The Regent's Tender Darling

The next day.

The wind in the morning was much softer than a year ago. Yan Xuan was sorting out the bookshelf, and the mess in the room had been cleared away without leaving a trace.

Wang Ying helped on the side, glancing at the prince from time to time. The prince was calmly sorting out the scattered books, as if nothing happened last night.

Only the slender fingers of his right hand were half covered by white gauze, and the palm of his hand was also tightly wrapped.

The wound was so deep that he could vaguely see the bones when it was being bandaged. The wound hurt even when he looked at it, but to the prince, it seemed like he was just a mosquito bite.

"Wang Ying, please send someone to return these two volumes to Marquis Zhaoren." Yan Xuan said.

These two volumes of books were borrowed from Zhaorenhou. Zhaorenhou was very distressed when he borrowed them.

Fortunately, these books were not damaged by him. Since he had read them, even if he had to keep copies, he could still write them out without copying from the originals.

"Yes." Wang Ying agreed quickly and was careful when picking up the book. Books have always been the prince's favorite thing. Except for those books that are really not popular and cannot be read by the eyes, the prince reads almost all books.

From time to time, he would collect some strange books and unofficial histories for the prince.

Nowadays, there are many books in the prince's library. The books in the library are all read by the prince, or they are copies copied by the prince.

That's why it was placed in the library. Only books that the prince has not read will be placed in the room or study.

"Be careful on the road, don't damage it." Yan Xuan warned again, with a soft face and a gentle tone. He was the King An that everyone knew.

"yes."

Wang Ying walked out of the house holding the books.

He handed over this errand to a boy and gave some instructions before returning to the house.

The prince was still organizing some scattered books in an orderly manner, even if one hand moved, it would not look clumsy.

"My lord, please take a rest first. Let the younger one take care of this." Wang Ying said quickly.

Yan Xuan raised his eyes and glanced at Wang Ying, with a warm smile on his face and a gentle tone: "Okay."

This Wang Ying was his schoolboy when he was young. Because he liked to practice martial arts, he paid for him to go to the martial arts gym. After that, he became successful in learning and followed him all the time. He was also one of the people he trusted most.

Although Wang Ying has an ordinary appearance, his facial features are neat and neat. After being with him for a long time, it is inevitable that his body will be tainted with the aroma of books.

Looking at the scattered books being packed away bit by bit, Yan Xuan said: "Practice ink."

After that, he picked up the brush from the pen holder. Because his right hand was injured, he wrote with his left hand.

Wang Ying was not surprised and came over quickly to study the ink. He was probably the only one who knew that the prince could write with his left hand.

The writing still looks good, but it is different from the writing on the right hand. The handwriting is more graceful and less vigorous.

If you look closely, it looks like the words were written by your daughter's family.

After studying the ink, Wang Ying suddenly remembered something. He quickly took it out from his arms and said, "Your Majesty, I picked up a jade pendant outside today. It looks like... Your Majesty brought it back yesterday."

Yan Xuan's writing hand paused for a moment, and then continued writing without even raising his eyes. He just said, "Put it down. I probably dropped it accidentally."

This jade pendant didn't fall accidentally, he threw it out. He thought someone would pick it up and forget about it, but he didn't expect Wang Ying to send it back to him again.

Wang Ying swallowed, hesitated and said: "Your Majesty, I shouldn't have said something..."

Before he finished speaking, Yan Xuan's deep voice was heard: "If you shouldn't say it, then don't say it."

Wang Ying: "..."

After a moment of silence, Wang Ying bowed his hands and said, "Yes."