Dreaming back to the Qing Dynasty: Die Luo Chuchen

Chapter 1246 Creating a Love Letter 2
Taking advantage of my clear thoughts and no one to disturb me, I started to write like flying, and quickly wrote more than half a page, and I was immersed in the writing, when I heard a female voice screaming in my ear, "Oh my God, miss, what are you doing?" , can you write such nasty words?"

When I looked up, I saw Xiaoqing standing in front of the desk and looking at me in surprise, apparently frightened by the contents of the letter.

Because I was too absorbed in writing, I didn't pay attention to when she came in. "Now I'm busy with a very important thing, don't let anyone come in and disturb me, if you have nothing to do, you can go out."

I took a sip of the teacup from her hand and put it aside.

Xiaoqing thought that she had bumped into something terrible, put down her teacup with a disturbed expression, and wanted to say something.

I looked up at her, "What do you want to say?"

Xiao Qing muttered: "...Miss, you, how can you do this? The young master is so nice, how could you write such a letter to others behind his back..."

"That? It's called a love letter, and it's not written for Ting Lu." Just after I finished speaking, I suddenly realized that Xiaoqing must have misunderstood, thinking that I had some affair with Chang An in private.

I couldn't help laughing, got up and pushed her, "Don't worry about it, I can't tell you everything I want to do, okay, get out, I have something to do."

"But..." Xiaoqing wanted to say something else, I had already closed the door, and then I went back to the desk and continued to concentrate on my homework.

After a while, the love letter was finally completed. Looking at the whole page of small script, I was quite proud of it. I never thought that I still have this talent. I have borrowed all the essence of love sentences from ancient times to the present. This is the perfect love letter.

I bet that if Chang An saw it, he would definitely be moved by the touching words in it. Believe it or not, it won't work.

Picking up the wet paper and blowing it, I proudly said to myself: "This is just the first step, and there will be a second and third letter, Chang An, Chang An, I don't believe you can escape from my palm... ..." Finally, put the letter paper into an envelope and seal it with wax paint, write Chang An Received, etc. on it, and put it in a book, waiting to be used at night.

After a long day of work, I felt hungry at this time, so Xinxin ran out to find something to eat.

(End of this chapter)