After staying in the study for an afternoon with Xuanyuan Che, he finally handled all the memorials, looking very tired.

When my fingers gently rubbed my eyebrows, my voice became much darker when I opened my mouth.

"I have a painting here. How about you see it?"

He got up and took out a scroll of painting from a pavilion, unfolded the painting, and the faint fragrance of ink was swaying.

The beautiful mountains and rivers are majestic and the style of writing is very sharp. Looking at the signature, it was painted by Xuanyuan Che himself.

Xuanyuan Che moved his fingers gently on the painting, looked up at Xiaoxiao, with his handsome eyebrows frivolously, "This painting was written by me, and there is no inscription yet."

"Is the prince just giving away people or entertaining himself?"

“What’s the difference?”

"If you give it to someone, the inscription must be mentioned according to the other party's identity. If it is just entertainment, just be as casual as you want."

Xuanyuan Che handed her the mutton fat pen and said softly, "You can write the inscription for me."

"I?"

"It is rumored that you can recite poems and lyrics at the age of six. It should be a breeze for you to replace words."

When he said this, a strange look flashed in Xuanyuan Che's eyes.

Xia Weiyang, the princess of Xia Kingdom, was stupid since childhood, and she knew nothing about chanting poems and lyrics.

He deliberately reversed the facts in order to test her.

"Who is the prince giving this painting to?"

"The Emperor of the Night Kingdom."

Xiaoxiao frowned slightly, remembered a plot she had watched in the TV series, her brows gradually stretched out, and she picked up her pen and wrote five big words.

Fortunately, in modern times, she often practiced calligraphy to cultivate her sentiment, so it was also a good character to write.

"The king's longing for the mountains and rivers..."

Xuanyuan Che said it softly with an expressionless face, sneered secretly, raised his head to look at Xiaoxiao, "It turns out that he is very talented."

Who is she? She has the same face as Xia Weiyang, but she has no similarity with the Xia Weiyang she knows.

No matter how much a person changes, it is impossible for him to change so quickly?

There are more and more doubts in my heart, and I can't figure it out no matter how hard I think about it.

Seeing that he had a change of expression for a while, Xiaoxiao couldn't help but mutter in a low voice, "Like a chameleon."
Chapter completed!