Today is New Year's Eve, and the palace of Prince Gong is full of joy. In the courtyard, cigarette smoke is lingering, the shadows of flowers are colorful, and the lights are reflected everywhere. The maids and servants inside are very busy, and in the afternoon they can go home to celebrate New Year's Eve.
Li Moran looked at the still-dry handwriting on the desk, "The earth is beautiful in spring, and the world is full of blessings and happy events. This is a good sentence," he said, looking up at Shangguan Feng'er, who was holding a wolf hair with a happy face, and turned his bright eyes.
, Jian Mei frowned slightly, "Yeah, but this word,"
After hearing Li Moran's last four words, the smile on Shangguan Feng'er's face suddenly disappeared. She pouted and looked up at him with dissatisfaction, "But what's wrong with these words?" She knew she couldn't write calligraphy.
, and came to make fun of her.
Li Moran looked at Shangguan Feng'er and chuckled a few times, "This word is very special and unique."
Shangguan Feng'er could naturally hear the teasing meaning in Li Moran's words, but she didn't care, "Of course, there is no other person in the world who can write such words as this princess, so it is unique."
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She is a person who is easily satisfied, and she doesn't expect to be able to write as elegantly and elegantly as Li Moran. She can write like this, and she doesn't usually use a brush to write anyway.
Li Moran walked up behind her, hugged her from behind, placed his chin on Shangguan Feng'er's left shoulder, and murmured, "Yes, especially the person who writes is unique in this world."
Women will be moved by being moved, and they will be moved by being moved. However, if the heart is moved and moved at the same time, then it will be emotional.
Shangguan Feng'er's heart felt as sweet as eating sweet wine, and she let Li Moran embrace her.
After a long time, Li Moran let go of Shangguan Feng'er, then stretched out his hand to hold Shangguan Feng'er's hand that was holding the wolf hair, "Come, I'll teach you."
Li Moran's broad and warm hand held Shangguan Feng'er's petite and soft little hand and moved it up and down the white rice paper one stroke at a time. Shangguan Feng'er's hand was at the mercy of Li Moran. After a while, eight figures appeared on the white rice paper.
Black words: Hold your hand and grow old together with your son.
Looking at the horoscope in front of her, Shangguan Feng'er was moved for a long time, then turned around and hugged Li Moran tightly.
"Master." A strange voice that Shangguan Feng'er had never heard appeared at an inappropriate time outside the house, interrupting the two of them's tender moment.
Li Moran was startled, let go of Shangguan Feng'er, then quickly walked out and opened the door, only to see a man in dark clothes hunched over, with a few dark patches on his body.
"Come in." Li Moran said, then turned around and entered the house, and the man in black followed him.
Shangguan Feng'er stood next to Li Moran and looked at the man carefully: fair skin, slender eyebrows and slender eyes, a strong nose, thin lips, but there was a scary scar on his face.
The man in black looked at Shangguan Feng'er, then bowed his waist and said to Li Moran, "Master, the Dark Night Pavilion was raided by dozens of people last night."
"Who is it?" Li Moran's face was serious and his eyes were sharp.
The man in black knelt on one knee and lowered his head, "He is from the emperor."
"Where are the others?" Li Moran frowned and narrowed his beautiful eyes.
The man in black straightened his waist and bowed his head slightly, "They are all injured."
Li Moran was silent for a few seconds, and then looked at the man calmly, "Go back first and let them take good care of themselves. Don't be exposed." I guess Li Xiangran had already begun to doubt himself, and this raid must be a conspiracy.
Be prepared, otherwise the people in Dark Night Pavilion would not be injured.