Actually, by standing in the middle of the study room, she thought she could pull the distance between the two of them a little further, but in the end she found that she was standing in the wrong place.

Whether Mo Liancheng is raising his head or lowering it, as long as the corner of his eyes moves, he would be able to sweep her whole body. This feeling is like being treated as a prisoner, which makes her feel very uncomfortable.

Mo Liancheng raised his eyebrows, his head was still not lifted, and his eyes did not move. He patiently waited for her.

"In fact, it is not a big deal, but Tan'erfeels that w.a.n.g Ye has been sitting in the study for a while, and he should goback to the room to rest." She almost fainted, listening to what she said.The words that came out from her mouth where entirely contradicting to what sheoriginally wanted to say. Nearly half of the words she wanted to say were leftout.

"w.a.n.g fei is concerned about ben w.a.n.g?"

(ben w.a.n.g 本王: meaning this king/prince, a way the imperial princes call themselves with)

"Yes. If w.a.n.g ye wants to think so, then Tan'er indeed is concerned about w.a.n.g ye."

"Nothing else except this thing?"

"Nothing else."

"Then you can go back."

"However, Tan'er is the w.a.n.g fei of w.a.n.g ye, can't I stay here?" Qu Taner's face changed, she lifted her head up and looked at Mo Liancheng with grief. If going straight does not work, then going askew is also not bad. She'll wait for him to returns to his bedroom, then follow him into the bedroom to take a look, together will also do. Whenever she encounters something about the ancient bed, she feels that her mental capabilities become incomprehensible.

(If going straight does not work, then going askew is also not bad.: meaning if using just and fair methods to achieve her goal doesn't help then she'd rather use devious ones)

"Do you know the position of the door?" Mo Liancheng lifted his head up, and with a meaningful glance his eyes swept over her, giving her hints.

"Know." Qu Tan'er pulled out the corner of her mouth, she understood what he meant.

(pulled out the corner of her mouth: meaning she was pouting)

"Turn your body over."

"What?"

"lift your leg up."

"Why?"

"When you go out, remember to close the door for ben w.a.n.g."

"..." Qu Tan'er was completely speechless. The most difficult person to serve in the entire eighth w.a.n.g fu is Mo Liancheng, she got it. Afterwards she turned away, raised her foot, then stepped forward, walking resolutely, did not hesitate one bit. She has a thick face, but absolutely incomparable to that of a certain man.

(thick face: meaning insensitive to criticism or insults/Shameless)

In conclusion, anyone entering the door, in less than half a moment, they will be defeated.

But no one expected, Qu Tan'er stepped out of the study, but did not walk half a few steps, and returned again, smiling, with a small plate in her hand, and some snacks on the plate, following her was Jing xin holding tea. A moment ago she came in alone, and kept Jing xin waiting outside the study.

"w.a.n.g Ye, you have been sitting for so long, you should be thirsty. Tan'er specially prepared some snacks for you. w.a.n.g Ye, taste the craftsmans.h.i.+p of Tan'er." Qu Tan'er entered, and without waiting for Mo Liancheng to open his mouth, she tried to win his favor by inviting him to eat.

"En." Mo Liancheng didn't look a little bit different, he was calm and indifferent, maintaining the same expression.

"w.a.n.g Ye, do you like ginseng tea?" Qu Tan'er smiled softly, and placed the snack in her hand in front of Mo Liancheng, then she put down the tea in her hand. When the tea was placed, a flash of light flickered in his eyes but continued what he was doing, however, this time, the corner of his mouth was drawn out.

This, he really is idle and have nothing to do, actually painting, and the painting is of a pretty beautiful bird standing under a tall wall, yet unable to fly.

Suddenly her heart skipped a beat, why do I feel that this painting is very familiar?

The bird that can't fly out, and quite miserable... is like her?

However, the painting seems to be a little weird...

Mo Liancheng glanced at her and did not pay muchattention to it, continuing to draw his unfinished painting.