Listening to the sound of some kind of giant falling to the ground outside, Wen Xining patted the dust on her hands proudly. She felt so good at throwing the whip just now. She finally let go of the bad mood of being punished with copying books. Although
She didn't copy a word of this book.
Covering her sore chest, and looking at the palms of her hands that were injured from pulling the whip, Wen Xining said decisively to Beitang Shuo and Quan'er: "It's better now, there's no need to copy this book.
Quan'er, when Nanny Lin wakes up later, go and tell her that my hand was wounded by a whip and I can't write."
"Ah, madam, your hand is injured, let Shuo'er take a look." Beitang Shuo hadn't noticed that her hand was injured before. Hearing this, he became anxious and quickly grabbed her hand. Sure enough, he saw a crack in the palm of his hand.
A cut was made, and a trace of blood was oozing out. Suddenly his handsome face twisted into a ball, "It hurts, Shuoer, let me blow it on you."
The warm breath blew on Wen Xining's hand, itching and soft, which she couldn't get used to. She couldn't help but blush slightly, and she pulled her hand back unnaturally. When she turned her eyes, she happened to see the girl who was still quietly
The gold ingot lying on the ground quickly changed the subject and joked: "I don't know which wealthy master actually used gold ingots as hidden weapons. I don't mind a few more."
Following her teasing voice, a figure jumped in from the open window. Wen Xining felt a flash of golden light in front of her eyes, and Mu Lifeng, who was dressed in gorgeous clothes, had landed in front of her with a charming smile.
Elegantly bending down to pick up the gold ingot on the ground, he put it to his mouth, blew it gently, and tossed it in his hand. He looked at Wen Xining with a smile and said, "Why, does the princess like it?"
Sure enough it was him!
"That's necessary." Wen Xining crossed her arms across her chest and smiled, "There's nothing in the world that's more beautiful than this, and there's nothing I like more."
As soon as these words came out, Mu Lifeng's smile suddenly turned into gloating. Before Wen Xining realized what he meant, there was a burst of shouting in his ears: "Madam, you are lying, you clearly said Shuo
Shuo'er is the most beautiful, and your favorite is Shuo'er, you are lying!"
"..." Wen Xining was sweating. How could she forget when she had said such disgusting words? But thinking about it carefully... it seems that she really said it. Although the meaning is not entirely like this, a fool's understanding is always a little biased.
He couldn't help but twitch the corner of his mouth slightly, and quickly comforted: "Well, people and things can't be compared. This money is a thing, and you are not a thing, so..."
"Uuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuuu Madam, you are scolding me, you are scolding Shuo'er for nothing..." Beitang Shuo was not stupid at this moment. He immediately caught Wen Xining's slip of the tongue and immediately stopped complying.