The pet career of Shaoqing of Dali Temple

Chapter 76 Conditions for pharmaceutical introduction, calligraphy

Qing Moyan half-kneeled on the ground to take a rest, and after a while, she slowly got up with Ru Xiaonan in her arms.

Ru Xiaonan pursed her lips, "I was scared to death."

Qing Moyan smiled, and patted her butt lightly, "Fortunately, you little thing has a conscience, it's not in vain for me to treat you so well."

Even though I helped you, you still insist on acting like I owe you...Master Shaoqing, this is not good.

Knowing that she couldn't leave his side that night, Ru Xiaonan simply moved a few times and found the most comfortable position for herself to lie down.

"I heard from the doctor of Everlasting Regret that I am your medicine guide. If I make it into a sachet and carry it on my body, there will be no more accidents like this." Ru Xiaonan thought.

"What do you want to say?" Qing Moyan looked directly into her eyes, as if trying to see through all the thoughts in her heart.

Ru Xiaonan turned over and lay on his body, "Is there no other way? You must kill me..." At the end, she sniffed aggrievedly .

Qing Moyan was taken aback for a moment, and suddenly laughed out loud.

Ru Xiaonan was puzzled by his smile.

"Kill you to make it into medicine?" Qing Moyan laughed so hard that she was almost knocked off his body.

"Little thing, what kind of person do you think I am, Qing Moyan?" Looking at her with black and white eyes, Ru Xiaonan's heart trembled for no reason.

"Death is nothing to me." Qing Moyan sneered, "I have the possibility of dying every time the Gu poison occurs, so my life can be said to be picked up. It is true that I keep you by my side. Part of the reason is that you can restrain my Gu poison, but what I want is a living you, not a dead thing, a sachet that hangs on my body every day."

If his little thing really turned into a sachet of dead things and was carried by him every day, it would be better than taking out his heart.

This was the first time Qing Moyan said such words in front of her, and the expression on Ru Xiaonan's face could no longer be described as surprise.

"However, there is a way to keep you and make a sachet at the same time." Qing Moyan ran her fingers through her long hair, and the satin-smooth touch made him fascinated.

"What method?" Ru Xiaonan's eyes lit up.

She must find a way to gather four five-color stones, and then return to her own modern age.

But the only thing she was worried about was Qing Moyan, if she left, would something happen to him?

"To make sachets, you need the musky smell of your body." Qing Moyan showed a meaningful smile on his face.

Seeing Ru Xiaonan's ignorant face, Qing Moyan smiled even more, "But I can't take the fragrance from you now, because you are too young and the fragrance is too weak, we have to wait... until the musky smell on your body becomes stronger." It can only be taken when it is full-bodied."

"Then when will it be?" Ru Xiaonan asked.

"Wait until you're in love."

The expression on Ru Xiaonan's face instantly split in two.

Send | Love!
Your sister, do you really treat me like an animal?
This is an insult to me, an insult to my personality!
Ru Xiaonan's hair exploded in an instant, and she imagined all kinds of scenes where she was chased by a male cat.

All friends!

Qing Moyan, please die.

Ru Xiaonan wanted to pounce on him and bite him to death, but she had just lost her deciduous teeth, and the new ones didn't have the strength yet.

Qing Moyan didn't notice the little thing's anger, and played with her long hair. The two didn't go back to the dormitory at night, and directly slept in the suite.

Early the next morning, Qing Moyan went to Dali Temple and returned to her busy errands.

Ru Xiaonan couldn't go with her and was left alone in the Hou's mansion.

But this time, Qing Moyan kept a lot of people by her side, all of them were dead soldiers he trained in the farm. Although none of them smiled all day, they were very loyal. Even the stewards of the mansion could not enter the courtyard.

Ru Xiaonan lived a comfortable life for a few days, quarreling with stupid dogs every day.

Qing Moyan came back several times and found that she was dirty, so she gave her the task of practicing calligraphy.

Ru Xiaonan looked desperate, "I don't want to learn to write."

Qing Moyan ignored a reluctant villain, "I will check your handwriting when you come back at night. If your handwriting is too bad, I will take off the dog's back. If you miss a word, I will kill you." Stew it into a dog meat pot."

The stupid dog lay pitifully on the window sill, with tears in his eyes.

"Aooooooow..." Only Ru Xiaonan could understand the sad cry.

Why am I always the one who's hurt.

Since then, Ru Xiaonan has lived a student life of learning calligraphy and copying calligraphy.

Qing Moyan spends time every night to personally check her handwriting.

Looking at the crooked tadpoles on the rice paper, the corners of Qing Moyan's mouth twitched non-stop.

"What the hell are these things?" He even suspected that these words were written by Ru Xiaonan with her feet.

"This is... the words you asked me to write." Ru Xiaonan said guiltily.

She knows how to use a brush, but Ye Xiaguo's characters are completely different from the fonts she recognizes.

Qing Moyan put her hand on her forehead, stood up after a moment of silence, "Come with me to the study."

Ru Xiaonan followed Qing Moyan into the study like a doormat.

Qing Moyan spread out the paper, adjusted the ink, and handed the brush to Ru Xiaonan.

Ru Xiaonan shrank back, as if the brush was burning, and refused to take it.

Qing Moyan didn't force her either, she turned her head and shouted to the outside, "Xuanyu, take the stupid dog to the kitchen..."

Ru Xiaonan jumped up and raised her little hand to gag him.

"I'll write, can't I write?"

Qing Moyan raised her eyebrows and handed over the brush.

Ru Xiaonan gritted her teeth and scurried around on the paper.

Qing Moyan stood with her hands behind her back and watched, sighing again and again, "Even a three-year-old can write a hundred times better than you."

Ru Xiaonan pouted and muttered, "God knows that your writing here is so difficult, it's almost catching up with Smecta's ghostly symbols."

Qing Moyan didn't hear what she said just now, when she looked up at her, Ru Xiaonan had already stopped talking.

"I'll teach you." Qing Moyan stretched out her arm from behind her, holding her little hand and brush together.

Qingmo's facial expressions are like his own, although Ru Xiaonan can't recognize what he wrote, but it makes her feel that the pen is powerful, as sharp as a sword.

Qing Moyan bent down slightly every time she wrote, and her chin lightly rubbed against the top of her head.

Ru Xiaonan's back was pressed against his warm chest, and a steady and powerful heartbeat was conveyed, and there was an indescribable throbbing that made her ears turn red.

Qing Moyan noticed the abnormal reaction of the little thing, and the smile on her face grew wider.

Don't be afraid that she won't be enlightened, as long as you take it slowly, I believe she will still feel it.

He spread out another piece of paper, "Let's write it again."

Ru Xiaonan wanted to pull her hand out of his hand, but she didn't want him to hold it tightly, her little strength couldn't compete with him at all.

Ru Xiaonan had no choice but to bite the bullet and follow his movements to walk on the paper.

Qing Moyan's breath just passed over the back of her neck, causing an inexplicable itching feeling in her heart, she wanted to avoid him, but instead she was chased by him tightly.

"My lord, the second young master is here." Xuanyu's voice from outside the study broke the awkward situation, "Master Nian and Miss Nian have come to the house, saying they want to come and visit Miss."

(End of this chapter)