She is still in the aunt period, and her relatives have not left yet, so she can't follow him that or that.

Listening to her refusal, Di Hanzhe was neither anxious nor dry, just buried in her neck, holding her hand and inking it quickly.

Mu Mumu was a little unsteady in his thoughts, turned his head and saw him looking at the ink in his hand seriously, but he was a little curious in his heart, why did he talk so well today.

But he didn't think much about it, just thought that he knew that this time was wrong, so he gave up.

Finally, the ink was finally inked under their common inkstone.

Di Hanzhe picked up the brush and asked her to hold it with her right hand, then held her hand and wrote words on the paper, "Follow my feelings." ”

Mu Mumu nodded, the hand holding the brush loosened slightly, and let him control the writing.

Di Hanzhe held her hand, and wrote professionally with one horizontal fold and one stroke, and in less than a moment, the lyrics of "Fu Song Xing" were presented on paper.

Looking at his handwriting, Mu Mumu's eyes were full of amazement, and he praised, "Your handwriting is so beautiful, it can be compared with the words written by those calligraphers in the book." ”

Di Hanzhe chuckled and seduced, "Then do you want to learn?"

Such a beautiful word, can be taught by him personally, get his true biography, Mu Mumu is of course happy, nodded, "I want to learn." ”

Di Hanzhe's smile became more and more meaningful, and the voice buried in her neck was hoarse, "Baby, I'll teach you to write calligraphy, then you ...... Is there anything you want to reward me?"

Teaching her calligraphy will also be rewarded.

Mu Mumu lowered his neck, knowing what he meant by this, and pretended to be ashamed, "I don't have a reward, since you want to reward, then don't teach me, I won't learn." ”

Seeing that she was about to blow up, Di Hanzhe restrained himself, "Don't worry, don't worry, I'm kidding you, how can I still ask for a reward for teaching my baby to write, of course I'm willing to do it, right?"

Mu Mumu snorted, very arrogant, "It's pretty much the same." ”

Listening to the delicate voice of the person in his arms, Di Hanzhe's eyes were full of smiles, this little Nizi has now learned to use coquettish anger to make him change his mind and regress for her, which is really cute.

Di Hanzhe's slender hand held her hand, she held a brush in her hand, he paused, then held her hand and wrote another poem on the paper.

Looking at the words written, the corners of Di Hanzhe's lips hooked, and Bei occupied her a few points, until there was not the slightest gap between them.

Mu Mumu looked at the two words he wrote, and couldn't help but be a little surprised, she didn't seem to have seen a poem that began with these two words, could it be that he was original?

"Di Hanzhe, is this your own poem?" Looking at the brush words on the paper, Mu Mumu turned her head and asked the man who was hugging her behind her.

Di Hanzhe chuckled, looked down at her with a little meaning, hugged her a little tighter, and his voice was hoarse, "Wait a while, you will know what I wrote." ”

Hearing his words, Mu Mumu was full of interest, and turned his head to continue to see what he was going to write next.

Di Hanzhe held her hand, and then wrote the third word, which was a treasure character.

Mu Mumu was silent, looked down at the paper, and let him write.

At first, she didn't feel anything, but the more she saw the end, the more Mu Mumu felt that something was wrong.

It wasn't until Di Hanzhe finished writing the last word of the word that Mu Mumu's face was already red, red to the root of his ears.

What kind of poem he wrote here, it is clearly a Yin poem.

I saw it on paper:

Feng Luan Bao's tent scene is very,

It's all lacquered and cleverly made-up.

Ququ distant mountains fly emerald color;

Dancing sleeves reflect the sunset.

The pear blossom with rain is really delicate;

Peony cage smoke and charming.

But to be bewitching to move,

Take back the king of Changle.