Ye Fuyi's hand buttoning the door just moved, only to hear Feng Qingzhan in the study say coldly: "Come in." ”

Pushing the door in, Ye Fuyi was also shocked by the fragrance of ink.

This taste is by no means something that can be found in a day or two of practicing calligraphy and painting.

But he is a blind person, and he still talks in the past when he practices calligraphy, but he is afraid that he can't paint.

Behind the desk, Feng Qingzhan held the wolf in his hand, and the words under his hand were vigorous and powerful.

If it weren't for the blue under his lifeless eyes, Ye Fuyi really wanted to wonder if his eye disease had improved.

As if sensing her attention, the pen and ink in Feng Qingzhan's hand paused slightly, and said softly: "Sit down." ”

Ye Fuyi snorted, didn't squirm much, and found a chair to sit down.

It's just that when she caught a glimpse of the scroll in her hand, she couldn't help but feel a headache.

"Lord Wang, I only came to the palace to heal your eyes, you don't need to read and read, right?"

Ye Fuyi looked at the scroll in his hand, his face full of disgust.

If she is still interested in medical skills, she is really not interested in these celebrities.

"The grooms of the palace have learned to write well." Feng Qingzhan opened his mouth quietly, not facing Ye Fuyi's question.

But when he said this, it also made her feel a thick ridicule.

The corners of Ye Fuyi's mouth twitched slightly, and he asked rhetorically: "What does the prince mean by this, I'm not as good as a groom?" ”

Sure enough, she shouldn't have changed her opinion of him because of his good handwriting. Such a poisonous tongue, he deserves to suffer!

"It's not." Feng Qingzhan frowned, and his tone was faintly displeased.

Ye Fuyi didn't bother to care what he meant, slapped the book in his hand on the table, and protested: "I don't have much patience, I have a poor memory, and I really don't know anything about reading and writing." ”

So, don't bother me when you're old!

"It's okay, just go from simple to complex."

Feng Qingzhan opened his mouth lightly, fumbled and lifted a page of paper in his hand, and wrote three words on the snow-white rice paper.

Ye Fuyi wanted to mock him for his simplicity when he heard this, but he only heard Feng Qingzhan open his mouth: "Come here." ”

"I don't, if you let me go, I'll go, don't I want to lose face?"

Ye Fuyi snorted lightly, and sat firmly with his hands on his chest.

Feng Qingzhan frowned, and said impatiently: "I don't know my name, it's embarrassing." ”

Ye Fuyi came to life in a flash, and he took three steps and two steps in front of Feng Qingzhan, intending to compare with him.

But when she caught a glimpse of the paper on the table, she instantly realized that it was her name.

Even if it is traditional, she can't know all these three words.

"The prince is a good handwriter, but he just uses it to write my name, but it's a pity." Ye Fuyi said with emotion, in fact, he wanted to mock him for being nosy.

I never thought that Feng Qingzhan not only didn't understand, but also agreed: "That's true." ”

is just four words, so that Ye Fuyi, who was originally pressing the fire, exploded again.

But just as she was about to speak, she suddenly remembered that she was now under the fence, and she had to act according to people's eyes.

So, once again, she endured.

"I accepted this word, and I understand the prince's thoughts!" What Ye Fuyi said was gritting his teeth, grabbing the paper and walking out.

Feng Qingzhan hooked the corners of his lips in a good mood, although he couldn't see it in front of him, he could imagine how much Ye Fuyi wanted to kill at this moment.

The boudoir woman should not have such a detached temperament as her, a medical book that she mentions individually, and a calm attitude in the face of the killer.

Who the hell is she?

Ye Fuyi scolded all the way back to the room, ignoring the eyes of the secret guard next to him who wanted to kill.

When she arrived at the gate of the courtyard, she looked at the secret guard with a complicated face, and scolded angrily: "What do you see, you are the same as your prince, there is no good thing!" ”

The dark guard lay down in a daze, and he didn't expect Ye Fuyi to be angry at him.

But then he thought about what she had just said, and immediately sank his face and warned: "Girl, it's better to be cautious in your words and deeds." ”

Ye Fuyi smiled, gave him a look you know, and turned around and entered the hospital.

"What a broken place! One or two are going to threaten me, do you really think I'm soft-faced? ”

The more Ye Fuyi thought about it, the more angry he became, and kicked the small stone in front of him away.

When her physical fitness recovers a little, she has to fight Feng Qingzhan to find her teeth!

Thirteen stepped forward when he heard the movement, looked at her with an angry face, and cautiously followed all the way without daring to say anything.

When Ye Fuyi sat down in the room and looked at her, she asked in a low voice:

"Girl, the master who made the plaque is still waiting outside, did you get the name from the prince?"

It's okay if Thirteen doesn't say it, as soon as she says it, Ye Fuyi's anger is even more rubbing up.

But Thirteen is her person, and she naturally can't kill her. After thinking about it, he also spoke: "Let's call it Fuchun Pavilion." ”

"Fuchun Pavilion? Good name, the girl is really a good writer! ”

Listening to the excitement in her tone, Ye Fuyi also chuckled and nodded, expressing her approval.

But if it weren't for the fear of breaking her heart, she actually wanted to tell Thirteen not to open her mouth if she didn't praise people.

She was just ridiculed by Feng Qingzhan for being illiterate in the study, and now she is listening to her praise her for her good writing. Well, yes, it's all good.

Ye Fuyi was pulled by Thirteen again, and then took a nap.

In a drowsy state, she seemed to hear someone calling her to eat, but Ye Fuyi was too tired, so she just rolled her eyes and continued to sleep.

In the dream, she was dressed in camouflage and shuttled through the rain of bullets, looking for those sisters and brothers who could still survive.

Her face was covered with warm blood, both her own and her comrades-in-arms, which made her whole eyes bloody and unreal.

No, no, she's a military doctor, mostly from the rear.

But this feeling of fighting in front is so real. She seemed to feel the recoil of the machine gun in her hand, and when she put the gun down, her hand suddenly turned into a shiny scalpel.

"Scalpel!" Ye Fuyi smiled happily, she needed her now.

She looked down carefully, and the delicate box she was carrying around her waist happened to be a set of things she needed to cure the sick and save people.

"Great, I can cure you!"

Ye Fuyi raised his head in surprise, but the battlefield in front of him seemed to be over, leaving only those corpses with missing arms and legs.

The red eyes and the lingering smell of blood made Ye Fuyi sit on the ground weakly.

She tried to get up, but her hands on the ground only felt sticky. The scalpel in her hand didn't know when she took it back, and slashed it into her palm.

The pain of the skin and flesh turned out made her almost faint, but she only heard someone whispering in her ear: "Ye Fuyi, you should die!" Die! ”

"Ahh Ye Fuyi woke up screaming, and sat on the bed gasping for breath.

"Girl, what's wrong with you?"

Outside, Thirteen's anxious voice came through the door.