And when she stepped into the study room of Ling Guyuxi.

She felt like she had entered a very sacred place.

...

In the study room where Gu Qing opera has to say, it is full of words and books.

...

There were hanging on the wall, stools, and spreading on the ground. In short, it would be too strange if there were no words in Gu Yanxiu's study.

...

She had seen a general who held a brush and wrote like a general who wanted to go out with weapons.

...

He pondered for a moment that kind of wolf-sporting brush was born in his pen with a big stroke.

...

Although she doesn't know how to appreciate the artistic fonts of Ling Gu's opera.

...

Feng Lixue walked to the desk and picked up the brush to write.

She looked at the so-called four treasures of the study.

I saw her pick up the fine sandalwood brush that Ling Guyi often used and gently dip it on the ink inkstone!

"It should be very simple, right?"

So she thought so, and then her slender little tender hands picked up the brush and prepared to start writing on the beautiful rice paper!

But she thought to herself:

Brush... She really has never learned calligraphy. Now she can't even hold her little hand well, and her forehead is full of sweat! Alas!

I remember that in modern times, she was apart from killing people, robbing people, practicing guns, and watching costume dramas and idol dramas. Who would learn calligraphy?

And if you want to write a few words in this world, she doesn’t recognize the words she writes in the brush now...

"Oh forget it! Paper, paper, you... If you meet me, Feng Lixue, accept your fate... Anyway, I will give you some black colors..."

So she sighed to herself, holding the brush in her hand.

After all, if you come back, you will check the words you write.

She must write well and don’t let that little devil look down on her. He looked down on her!

But when she started writing, she thought about the brush that was about to fall down and suddenly stopped in the air, and then quickly retracted her hand.

She thought about what if I would do if I would write like this ugly?

So he was there thinking about it carefully again. He didn't write it.

Then I thought about it for a while.

"It's so annoying!"

Feng Lixue roared with a dark face.

Forget it! No matter how he could understand it, she had already given him the face of the show when she wrote it!

As for whether or not you can understand Gu Qing's play, that's his business~

Even if he couldn't understand it, it was much better than handing in a blank paper. Thinking of this, Feng Lixue waved his little hand and started writing.

Looking at Feng Lixue who was suddenly crazy, his mouth twitched and his eyebrows raised.

"alright!"

Feng Lixue finished writing the last stroke, then looked at the crooked word "Feng" she wrote, thought for a while, and immediately stopped writing.

Xiaofeng beside him couldn't help but wonder what words Feng Lixue would write at this time, so he looked at the words Feng Lixue wrote without thinking.

"What's this? The ink is covered with a lump of ink..."

Xiaofeng, who was beside him, couldn't help but complain.

To be honest, the little princess of the orphans can't even write a decent brush, wouldn't it make people laugh?

Although they were in Nanyan, the fallacy that "a woman without talent is virtue", he did not think that their little princess would do nothing except being willful and willful...

"Huh~"

Feng Lixue next to him did not hear Xiao Feng's sound, then put down his brush and stared at his rice paper with satisfaction.

Then she turned to see Xiaofeng beside her. When he saw that she was writing seriously, he became curious and not only stretched his head toward her paper.
Chapter completed!