Yan Qingrui, who was practicing big characters with the pen, ink, paper, and inkstone she received, was startled by the deafening sound of kicking the door, and a drop of ink was falling on the white paper. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 ｉｎfo

She slowly put down her pen and raised her head to look at Shangguan Qianyu, who was dressed in a dark brocade robe, and her eyes were full of impatience and disgust, she really didn't understand what this person was crazy about.

Since he didn't like him, she didn't provoke anyone in this Wind Lotus Courtyard, what did he come to do?

I can't see her have a good life, right?

Yan Qingrui put down her pen, looked at Shangguan Qianyu, and said with a straight face: "What are you doing here?"

Shangguan Qianyu was full of displeasure, he hadn't gotten angry yet, the hateful woman opposite was actually angry first, his eyes were sharp, and he shouted: "Presumptuous!" This is the inner courtyard of his Qinghe Palace, where can't he go?

Yan Qingrui pouted: "Bully the weak, be a bully!" Every time I come, I kick the door loudly, won't I knock on the door?

As soon as she finished speaking, she felt her neck tighten, and a hand like iron tongs stuck in her throat.

Yan Qingrui couldn't breathe, opening and closing her mouth like a fish on the shore, but she couldn't make a sound.

In front of him was a magnified handsome face, Shangguan Qianyu's eyes were as sharp as substance, as sharp as a knife, as if he wanted to cut off a layer of her flesh and skin, he gritted his teeth, and burst out a few words from between his teeth: "You say it again!"

Yan Qingrui was pinched and rolled her eyes, she wanted to say it again, but she also had to be able to make a sound.

Shangguan Qianyu had a handsome face, glaring at her coldly, seeing that her face was flushed, and even her eyes began to roll, only to realize that her hands seemed to be too heavy.

He let go of his hand, Yan Qingrui's whole body was paralyzed, sliding down like a dead fish, breathing heavily, this feeling of winning back from the death line, it was simply not too speechless.

There were at least three ways for her to let him go, but she had never been an impulsive person, and it didn't do her much to reveal that she knew martial arts. She bet that although he hated her, he would not take her life.

There was a pain in her neck, and Yan Qingrui, who had never suffered such a loss, scratched her heart with a hundred claws, and really wanted to return a tooth for a tooth, but after she rolled her eyes several times, she finally didn't get up.

Shangguan Qianyu looked at the bruises on her white neck that were pinched out by herself, and she was stunned for a moment, he never beat women, why did he almost kill her today because this woman couldn't control himself with a word?

He didn't come to be angry.

He stiffened and said coldly, "Now you know what will happen to you who will anger me?"

Know you're a big-headed ghost.

Yan Qingrui slowly got up from the ground, continued to walk back to the table, picked up the pen, and practiced calligraphy.

Shangguan Qianyu glanced at the rice paper on the table, the words on the paper really didn't dare to compliment, a dignified lady, he didn't even learn the basic functions of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? He was calculated by such a woman, and he even married her as a concubine? No matter how he could vent the grievances in his heart, he couldn't vent his grievances.

Yan Qingrui is also very annoyed when she practices calligraphy, and there is no pressure to write with charcoal, but this soft brush, a little more focused is a ball of ink, a little lighter and uneven in width and narrowness, and uneven gravity, if she didn't know that this kind of pen is used for writing in this world, she would have to throw them all to the sky.

Shangguan Qianyu saw that he was ignored by her like this, and there was a faint anger churning in his heart, and he said coldly: "As the concubine of King Qinghe, this king is here, so you entertain this king?"