Quick Wear: Oops, the mission target is crying again

Chapter 931: The Wasteful Prince vs. the First Female Official 1

It was the wet nurse who said that this dress was sewn by his mother herself before her death, and the emperor specifically let him wear it to show his filial piety.

Almost all the people around him had already been replaced by the Imperial Noble Concubine's own people, and they all followed the wet nurse's words. Although Xuan Yanjing felt a little strange, he still obediently replaced them.

However, they never expected that when the emperor held them accountable in the hall, these palace maids and his trusted wet nurse all accused him of saying that he liked this set of women's clothing and insisted on wearing it.

……

Xuan Yanjing pinched his palms tightly to resist the waves of impact on his heart.

He even wanted to raise his hand and slap himself, to wake himself up a little. Why was he so useless? Why was he always so easy to trust others?

Lingyao said this, as for whether Xuan Yanjing believed it or not, that was his business. Even if Xuan Yanjing didn't believe it now, it didn't matter. She would make him believe it in the future.

Seeing that Xuan Yanjing had almost finished his meal, Lingyao took the time to ask, "Have you practiced the calligraphy you assigned yesterday?"

Xuan Yanjing's mouth twitched, but before he could say anything, Xiao Fuzi next to him was more excited than Xuan Yanjing himself when he heard Lingyao mention this matter, and hurried forward to explain.

"Yes, it's written, Your Excellency. You don't know that our Highness soiled two sets of clothes just to write these three words yesterday!"

"Speak up."

Xuan Yanjing immediately looked up and glared at him, his jawline tense and his cheeks slightly bitten, as if he was holding an unmelted plum in his mouth.

He looked at Lingyao again, his eyes drifting, and his tone lowered by two points: "I am just bored, so I just wrote something casually."

Lingyao curled her lips slightly, then retracted them.

"Well, show it to me after dinner."

After dinner, Lingyao and Xuan Yanjing came to Wenhua Hall, and Lingyao also saw Xuan Yanjing's homework from yesterday.

It is impossible for a person's handwriting to change drastically overnight, so Xuan Yanjing's two handwritings are still not considered good, but it can be seen that they were written with care.

Although the characters above cannot be said to be so powerful that they can be seen through the paper or deeply engraved into the wood, at least they have a font shape and are no longer so crooked.

When Xuan Yanjing saw Lingyao staring at his words, he felt like he had kicked a deer in his heart, and the deer was jumping around very fast.

For some reason, he couldn't help but feel nervous when facing this female official.

Just when he thought that the other party would criticize his calligraphy as badly as he did yesterday, the other party seriously put away his two pieces of calligraphy.

"The training is pretty good and the progress is very fast."

Xuan Yanjing's eyes, which were originally drooping, suddenly lifted up, like stars brightened by the spring breeze, and light burst out in an instant.

He took two steps forward, his voice filled with unsuppressed joy: "Really?"

Lingyao nodded: "Well, keep working hard."

Xuan Yanjing felt as if a piece of candied fruit was stuffed in his mouth, and the sweetness spread from the tip of his tongue to his heart. Even the ink at hand seemed to smell better than usual.

With Lingyao's praise, the afternoon teaching time went unusually smoothly. When Lingyao woke up, Xuan Yanjing had already completed the day's homework. Not only that, he also practiced two more pages on his own.

When Lingyao woke up, she bumped into Xuan Yanjing's obsidian eyes.

He sat at the desk, the pen in his hand stopped wandering, and the corners of his eyes turned up.

Lingyao thought to herself that this was not good, there must be something wrong with this kid.

Sure enough, Xuan Yanjing spoke up and tried to exchange his over-completed coursework for rewards.

"I've already practiced, what good is that?"

The words "give me benefits" were almost written in Xuan Yanjing's bright dark eyes.

Lingyao saw that he was well prepared and asked him, "What benefit do you want?"

As expected, as soon as these words fell, Xuan Yanjing immediately climbed up the pole: "I heard that the Shang Gong Lady will leave the palace in a couple of days to buy some items for the flower viewing banquet in the next two months... I also want to go out of the palace to take a look."

Xuan Yanjing, a prince, has never been allowed to leave the palace. Even if the emperor agrees, the royal lady will find various excuses and ways to prevent him from leaving the palace.

Xuan Yanjing didn't know this when he was young, but when he grew up, he figured it out. The Imperial Noble Consort was not as she said. She was not afraid that something might happen to him after he left the palace, but was worried that after he left the palace, he would contact his mother's family, the Helian family with a strong background.

Lingyao raised her eyelids and teased him, "Are you not worried that I'm the Imperial Concubine's man this time?"

In fact, Xuan Yanjing still had doubts, but he had proposed to coexist peacefully with her and believed that she would make the right choice.

Besides, in his current situation, what difference would it make whether he left the palace or not, as she would report the matter to the Imperial Noble Consort?

It’s better to enjoy life while he can and do what he wants to do.

The princes in the palace all had the experience of leaving the palace to some extent. When Xuan Yanjing was a child, few people were willing to play with him because he was always surrounded by a large group of people, all of whom were the imperial concubine's people.

They said they were sent to protect him, but in fact they were sent to monitor him.

Not only were they monitoring him, but the palace maids and eunuchs who were sent over also deliberately protected him. Whenever Xuan Yanjing went out to play with other princes and princesses, Xuan Yanjing was often the one who had the most trouble.

The princes would be alerted for any movement or contact with Xuan Yanjing.

"Your Highness the Crown Prince is a precious person. How can he be exposed to the scorching sun?"

"Your Highness has been sweating a lot and it's bad for your health. The princes, please give Your Highness some time."

"Your Highness cannot eat these things. You can only eat the freshest and best..."

Over time, no one wanted to play with him.

Xuan Yanjing only sat aside during palace gatherings and listened to other royal grandchildren and nobles talking about interesting things outside the palace.

I heard that there is a lantern festival outside the palace every month, and there are people showing off their swords, guessing lantern riddles, and taking boat trips on the streets.

Xuanyan Kyoto has never experienced anything like this.

Lingyao looked at Xuan Yanjing's expectant eyes and thought for two seconds before replying.

"Okay, but you have to study hard in the next two days."

After Xuan Yanjing finished asking the questions, he lay on the stone table and continued to practice calligraphy. When he heard the good news, his pen fell to the rice paper with a "thump", and a small ball of ink spread out.

The sunlight filtered through the window lattice and fell on his face, making his eyes shine brightly as if quenched by light. He couldn't suppress the corners of his mouth, and even his words were incoherent: "I knew... I knew you would agree to me!"

Lingyao found it funny: "Oh? How did you know?"

Xuan Yanjing was choked and didn't explain, mainly because he didn't know how to explain it himself. Perhaps it was because the feeling she gave him was different from that of other people, different from that of anyone else in this palace.

But Xuan Yanjing didn't say that, he just said: "I just know it."

Lingyao knocked on the table, pulling his heart back from the brink of flying out of the palace.

"Okay, since you've already practiced these, then continue your studies. You still have two days before leaving the palace."

Xuan Yanjing was rarely so obedient. When he thought about going out of the palace to play, he felt that the sky was so blue, the clouds were so soft, and even the neat words on the paper became so cute!

Also, she...seems particularly pleasing to the eye.