Shi Qianxi pulled hard and Lin Zhuo's whole body fell forward.

Then, Shi Qianxi lowered his head slightly, and his stern face gradually approached Lin Zhuo's jade-white ear. As the distance got closer, a warm breath came out of Shi Qianxi's mouth, like a breeze blowing across Lin Zhuo's sensitive earlobe. However, in sharp contrast to this gentle movement, Shi Qianxi's tone was extremely cold, like a biting cold wind in the cold winter, which made people shudder.

"Don't move!" The voice was full of warning and threat, "Otherwise I will kill you!" These words were like an extremely sharp sword. Lin Zhuo froze instantly, not daring to move at all.

Shi Qianxi's hand on Lin Zhuo's waist suddenly exerted force, and the force was so strong that it seemed to break Lin Zhuo's waist. As the force in his hand continued to increase, Lin Zhuo felt a sharp pain in his waist, as if he was bitten by a ferocious beast and could not break free. But Shi Qianxi had no intention of letting go. His eyes were as cold as ice, staring straight at Lin Zhuo, which made people shudder.

"Your Highness, I won't move. Please don't kill me, okay?"

"Someone, come and arrange accommodation for Mr. Lin." Shi Qianxi let go of Lin Zhuo and shouted outside the door.

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In this bitterly cold winter, when the outside world is covered by icy winds and snow, there is nothing better than lying comfortably in a warm bed.

Not long after Lin Zhuo fell asleep, the door of the room creaked open. Shi Qianxi came to the bedside and looked at Lin Zhuo's rosy little face, sleeping soundly. She couldn't help but mutter in her heart: He eats well and sleeps well in my East Palace. Is he brave or stupid?

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Early the next morning.

"Your Highness, Master Lin has arrived at the door." The servant reported respectfully to the inside of the house, and then stood quietly aside waiting for instructions.

After a long while, a deep and attractive voice came from inside the room: "Let him in."

An entire wall of the study is occupied by tall bookshelves, which are filled with various books and scrolls. In the middle of the study stands a huge desk, on which are neatly placed the four treasures of the study, such as pens, ink, paper, and inkstone.

Shi Qianxi sat upright on the carved sandalwood chair, dressed in a white dress as white as snow, like a banished immortal. Her slender fingers gently held a yellowed ancient book.

"What are you standing there for? Come over and grind ink for me! Do you want me to get up and invite you personally?"

"Yes."

About one stick of incense passed.

"Your Highness, it's ready."

Lin Zhuo gently moved his fingers, which had become a little sore and swollen from holding them for a long time. As his fingers stretched and bent, a slight soreness came from his fingertips. This ancient word is so tiring...

Shi Qianxi picked up the brush, dipped it in ink, then grabbed a piece of rice paper and spread it on the table with a "pa" sound.

As a result, the ink dried up after he had just written two words. This made Shi Qianxi look up with some dissatisfaction and glared at Lin Zhuo sharply: "You can't even do such a simple thing?"

"Your Highness, Lin Zhuo doesn't know how to do that."

"Do you want to disobey me?"

"…Your Highness, I have never done anything like this at home, and I did not intend to disobey."