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Chapter 320 Triple Jump in Life

"You really should practice your calligraphy." Qingqing glanced at An An, looked at the writing, and nodded, "But the story is very smooth."

"This is not a story!" An An pouted.

"But you write like a story." Qingqing sighed softly, "Only record what you see, don't write what you think."

An An twisted the little chubby body, but Wan Ying took him down and said, "Your Highness, the water is boiled. Please wipe yourself. I will take the young master to wash up. He didn't take a bath today."

"Go!" Qingqing put down the booklet.

"Sister, won't you take a shower with me?" An An hugged Wan Ying's neck and didn't forget to look back at Qing Qing.

"You forgot, my sister is injured, she can't sweat, and she can't touch the moisture." Qingqing looked at the way Wanying hugged An'an, and shook her head, "You let him down, how old are you, hug him every day, I watch It’s uncomfortable.”

"No need, I'm used to it." Wan Ying smiled, bowed, and left.

"Go and help her." Qingqing pointed to the maid chosen in the morning, and the maid hurriedly left.

Qingqing picked up the book again, she had already finished reading the book, now she looked back at those small notes, and put them in place one by one, she had already read the whole book, now looking at those notes, there will be New feelings.

"Give me a pen and paper." Qingqing lowered his head and ordered.

"Girl, why don't you remember it tomorrow, the warm water is ready." Shuzi reminded in a low voice.

Qingqing looked at it, and the little eunuch brought a basin of water and lowered the curtain, while Suizi hurriedly rolled up her sleeves, twisted a piece of handkerchief, and carefully handed it to Qingqing.

Qingqing looked at the old book, shook her head, and put the note back.He took the handkerchief and wiped his hands gently.He returned the veil to Shao Zi.

Chazi put the handkerchief on the maid's tray, took a new handkerchief, rubbed it lightly in the water, twisted it and handed it to Qingqing.

Qingqing covered her face with a handkerchief, closed her eyes, and let her brain take a short rest.

In this way, Qingqing changed her handkerchief and wiped her body. In fact, she had already wiped her body early this morning.She had a fever last night, and when she got up this morning, just as she thought, she sweated countless times throughout the night.The fever subsided this morning. How could she, who loves to be clean, bear it? After wiping for a long time and changing the water twice, she barely got dressed.Now she doesn't want to take a bath that much. Although she didn't have much rest for a day, she still leaned on it and didn't move much.

"sister……"

While Qingqing was concentrating on putting on her middle coat, there was a loud roar from outside.Qingqing's hand shook, and Shanzi and the other maids were also startled. However, Shanzi finally got used to it, so she stopped shaking her hand, then picked up the basin with a normal expression and handed it out.

Seeing that Qingqing had already laid back, she opened the curtain together with the maid, and the little fat man with drops of water on his face rushed in.All of a sudden, she rushed to the head of the bed, "Sister, the bathtub in the palace is not as good as ours."

"I'm going to write something, do you want to sleep first, or play for a while?" Qingqing wanted to pick him up, but Suzi had already carefully picked up An An, but did not put him on Qingqing's body, but placed him on the bed. Here, let him sit obediently.

"You write!" An An was indeed very obedient. She leaned on the edge and looked around, "Sister, your bed is very comfortable." "Is it cold?" Qingqing has been lying down today, and the quilt has been warm.And she also noticed that as soon as it got dark, the smoker had already been lit on fire in the temple, and the temperature in the room had already risen.

"Forget it, when has it ever been cold in your room? Sister, it's so hot, why do you still light a fire?" An An looked down on Qingqing.

"It's better not to light a fire tomorrow. When you are injured, don't be too hot." Qingqing smiled at Xiazi.

"Yes!" Shan Zi thought about it. She wanted to ask if she wanted Mrs. Tang, but looking at the fat An An, she decided not to ask.Silently he took a pen and paper to Qingqing.

Qingqing has not forgotten what she just thought of, so she hurriedly writes what she just remembered, An An sits on the side and watches, her mouth is still moving, but he is a good baby, watching his sister writing something, he will be honest. Watch on the side.By the way, he took his big notebook and looked at it from time to time. He still remembered what he just said, that what he wrote was a story, not a record.

Qingqing didn't read the book because she had washed her hands, and she felt that the book was a little dirty, but what she recorded was not the reading notes, but the doubtful points in the notes, each entry.This was something she needed to be sure of again, and she probably didn't have time today.

An An could see what Qing Qing was writing, so while he was reading what Qing Qing was writing, he also looked at his own big notebook, and he probably understood what Qing Qing meant.However, he remained obedient and didn't speak.Wait honestly.

Qingqing finally wrote down everything she wanted to remember, and signaled to Yanzi to put away the pen and ink and the small table. She leaned back and breathed a sigh of relief, then looked at An An, "Want to hear a story?"

"No, I can write it myself." An An twitched, indicating that he was a little hurt.

"Actually, I think you write very well. Yes, you can actually write a storybook." Qingqing looked at An An with a smile. She really thought that An An was very cute. In this court, if there was no An An, she would have felt it. Can't go down anymore.

"But this is not what a good widower should do." An An was a little frustrated.

"I know several writers who are good at writing stories. They wrote stories about their autopsies, which are very interesting. They can make a lot of money from their books. There are also theater troupes who put their books into plays, which scared a group of people like Wan Ying and Wan Ying. Little girls like Yanzi are screaming." Qingqing shaved An An's chubby face, "But you little chubby face, when the play is released and you come out to the stage, do you think those little girls will be a little disappointed? ?”

"What will happen if you are disappointed?" An An looked at her belly.

"Maybe I won't believe what you wrote is true, and I will think you are a bastard." Qingqing thought about it and said.

An An quickly looked up at Wan Ying: "Sister Xiao Ying, do you think I'm a bastard?"

"I don't dare!" Wan Ying lowered her head. She especially wanted to know how Qing Qing would persuade An An.She really felt that it was a bit unbearable to allow An An to develop freely.

"Why does she always say she doesn't dare? It's not like this at home." An An looked at Qingqing discouraged.

"Because this is the palace. At home, your mother can yell at me and beat you; when you get to Grandpa Liu's house, you have Xiaoying, but at that time, was she less polite to you? When she got here, she and Xiao Sister Zi, can't she even lift her head?" Qingqing smiled.Of course, it is also a very sad thing. His identity has triple-jumped, so An An has gone from being a street boy to slowly facing a life that should not belong to him.

　I bought another Qingxiang wood, this is the third one I bought.The first one died.I was afraid that my own plant would die, so I put it in the garden of my work, thinking it would be safer. However, I didn’t pay attention to it for a few days, and a colleague dug it out and said it was dead. The second plant was bought last year, so I was very careful. I kept it for a long time, but when I traveled to Russia, it died. I decided to let my mother plant the third one. If it dies, it’s really not my fault. It’s just that it loved it to death.

　　
　
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