Chapter 44 What acacia is rampant

After being gently intimidated that night, Su Qingli has been in the prince's mansion for five days and counted five fingers to live. Fortunately, King Ruilin did not do the thing that scared her, but let her play the piano day and night.

His dependence on Su Qingli's sound not only made it difficult for Su Qingli to search for clues, but also made it difficult for Feng Siqi to contact her.

"These are useless. Are there any other clues?" Feng Siqi asked that he had followed here since the first day she arrived here, but they didn't really meet until yesterday.

Su Qingli put down the book "Butterfly Spring" she was studying and said, "There are people following me 24 hours a day. How do you want me to find clues, and you also have to tell me what is a clue."

"24 hours?" She said strange things again, and she also said that he had figured out the routine of her speech, but he didn't notice it at all. But the current thing is more important. Looking at the useless things in his hand, he said, "Go to his study to see if there are any books, letters and books."

"Didn't I just send you a letter yesterday?" He has already said this, and she did find it. King Ruilin always came to him, but he did not restrict her movement and even let him enter his most private study. She doesn't know why he is not alert to her at all, maybe because she is just a child.

"I've seen it. Those are useless things. Won't you take a look at them before you take them?" She really took two bundles of letters to him yesterday, let him read them for two hours, and had to return them before King Ruilin found that something was missing. And there are all the contents of those letters, and there are even some love letters from King Ruilin and his love husband. After reading them, he almost spit out jaundice.

"I said that I'm not very literate. In addition, most of the things you want are not printed. It's like handwritten books and ghost symbols. It's good that I didn't give you the water and electricity bill. You are satisfied. Besides, what did he collect useless things so tightly?

At this point, the two fell silent at the same time.

After a while, Feng Siqi seemed to think of something: "You can't read, but you can always read the picture. Maybe you can look for the drawings, the drawings of the cannon."

Yesterday, he asked Su Qingli to describe the operation of the cannon in as much detail as possible. According to her description, the cannon is a powerful lethal weapon that can accurately attack the target from a long distance. If I have drawings, I can let people find a way to crack this thing.

Su Qingli thought for a moment and felt that what he said was very reasonable, so she nodded and said, "I'll try my best. However, I still have a new idea. In fact, during the days when I get along with him, I can feel that he has something on his mind. Maybe it has something to do with what you are looking for. It is very painful to hide a secret in your heart for a long time. I may be able to find a way to let him tell the plan directly while looking for information. Come out."

"Are you sure?" It's a bold idea. Although it's very difficult to do, you can definitely try it.

"It doesn't matter if you are not sure to try. Anyway, there will be no more clues if it goes on like this, and the longer things are delayed, the more dangerous it will be for you and me." She just said a cliché and said something wrong. King Ruilin treats her as a child now, and at most he will only think that she is childish.

"Don't act rashly. If you have any plans, you must inform us first, okay?"

As soon as Feng Siqi's words fell, Su Qingli heard the sound of the bodyguard outside the door. She put her index finger on her lips and made a silent gesture, "Oh no, he's coming. Hide quickly."

After saying that, he quickly pulled Feng Siqi up from his seat and pushed him in the direction of the wardrobe.

It is strange to say that from ancient times to the present, the wardrobe seems to have been created for Tibetans. Before entering the cabinet, Feng Siqi suddenly turned around and said, "Oh, do you think we really have an affair?"

"If so, please never come out!"

"Are you talking to the wardrobe?" While she closed the wardrobe, King Ruilin came in from the door and saw that her talking to herself was actually very cute, so he said, "Is it boring to stay alone for a long time? Didn't I say that you could walk anywhere in the royal palace?

He walked to Su Qingli, lowered his head and covered the little man under his body and looked at it completely. "I heard that you went to the study again today and found your favorite book?" As she spoke, she hung her unretouched temples behind her ears, as gentle as a loving father.

"The prince knows that Anan was born in poverty and did not go to a private school when he was a child, so Anan is not very literate, but Anan also wants to have some other communication with the prince besides the piano, so... Prince, am I overpowerful?"

"No, Nan'er, I don't need you to do anything else. You are so simple that you don't know anything now, which is what I want to see most. Go play the piano. I'm going to listen to you all night tonight."

One night... Su Qingli looked at her fingers. Even if she wrapped her fingers every time she played the piano, her fingerprints would be flattened sooner or later.

She turned around and thought that she also wanted to end this matter as soon as possible for her fingerprints.

King Ruilin walked to the opposite position of her piano table and suddenly found a book on the ground. He was curious about what Su Qingli had read, so he picked it up and looked at it, "Butterfly Spring is this piano score. Do I have such a book?"

"No, this is what I brought. Does the prince want to listen?"

"It's up to you, as long as the sound of the piano doesn't stop."

Sure enough, just like a few days ago, King Ruilin just sat not far from her and listened to the sound of the piano quietly, but never said anything.

Butterfly Spring is very long and consists of many chapters. She played it for so long, and she studied it for so long. In just a few days here, she suddenly came up with an idea. Butterfly Spring is not a simple music score. It is telling a story. When she understands what kind of story it is, maybe she can return to the original world.

After playing about three chapters, she stopped. King Ruilin had no feeling about it, but stared at the corner of the room.

He is not listening to himself playing the piano, nor did he do those obscene things to himself. So why did he spend a lot of money to buy himself?

Should it be that she has fallen in love with himself before she takes action?

Su Qingli gently walked to his side. He didn't notice it. She sat down, lay down carefully, and pillowed on his thigh. Her words were soft like a fallen flower, "Your Majesty, who are you waiting for to come back?"