Quan'er dipped the brush in ink and handed it to Wen Xining's hand, "Miss, write."
Wen Xining glanced at Nanny Lin, who was standing at the door in astonishment. The corners of her lips curled up slightly, and she suddenly said: "I don't like to be disturbed by others when I am writing. Except for Quan'er, there are no other people."
Get down here."
Although the tone was rude, it gave Granny Lin an excuse to leave, and she quickly said with a smile: "Since the princess has figured it out, I will not disturb you, so that I can explain to the empress.
"After that, she took Xia'er and left.
But Wen Xining sneered at her back. This dead old woman is really hateful. Before she left, she even used the queen to press her down. Do you really think she was scared?
It's a joke, and I don't even bother to ask, when has she, Wen Xining, been scared?
Thinking in her mind, but her hands moved quickly, Quan'er walked to the door and poked around the door. When she heard the footsteps walking away, she breathed a sigh of relief. When she returned to Wen Xining's table
Bian, when he saw what she wrote, he immediately became happy.
"Miss, what is this?"
"Pig, wild boar, do you think it looks like that Aunt Lin?" Wen Xining didn't even raise her head, she tapped the tip of her pen, and added two tusks to the mouth of the wild boar in her mouth, and her masterpiece was completed.
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"Pfft!" Quan'er couldn't help laughing, and said curiously: "Miss, does this wild boar look like this? When have you seen it before?"
Wen Xining rolled her eyes at Quan'er, threw the pen on the table with a bang, and said coldly: "You haven't eaten pork, haven't you seen a pig running? Stop talking nonsense and hurry up and kill that fool.
Find it."
"Prince? What are you doing with him? And Miss, don't you write quickly? It's already late." Quan'er looked puzzled.
Wen Xining stood up and walked towards the soft couch behind the screen for resting, and said angrily: "What to write about? Don't you remember that your lady has lost her memory? Unfortunately, I happened to forget even this writing.
So, either you go find a fool and ask him to write it, or you write it yourself and figure it out yourself, I’ll take a nap first.”
Seeing her go behind the screen, Quan'er felt like crying, but let's not say that she didn't know where to find the prince. Even if she knew, she didn't have the courage. Forget it, who put herself in such a situation?
Where is the master...
Sighing, Quan'er sat down in front of the desk, picked up a pen and copied those things that looked a bit heavy for her unkind master.
The study room was very quiet, with the faint fragrance of ink and books permeating it. Wen Xining lay half-stretched on the soft couch, his head moving slowly, and he gradually became confused.
Quan'er was concentrating on writing when she suddenly saw a white figure tiptoeing in. Her eyes widened and she whispered softly: "Your Majesty, Your Majesty?"