After rebirth, she married the prince of the enemy country

Chapter 111
Emperor Zhao didn't like Su Yin.

This is something that he can tell at a glance after serving by his side for many years.

No matter what the prince said, he was his own son. Even if he didn't like it, Emperor Zhao would not do anything to the prince, no matter how big it was, he would reprimand him.

But Su Yin is different.

She is just a little girl of unknown origin, and she has been in a lot of trouble since she came to Beijing for a few months.Following the prince, but still thinking about clinging to King Su, Emperor Zhao must not be able to sit still after knowing about it?

Emperor Zhao has sharp ears and eyes, and there are many spies. What happened today will soon be heard in his ears, but what he doesn't know is that these spies have infiltrated his own people. Information.

Shujiu cupped his fists, "This subordinate understands, so I will send someone to do it."

"Go."

Wu Yongda waved his hand, looked at the back of Shu Jiu who was leaving quickly, a sneer slowly appeared in his eyes, "Su, Yin..."

……

After returning from the trip, all the mansions stopped for a few days.

Su Yin has always wondered why he would secretly pinch her ears while she was asleep that day in the carriage.Every time she thinks about it, she feels that the pinnae of her ears are burning hot, as if the temperature of his fingertips still remains.

In fact, it's not that they don't understand, it's that they don't dare to understand.

In the past few days, she originally wanted to hide in the side hall without seeing anyone, but Ling Yan couldn't help it and sent someone to call her every time.

It may be to grind ink, it may be to add tea, or it may be to ask her to help transcribe.

She has already occupied half of Ling Yan's book case.The left side is neatly stacked with memorials and books, which is Ling Yan's position; the right side is scattered with papers, some of which are still clumped together, and the ink on the table is mottled, which is Su Yin's masterpiece in the past few days.

At this moment, she is drooping her eyelids, propping her chin with her left hand, and holding a pen in her right hand, feeling drowsy.

Ink dripped from the tip of the pen, staining the white paper. She moved her wrist symbolically, and her eyes almost closed.

"You're so sleepy, what did you do last night?"

The clear voice approached along with the man's breath, and Su Yin immediately became sober. Just as she was about to speak, she was suddenly embraced from behind, with a generous palm wrapped around the back of her hand, which made her feel a little unsteady in holding the pen.

She wanted to stand up, but Ling Yan's other hand held her shoulder, making her unable to move.

"This word is misspelled."

Ling Yan took her and rewrote the typo, "Can you write it?"

"……meeting."

Su Yin's breath was a little unsteady, and she couldn't help but look back at him, and he happened to look over, with four eyes facing each other, so close that she could see herself clearly in his eyes.

Confusion in ignorance.

Ling Yan was quite satisfied with her performance, smiled, then let go, straightened her back, "I'll go out for a while, you copy slowly, don't worry."

"Ah."

Su Yin glanced at her right hand unconsciously, her thin lips pursed slightly.

What does it mean to loosen it and scratch it twice?
Seeing Ling Yan walk out of the study room and close the door, Su Yin let out a long sigh of relief, put away the books and the copied content and walked towards the side hall.

Pei Yongqi was squatting on the steps to tease the cat, but the cat was squinting with its hands in its hands, and didn't seem to care about him.

Hearing the sound of footsteps, he raised his head and jokingly said, "Why did you come back so early today? Didn't you always come back after dinner in the past?"

Su Yin turned a deaf ear, went straight to pick up the cat and hugged it in his arms, then stuffed the book and paper into his hands, "Your Highness asked you to copy this book."

(End of this chapter)