After I traveled through the book, I spoiled the anorexic prince

Hearing his name being spoken by the little girl, Wei Yanshi's heart trembled. He looked up and saw the trace of depression in her eyes. He carefully asked, "Why did Qinghe ask him?"

Gu Qinghe did not answer, but asked him: "Do you know him?"

The tone of her voice was not as gentle and soft as usual, it was a little aggressive and anxious. It was the first time that Wei Yanshi saw her like this, whether in his identity as Liu Bai or in his own identity.

The anxious look on her face did not seem to indicate anticipation for "Wei Yanshi", but rather a kind of disgust and annoyance.

Wei Yanshi couldn't tell how he felt at the moment of reading her emotions. The corners of his mouth lifted unconsciously, but the smile didn't reach his eyes at all: "Everyone in Yandu calls him 'Little King of Hell', the younger brother of the current emperor. Everyone in the Yan Dynasty knows him, and everyone hates him. How come Qinghe hates him too?"

Hearing his sarcasm, Gu Qinghe gradually came back to her senses, realizing that her bad mood was too obvious. She calmly said, "It's not that I hate him. I just heard that he could write as soon as he held a pen when he was young, and that no one could beat him in martial arts when he was young. I'm just a little curious."

Having said that, there was no curiosity on her face, and she even looked indifferent.

Wei Yanshi pondered her words "It's not that I hate you" carefully in his heart and sensed the mystery hidden in her words.

The answer is "I don't hate it", not "I don't hate it".

Men of letters value clean conduct and a proud character, and they also pay attention to the careful consideration of the words they choose. However, their words are often mocked by the rough martial artists on their rival sides, who say that they sound flowery and useless.

At the Wei Yanshi, he was between the literati and the warriors, and inevitably he was infected with the bad habit of pointing fingers at each other.

Feeling the meaning in Gu Qinghe's words, his mood unconsciously dropped, and his long-lost scheming began to win back: "Qinghe doesn't like him, which is good. He later joined the army and disappeared for several years. He has not returned yet."

He subconsciously concealed his current identity, not wanting to see the obvious disgust and annoyance in her eyes. He was even somewhat glad that he had not told her his name a few days ago.

"Is that so?" Gu Qinghe responded thoughtfully, and then asked, "Do you know how many years he has been in the army this year?"

Apart from his real identity, Wei Yanshi told the truth about everything else: "Fourth year."

"Leave it blank," Gu Qinghe said softly, "You two seem to be like this."

"Really?" The bell in Wei Yanshi's heart was touched by her, and it rang loudly: "How is it similar? Why didn't I notice it?"

"Liubai, you're panicking." Gu Qinghe pointed out calmly, "Normally, you wouldn't ask me so many questions. You can write poems and essays like Wei Yanshi, and you also have the skills he has. You also had the anorexia symptoms after serving in the army for four years, and you also had the same symptoms some time ago."

After hearing the last sentence, Wei Yanshi calmed down immediately: "Qinghe, I am different from him. I never hate food. On the contrary, I like it very much and have aspired to try all the delicacies in the world. Just now, I ate the food you made and didn't have any other reaction."

"In this vast world, there are many who can compose poetry and prose, and there are also many who can wield a gun or a sword. There are few in the court and in the martial arts world, but that doesn't mean there are none."

"More than a decade ago, the great general Gu Nanping in the General's Mansion was one, and now the Pavilion Master of Xunqing Pavilion in the Jianghu is also one. They are as well-known as him. And I am just a nobody, and I am not worthy of you comparing me with him like this."