienced"? It was simply too easy to use!

Gu Hua Jing quietly worshipped him from the bottom of her heart, but on the surface, she looked extremely self-aware.

Feng Rong didn't say anything, she just returned the book to her.

"If you like these, I have some good stuff that you can give me. Ask Lei Xun to send you some when you're free."

"Thank you, Your Highness."

Gu Hua Jing politely thanked him with a dignified and elegant smile.

Then...

She didn't know what to do.

What did Feng Rong mean by coming here? Is there something wrong?

If he had something to say, then say it. If he had nothing to do, then leave.

Gu Hua Jing couldn't make up her mind. She rolled her eyes a few times, but still couldn't figure out Feng Rong's purpose for coming.

Sensing Gu Hua Jing's uneasiness, Feng Rong's mood inexplicably improved a lot.

He grabbed the travel notes and started to read them himself.

"…"

Is this person crazy? Stealing her books to read?

Gu Hua Jing rolled her eyes internally, but she couldn't snatch it back. She had only seen about half of it!

However, as Feng Rong continued reading, she found it to be quite interesting and didn't put it down. Gu Hua Jing could only look for a new book to read and read slowly as well.

Silence returned to the small study.

Feng Rong's fingers were holding the book, but she could still smell the faint fragrance on the tip of her nose. When she tried to smell it carefully, it was gone.

Out of the corner of his eye, he looked at Gu Hua Jing, feeling disbelief in his heart.

It was the first time a woman was willing to be so quiet in front of him.

The women of the past would always think of ways to attract his attention and would try to find something to say in order to leave an impression on him.

Gu Hua Jing, on the other hand, was far from being indifferent. Rather, it would be better to say that she didn't put him in her eyes at all.

This realization made Feng Rong frown. She raised her voice and called Lei Ju, telling him to call Qingge over.

"..." "Yes."

Lei saw that it was rare for him to be stunned for two seconds before he finally agreed. He turned around and went out to give some orders.

Gu Hua Jing raised her head and looked at Feng Rong, a trace of doubt flashing through her eyes.

"I like to write some notes when I'm reading. I don't want to trouble Madam to help me with the ink."

"…" That's right.

Gu Hua Jing immediately understood, because she didn't want to ink Feng Rong.

However, when she thought of that cold and aloof woman on the night of their wedding, she couldn't help but look forward to it. She really liked beauties.

After a while, Qingge greeted him at the door.

Feng Rong let her in, pointed at the ink on the desk, and told her to grind it.

Qingge stepped forward and began to grind the ink gently.

Ever since Gu Hua Jing had entered the room, she couldn't concentrate completely on the book.

She was truly a beauty, like an orchid in a valley, like a firecracker that didn't eat the world.

The plain white dress made her look even more pure and attractive. Tsk tsk. Gu Hua Jing's eyes swept all the way down from Qing Ge's snow-white neck.

plump breasts, slim waist, smooth wrists, straight legs...

A look of admiration appeared in Gu Hua Jing's eyes. A beautiful thing looks like it's a pleasure to look at, but it's fine for her to just keep looking at it.

It wasn't the first time that Qingge had given Feng Rong the ink, but it was the first time that she felt helpless.

The ink in her hand seemed to be unable to hold onto anything, and she had to grip it tightly to not reveal it.

There was an extremely passionate look on her face that made it difficult for her to endure.

This kind of gaze was also familiar. Before she had entered the third prince's residence, she would often meet people who coveted her beauty. Everyone would look at her with this kind of gaze.

But the problem was, there was no scholar in this study!

In front of him, His Highness was treating her as if she was nothing, so naturally, it couldn't be His Highness. Then … all that was left was the Madam …

Qingge felt that she should probably invite a doctor to take a look. Otherwise, how could she have this kind of illusion? Did he think that the madame was looking at him like he was a scoundrel?

Swallowing his throat, Qingge slowly put down the ink in his hand, "Well, please, Your Highness."

Qingge wanted to silently retreat to the side, but she suddenly heard another soft voice.

"Sister Qingge, can you help me grind some ink?"

He raised his head and saw that the Madam's eyes were fixated on him.

Qingge was a bit scared and quickly looked at Feng Rong, only to find that her highness hadn't even raised her head.

This meant that His Highness didn't care.

Qingge's heart trembled as she respectfully walked over to help Gu Hua Jing study the ink.

"Aiya, little sister Qingge, what's that fragrance on your body?" "It smells so good."

"It's the Wu family's Fragrance Market's Clear Dew."

"It's really not bad. Just listening to the name will make it suitable for Little Sister Qingge. I'll buy some for you when I get a chance."

"…"

Qingge did not dare to speak, but lowered her head and quickened the movements of her hands.

"Little Sister Qingge's hands are so beautiful. Tsk tsk, I can't bear to see them. How about you stop grinding them?"

"…"

For the first time, Qingge was sweating profusely from grinding ink. This was something she had never done before in her life even in the presence of the Third Prince. She could only wish that she could quickly finish grinding ink and return.

At this moment, Gu Hua Jing had already put down the book.

What's so good about books? Where was a beauty?

"Little Sister Qingge, come and sit. Coincidentally, I have something I want to tell you as well."