Prince: Your Princess is Exposed

I haven't felt like this for a long time.

A table apart.

Although I don't speak very much, I can see each other when I look up occasionally. This kind of warmth

Young words slowly smile, get up and go to the side of Jun Ling, the candle wick beside the lamp was cut to a short section.

The fire suddenly ran some high, the light in the house more clearly.

Tea fragrance in the side.

That's about the feeling?

Young CI tilted his head and looked at Jun Ling for a while.

Looking at him, there are two pieces of paper that were written out of order.

Think about it, pick it up directly from the ground and spread it out.

Jun Ling just finished a book, and when he looked up, he saw the young man's speech.

Also slightly some doubts, "Qingci?"

"I haven't practiced calligraphy for a long time, Junling. Write me a few words, and I'll practice calligraphy."

He criticized the book.

She practices calligraphy.

This long lost scene seems to be back in a flash when they were still in sanwangfu, where their feelings began.

Jun Ling was habitual to take out a piece of rice paper from the side, and wrote a few strong words on it.

When I finished, I found out what I had done.

This may have been a habit.

Now, Qingci a command, he will be accustomed to the hands of inertia.

It feels like

Jun Ling habitually raised his head and took a look at the direction of the young words.

At the same time, he looked back at him.

I see the same things in the eyes of each other.

Similar to a smile, back to the original place.

The young man walked slowly to Junling.

Looking at him, he was still a little dazed.

Then he took the rice paper out of his hand, turned and walked to the table.

Take up the long idle brush and copy it slowly on rice paper.

Long time no practice, her words began to be the same as before, like a dog crawling.

Not content with his words, he earnestly wrote two words.

Unfortunately, her hands, as soon as she caught the brush, began to shake involuntarily.

They all speak the same words.

She is a little unable to see people.

"Junling, you are not qualified as a teacher. The more I write, the more backward I am. It's not as good as before."

"I was careless in practice, but I was blamed. What's the reason for this, eh?"

Junling did not know when to stand behind the young speech.

I'm going to circle her whole body.

She whispered.

It's a blazing breath.

Let the young cheek, suddenly hot two points.

It's a foul to deliberately do this in front of her.

Don't he know that his face is easy to offend!

young words can't help but make complaints about the bottom of their hearts.

Jun Ling has already slowly wrapped her right hand, stroke by stroke, seriously writing on the rice paper.

Every stroke.

No more shaking.

No more crawling like a dog.

Correct and neat.

The young man sighed, "it's really too bad. It's unfair that you are used to writing with brush. Anyway, I was also a winner of hard pen calligraphy. I can only write such bad words here. "

"Hard pen calligraphy?" Jun Ling heard a strange word, a little confused.

Young words simply explained.

This time, it is Jun Ling after listening to some sigh, "there is such a magical thing in the world?"

You can take it with you anytime, anywhere.

You can also write.

And you don't need people to rub ink on the side.

He had no chance to see such things.