Daughter not a concubine: black-bellied arrogant killer concubine

The fourth prince's voice fell without worry, and he picked up a pen to write.

When Yun Sheng heard his words, he threw the ink stone angrily, and looked at Wuyou who was writing with a pen: "I am poor in martial arts, so I captured you the first time I saw you.

Where is my comprehension poor, I'm just not keen on swordsmanship, everyone has their own strengths.If you are not convinced, now you and I will discuss each other. "

Yun Sheng's skill is second to none in modern times.

But since I came to ancient times, I saw all of them with outstanding martial arts, flying over the eaves and stepping on the water as if they were walking on flat ground.

It's like the feeling of a first-class master suddenly becoming an ordinary civilian.

So when the Fourth Prince Wuyou mentioned this matter, Yun Sheng became a little displeased.

Yun Sheng "blew his beard and stared", while the Fourth Prince Wuyou said "Oh".

Then she held the pen and turned to look at Yun Sheng who was looking unhappy: "The writing is broken."

Yun Sheng looked at the three big characters 'Sauvignon Blanc' scribbled on the snow-white rice paper.

The pen is high-spirited and powerful, with a moderate cadence, and it is impossible to see where the writing is broken.

"Where is the writing broken?"

Yun Sheng wanted to take a closer look, but the fourth prince Wuyou pulled out the rice paper from under the paperweight and threw it aside.

Then he saw him laying out a new sheet of paper patiently, but he looked at Yun Sheng with a light smile and said, "Since it's your shop, why don't you write it yourself."

"Me?" Yun Sheng shook his head.

Although her calligraphy is easy to understand, if it is hung on the street shops in Chang'an City where people come and go...

Yun Sheng is still self-aware.

Seeing Yun Sheng shaking his head, the fourth prince smiled worry-free and pulled Yun Sheng's wrist, standing in front of the desk: "Come."

The fourth prince Wuyou picked up the brush and put it in Yun Sheng's hand.

When Yun Sheng wanted to reason, the Fourth Prince Wuyou took Yun Sheng's hand holding the pen.

The Fourth Prince Wuyou stood behind Yun Sheng, his clothes were thin in summer, Yun Sheng could even feel the strong heartbeat in his chest against his back.

Fourth Prince Wuyou's palm had a thin layer of calluses from practicing swords all the year round, holding the back of Yun Sheng's hand, it felt rustling and warm.

Wuyou approached Yunsheng and whispered in his ear, "I'll take you to write."

As he spoke, he held Yun Sheng's hand and dipped his pen in ink.

The scent of ink was bursting, but it couldn't cover up the faint fragrance like green bamboo after rain coming from behind Yun Sheng.

It was the habit of the fourth prince Wuyou who had been on Lingyun Peak before, using some medicinal herbs and bamboo leaves to make a sachet, and hanging it on his body to smell the aroma of lavender.

Two palms, white and slender inside, wrapped hands, wheat-colored complexion, strong and powerful.

The blue wide sleeves overlapped with the vermilion cloud-patterned wide sleeves, like two butterflies falling side by side.

A Langhao brush in his hand, full of ink.

There was a chuckle in his ears: "Yun'er, relax your arms, this is not practicing."

Yun Sheng could feel the warm breath coming out of his mouth when he spoke without worry, gushing in his ears.

Hearing his words, Yun Sheng realized that for some reason, his whole body was tense and stiff.

She relaxed her arm a little, and followed that strong hand, turning and moving.

Another whisper: "That's right."

Yun Sheng was teased by the breath in his ear, and couldn't help shrinking his neck.

Wuyou smiled softly behind him, and looked slightly sideways at the fair neck on the side of his face, which was filled with a faint blush.

Pick up a pen and write a book.

All in one go.

sauvignon blanc.

Yun Sheng looked at the three large characters on the paper in front of him.