the next day.

Ling Qingge and the tenth prince Gu Ziliao made an appointment to meet at Xueting in the city.

"Hey, I'll give it back to you, and this is my exercise book, please forgive me, Master, and check my homework?"

Ling Qingge had a rabbit velvet collar around her neck, which made her smile even more brightly.

She returned Gu Zili's copybook, and by the way, handed over the copybook she practiced on.

Gu Ziliang sat opposite her, with a pine forest covered with snow behind him.

The pavilion rests on the half of Dingshan Lake, which is covered with frost and snow.

The cold wind blows, and the stove in the pavilion burns, but it dispels a bit of coldness.

Gu Ziliang smiled gently: "You recognize me as your master?"

Ling Qingge's crescent eyebrows curved: "That's right, I'm serious!"

"Really, then I'll take a good look." He lowered his blue eyes and flipped through Ling Qingge's practice copybook.

After a while, he raised his head with a smile: "Sure enough, it's well written, and it doesn't look like it's just learning Western language."

Ling Qingge was even happier after receiving his encouragement.

She greeted Jin Nu who bowed her head: "Quick, pour some hot tea, I must have a cup with Langsheng."

Jinnu stepped forward to add tea.

Ling Qingge said with a smile: "But your handwriting is really not like yours. I didn't expect you to be as gentle as jade, yet your handwriting is bold and bold."

Gu Ziliang picked up the teacup and smiled: "You misunderstood, it's not my handwriting on the copybook."

"It's the copybooks of some Western domain names that I collected on weekdays."

Sudden!

With a crisp sound, Jin Nu knocked over the tea cover.

The hot water overflowed, almost scalding Ling Qingge's hand.

Ling Qingge was startled, and quickly shrank back.

Gu Ziliang frowned: "Are you alright?"

Jin Nu hurriedly knelt down: "The slave girl didn't hold her hand steady for a while, please forgive the princess."

Ling Qingge patted the water droplets on her sleeves.

She waved her hand and said generously, "Forget it, I didn't get burned, and you have frostbite on your hand. Maybe it's because of this that you can't hold the teapot stably."

Gu Ziliang lowered his eyes and saw that there were indeed frostbite cracks on Jin Nu's clasped fingers.

He took a deep breath, and his blue eyes were calm: "Well, there is some scalding cream in my carriage."

"To be on the safe side, I'd better paint it with Qingge. Jin Nu, go get it. My little servant is by the carriage. Just tell him and he will find it for you."

Jin Nu seemed to be panicked, so he got up and nodded: "Yes, the servant will go now."

After seeing her leave, Gu Ziliang looked at Ling Qingge: "Have you ever lent the copybook I gave you to others?"

Ling Qingge was stunned, shook her head and said, "No, it's been in my room all the time. I haven't gone out these days, so I'm practicing calligraphy in the room."

Seeing Gu Zijie's expression was a little peculiar.

She couldn't help leaning over and asked in a low voice, "What's the matter?"

Gu Ziliang opened the copybook book and opened one of the pages to show her.

I saw a faint bloodstain at the bottom of the footer where Gu Ziliang pointed.

It's like it was accidentally rubbed on it, it's not conspicuous, and the range is smaller than the little finger cover.

Ling Qingge's eyes widened, she hurriedly brought the book over and carefully touched it twice.

"When did it come up, how come I don't know!"

Gu Zilii asked with a deep breath, "Aren't you injured?"

Ling Qingge shook her head again and again.

I saw Gu Zijie's blue eyes, with a deep color.

He glanced sideways, watching Jin Nu taking medicine by the carriage in the distance.

He said slowly and meaningfully: "It seems that the person with the wound on his hand stole the book for a while while you were not paying attention."