After rebirth, she married the prince of the enemy country

Chapter 212
Ling Yan was sitting on the armchair at the moment, and Su Yin was standing two steps away from him, so that he had to raise his head slightly to look at her.

The flames on the desk danced in the bottom of her eyes, and when she looked carefully, she could still discern a little tenderness.

After saying the words of refusal, she still looked straight at him.

"Ah……"

Ling Yan pursed his lips and shook his head. Not only was he not annoyed, but he also spoke softly, "Just stay with me?"

With soft light in her deep eyes, Su Yin deliberately followed her gaze. Somewhat unable to resist, Su Yin scolded herself for being useless, took a pen and paper to the small table next to her, and sat down to write.

She is still used to writing that handwriting, which is ugly and unique.

She only practiced Hairpin Xiaokai because of Wei Ziyuan. She was so satisfied when she finished it, but now she hates it.

Ling Yan took out a few memorials, flipped through them, his eyes always drifted in her direction unconsciously, then he simply put down the books, raised his legs and walked over.

Standing behind Su Yin, she hit the nail on the head, "You don't like Zanhua Xiaokai?"

Su Yin didn't look up, but just hummed lightly.

"why?"

"It doesn't look good."

Ling Yan slowly leaned over to watch her earnestly trace, stretched out his arm behind her, and grabbed her hand holding the pen, "If you don't like it, I will teach you another way."

Su Yin didn't respond, but loosened his hand so that he could control it.

be the default.

Ling Yan took her hand to write a line of words on the paper, which was his usual handwriting.

There are edges and corners, but not so sharp.

Su Yin stared at the tip of the pen, and the corners of her mouth slowly turned up. In the past few months, Wei Ziyuan's traces with her seemed to be getting weaker and weaker.

She suddenly said, "Your Highness..."

"how?"

Su Yin followed his hand and continued to write, "I am very good at imitating. If His Highness teaches you this way, aren't you afraid that I will learn to imitate your important letters?"

Ling Yan laughed silently, "Can you?"

"What if?"

"I'm a very confident person, nothing happens."

The two were close, and Ling Yan's voice was soft, but it could not be questioned, "Su Yin, I have always been suspicious of people, and I am not suspicious of hiring people. As for you..."

He seemed to have thought of something, and the raised corner of his mouth never went down.

Su Yin didn't hear the following for a long time, so she couldn't help turning her head to look, "What am I?"

The eyes collided, and the room was silent for a moment.

In the end, it was Ling Yan who pinched her chin first, forcing her to turn her head, "It's nothing, just practice hard, or you'll embarrass me if you hand it in."

"..."

In the past few days, it has always been raining in the middle of the night, sometimes big and sometimes small, and the rain falls in clusters along the ridge of the roof in a short while.

A rough palm stretched out the window, deliberately catching the rainwater falling from the eaves, as if to wash away the blood of other people that had already penetrated into the skin.

The door was knocked suddenly, Wu Yongda asked someone to come in in a deep voice, Shu Jiu clasped his fists in front of him, "Commander."

"What happened to the people in the prison?"

"They all committed suicide in fear of crime."

Wu Yongda was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly sneered, "What a 'suicide in fear of crime', Ling Qi is so quick to strike..."

If he still can't figure out what happened that night, he will spend all these years in the court in vain.

The underground casino was owned by Ling Qi. He was afraid that those people would not be able to bear the pressure to extract confessions, so he sent them all on the road.

It was Ling Yan who was behind the trick, and he became a knife between the two brothers.

After Jingshan Temple, Emperor Zhao seemed suspicious of him. During this period of time, he did nothing. Seeing that the spring was approaching and a new batch of scholars were about to enter the court, it was time for him to act.

(End of this chapter)