This night, I lost sleep again.

Only people who have had insomnia will know how painful insomnia is.

The hometown is still lying on the bed tossing and turning all night and can't sleep, full of Lie Changan's handsome face that is suffocating, and the details of their time together, the more I feel that it is like that.

Lie Changan must like her too.

However, she felt that this was very unlikely.

After all, there is Chang'an there, a person like Lie Chang'an, if he likes someone, it is impossible to empathize so quickly.

Thinking about it like this, I feel like I'm being sentimental again.

In this way, the whole night was spent in the heart of holding a deer, and the sadness and loss that may have been caused by self-inflicted amorousness.

She didn't fall asleep until it was almost dawn.

After sleeping until the day of sleep and waking up, after washing and eating, I didn't find any reason this time, and went directly to the side hall.

Lie Changan was practicing calligraphy at his desk.

Since he was able to go to the ground, he didn't want to stay in bed and be served all the time, and when he was at leisure, he had a leisure and leisure that he didn't have in the barracks before, and practiced his calligraphy well.

Seeing his hometown walk in, Lie Changan was still a little weak-hearted.

He really didn't sleep well last night, and those dreams that made people blush and beat really found him again.

"What are you writing about?"

The hometown walked up to him and looked down at the lines of handwriting he had written on rice paper, all of which were some of the experiences of reading the military book in the past few days.

What can surprise the hometown is that his handwriting is flamboyant and neat, chic and elegant, and his writing is very good-looking.

She thought that he was a military general, and he wouldn't know how to do these things with dance and ink.

But thinking about it, he said that he had invited a master to go to school since he was a child, so it should be his most basic ability to write well.

The hometown is also well written.

She didn't brag about that.

Although she doesn't like to read, she still loves to practice calligraphy, and her father and prince brother are full of praise for her handwriting.

The hometown was interested, took the brush in Lie Chang'an's hand, and took a blank piece of rice paper, so he picked up the pen and wrote.

Of course, Lie Changan knew that she would definitely be able to write in her hometown, after all, as a princess of a country, someone must have taught her since she was a child, but he didn't expect that her words were so beautiful and beautiful, as fresh and smart as her people, which was unforgettable.

Lie Changan's eyes showed praise, and it didn't take long for him to be slightly stunned after seeing what she had written.

She wrote their names.

Changan.

Hometown.

Their names appeared side by side on the same blank rice paper, inexplicably harmonious and inexplicably ambiguous.

Lie Changan was stunned, and he didn't know how to react for a while.

Putting down the brush, he raised his little face and winked playfully, "How's it going, how am I writing?" ”

"The princess's handwriting is like flowing water, like a dragon, like a dragon, like a frightening dragon, it can be called perfect."

He laughed, picked up the brush and continued to write.

Lie Changan looked at it carefully.

She writes quickly and writes neatly, but Lie Changan can see it clearly.

Chang'an has a hometown, and the hometown returns to Chang'an.

She wrote such a sentence.

Lie Chang'an's heartbeat suddenly missed a beat, and the throbbing emotions slowly flowed in his ink-colored starry eyes.

He put down the brush again, blinked his deer-clear eyes, and smiled, "What about this time?" ”。

Lie Chang'an's palms tightened, hiding the noisy heartbeat, and nodded quietly, "Very well written."