Chapter 1917： accustomed to

Chapter 1917 Get used to it

"Not necessarily, brother Chongjin will send me a letter mainly because of something." Chu Ziluo didn't hide anything.

"Are you sure you want to show it to me?" There was no obvious emotion in Chu Heng's obsidian eyes, even if it was given to his daughter by King Rong.

Seeing his reaction, Chu Ziluo had some guesses.

Nodding more affirmatively: "Well, although you all believe in me, parents, and don't think there is a problem with Brother Chongjin's character, but we communicate in private, if something goes wrong, it will be bad."

"Besides, Brother Chongjin can send me the letter, it must be because of your permission."

Looking at Chu Ziluo who was talking eloquently, Chu Heng didn't deny it, but only opened the envelope to show his answer.

The corners of Chu Ziluo's mouth curled up, and she waited quietly beside her.

She was not going to hide it from her parents from the beginning.

It’s just that the contents of the initial letters are not important. Just like family letters, Chu Ziluo often writes family letters to her grandparents, grandfather and other elders on weekdays.

I am used to the days of writing letters, and I don't think there is any problem.

I never thought about telling my parents about it.

It wasn't until Li Chongjin told her something about the palace and her father in the letter that she realized that she hadn't told her parents about her correspondence with Li Chongjin.

Chu Heng read all the letters.

His gaze stayed on the last letter.

"I see. Keep these letters well and don't let others see them." Chu Heng returned the letter to her.

Chu Ziluo nodded: "I will destroy it when I go back, but some daily things can be kept."

Because there are no identity-oriented words in the letter, even if outsiders see it, they will not know who is communicating with each other.

"I write letters with my left hand." Seeing that Chu Heng didn't say much, Chu Ziluo took the initiative to explain.

Chu Heng was a little surprised by her decisive nature, and without any reluctance, he raised his hand and touched her head. This action was rarely done by Chu Heng after Chu Ziluo was ten years old.

Chu Ziluo's cheeks were a little red, because she was shy.

Chu Heng praised: "Not bad."

Chu Ziluo's eyes were bent, and the mask of pretending to be mature was broken.

"Father, I'll take Nuanbao and come over for dinner." Chu Ziluo smiled, and left before Ye Muyu came over.

Ye Muyu was wiping her hands, approached, and asked curiously: "What are you two father and daughter saying behind my back?"

There was a joke in her words, and she didn't really blame the two for talking secretly.

Chu Heng stretched out his hand to open her fingers, saw that they were a little pale, frowned, and said in disapproval, "You don't need to cook by yourself, the cook's skills are similar to yours."

"Don't I feel sorry for your injury?" Ye Muyu stepped on his feet and took a closer look at the wound on his forehead.

After reading it, I couldn't help but burst out laughing. A big bulge, coupled with Chu Heng's always serious face, seemed to have broken his perfect mask.

"Hahaha, Ah Heng, your bulge is too funny, it affects your appearance." Ye Muyu laughed uncontrollably.

Chu Heng didn't lift his eyelids, calmly took the hand ointment, and applied it to her.

Each finger was smeared with hand ointment, and the fingers of the two were entangled at some point.

"Okay, let's go and have dinner." Chu Heng didn't let go of her hand, and walked straight into the house.

Ye Muyu is not shy anymore, there are too many things like this being led by Chu Heng around the mansion, and even the servants in the mansion are used to it.

(end of this chapter)