I had something in mind, my finger twisted, and the ball was wrong.

Just as he was about to apologize, he heard an angry voice coming from outside, "Your Highness!"

"Who? I just......"

Zhu Yunxi turned around, suddenly feeling a little embarrassed. He saw Zhang Shan appearing from the other side at some point, facing him, as if glaring angrily.

"Damn it, it's time to get caught! This old Zhang is not as good as Zhao Sili, so he needs to leave quickly!"

Zhu Yunxi complained in his heart, turned around and left, "It's getting late, Zhang Aiqing should rest early!"

"Your Highness, I have something to say!"

"Let's talk tomorrow, I'm so lonely!"

When Zhu Yunxi fled and Zhang Shan pursued him, Zhang Ronger quickly closed the window and grabbed the poem written by the emperor's grandson in his hand.

Then, he lit the lights in the cabin and began to read silently word by word.

"It turns out that His Highness's handwriting is so good!"

Looking, looking, Zhang Ronger felt something was wrong, and the silk handkerchief in her hand seemed to have a double image.

"Is there words at the back?"

He was puzzled, and his eyes widened immediately on the spot.
Chapter completed!