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"General, are you not going to patrol the city today?" Xuan Heng could no longer tolerate it.

Xuan Mo alone would be fine, but why did Jing Ye also want to join in the fun? Could it be that some noble gentleman recommended him to the empress? If he knew who was talking too much, he would definitely kill that nosy person.

Jing Ye looked straight ahead, "His Majesty said that we must protect His Highness Lan Ning."

This was indeed an order from the Empress, and anyone with a discerning eye could see what the Empress meant.

One of him is not enough, so he adds Xuan Mo, and that is still not enough, so he has to add Jing Ye.

Xuan Heng's face was dark. He didn't say anything more and dealt with his own affairs silently. He really couldn't wait to finish dealing with all the things on the table and take Lan Ning back as soon as possible to avoid these people worrying about him.

His favorability is full, so Lan Ning will no longer receive any floating favorability notifications, but she can directly feel Xuan Heng's mood at the moment.

Lan Ning practiced calligraphy diligently, and even found time to discuss with Wanmei Xiaoliu how to conquer Xuan Mo.

Perfect Xiaoliu: "Xuan Mo is a difficult character to capture."

He was clearly the second person to meet Lan Ning, but his favorable impression of her was not as great as Jing Ye's. In addition, this man's thoughts were difficult to guess, so Lan Ning did not dare to act rashly.

For now, I can only maintain my hardworking personality to maintain my goodwill to a certain extent.

Lan Ning: "It's more than difficult. I'm sitting here practicing calligraphy and he's right next to me, as if he doesn't exist."

Perfect Xiaoliu thought about it carefully and said, "Why don't you upgrade your skills first? We have enough points now. If you upgrade this skill, you can be more sensitive to Xuan Mo's emotional changes."

If he hadn't mentioned it, Lan Ning would have almost forgotten it.

Now that she has enough points, she doesn't need to use the things in the mall for a while, so it's better to upgrade so that Perfect Xiaoliu doesn't have to nag her all the time.

"Level up, level up." Lan Ning was a little frustrated. After all, she had played many games and thought she could grasp the inner thoughts of some characters, but she kept falling into the same trap with Xuan Mo.

Now you need to use skills to explore.

[Sixth sense level +1, sensitivity of each sense +35%, remaining points. ]

Points are hard to earn but easy to spend. Lan Ning couldn't help but sigh. At this moment, she felt that she was more sensitive to the movements around her.

The only sound in the hall was the silence of turning pages, but she could hear everyone's breathing and heartbeat clearly. The man beside her was breathing a little weakly, and his vague gaze did fall on her occasionally.

Xuan Mo still cares about her.

Lan Ning rolled her eyes, and in an instant she came up with a great idea.

Even today, Lan Ning still insists on manually maxing out all his skills, which naturally includes practicing calligraphy. Unfortunately, Lan Ning has been busy recently and has delayed a lot of progress in practicing calligraphy.

I picked up the brush again, but the words I wrote were still terrible.

After practicing for another piece of paper, Lan Ning sighed and drooped the white cat. Xuan Mo felt a little sorry for the lost little cat.

You can't be impetuous when practicing calligraphy, but for Lan Ning, she definitely hopes that she can improve.

Xuan Mo put down the memorial in his hand, took the white paper that Lan Ning used for calligraphy practice, picked up the cinnabar pen and wrote a very beautiful word "Lan" on the paper.

"Your Highness, why don't you start practicing with simple characters first?" Xuan Mo said, "How about writing your own name first?"

His voice was as gentle as his other voices, able to calm Lan Ning's restlessness. The cat ears among his black hair moved, and then he looked at him with a pair of bright eyes, nodding very high-spiritedly.

"it is good."

[Xuan Mo's favorability +1, total favorability: 38. ]

really.

Lan Ning seemed to have grasped the secret of how to increase Xuan Mo's favorability. This man did not need to be as obedient as Xuan Heng. It seemed that one had to be more energetic and motivated around him in order to attract his attention.

It’s a pity that Xuan Mo has not yet reached the most basic critical point of favorability, and cannot unlock Xuan Mo’s childhood story, otherwise she should have won Xuan Mo over faster.

Lan Ning fell into deep thought, while Fu Rou, who was walking in Furong Palace at the moment, heard that Lan Ning was in Qinzheng Palace, she rarely laughed.

"I underestimated her." Furou laughed, "She didn't take the bait after all the arrangements we made. I thought she would give everything for the position of Princess Di."

After Furou said this, she felt something was wrong. That woman seemed to have never taken the position of empress seriously. She was obsessed with killing herself.

"Did she have sex with Xuan Heng?" Fu Rou asked sinisterly.

"Yes." The man in the dark purple official robes answered respectfully, "Lord Hengyue has gone to the Swamp today. What should we do next?"

Once these people who supported Fu Rou left Heng Yue, they were like a flock of sheep without a leader. They just kept circling around Fu Rou all day long but were unable to take any practical action for their grand plans.

Seeing more and more people supporting Lan Ning in the court all day long, they couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

Furou exhaled deeply. She had thought a lot while she was under house arrest, and she regretted not checking Lan Ning's body at the time, otherwise there wouldn't be this scene today.

She and Lan Ning were already at loggerheads, and neither side was willing to give up, so they could only fight to the death.

She can't win over Xuan Heng now, but she can try to win over Xuan Mo and Jing Ye, at least she can't let them join Lan Ning.

"This princess hasn't been to the Qinzheng Palace for a long time." Furou suddenly said, looking at the courtier who reported the news to her with a half-smile, "Let's go and see the danger that Wanjing is in now."

Furou never gave up on saving herself. Since her people were sent to the Swamp, she took this opportunity to restore her reputation. As long as she could prove her worth in front of all the ministers, the position of imperial princess would not be a problem.

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Lan Ning wrote his name on a page, but only a few of them were readable.

She touched her nose and turned her eyes to look at Xuan Mo's handwriting. It was so much more beautiful than hers that she would never be able to catch up.

"What's wrong?" Xuan Mo put down the cinnabar pen. He noticed a long time ago that Lan Ning had finished writing. After writing so many times, there was still no improvement.

I am staring at his words in a daze. Could it be that I am afraid?

Lan Ning drooped her ears. She stared at Xuan Mo's handwriting and asked him in a low voice, "When can I write as beautifully as you?"

Xuan Mo comforted her skillfully, "Write more and practice more, you will get it sooner or later."

Lan Ning didn't feel encouraged. She continued to stare at her own handwriting in silence. This made Xuan Mo's expression stagnate, and he rarely felt helpless.

It was the first time that Xuan Mo realized that he might not have the talent to comfort others. He had clearly said many comforting words to other people in the past, but now he couldn't say it to Lan Ning.

What if it irritates her and makes her even more frustrated?

Xuan Mo couldn't help but frown. He was thinking about what words would be appropriate to say at this time, while the originally silent man suddenly became full of fighting spirit.

"Okay! Then I'll practice another page!" Lan Ning took out another piece of paper, spread it out and started writing quickly.

Xuan Mo, who was still trying to comfort her, said: "......"

[Xuan Mo's favorability +1, total favorability: 40. ]