"Could it be that there is a witch hidden in it?" Fu Jin subconsciously exclaimed, and his eyes glared at Li Jiaojiao very fiercely.

"Fu Jin, take a closer look, is this what kind of witchcraft you are talking about?" Li Jiaojiao angrily took out the contents of the contents.

A large pile of rice paper......

And after spreading it out, you can still see the painting inside, which is a little weird.

But next to it, in addition to the painting, there is a line of words, the font of plum blossom Xiaokai, Juan Xiu.

There is also a line written on it...... Love poems.

The most important thing is the beginning, give the fourth master......

There is still Lee's name underneath.

Yinzhen took the pile of rice paper, and when he opened it to look at it, his expression was inexplicable.

"This, this ......" Fu Jin looked at Li Jiaojiao in horror as if he had been struck by lightning.

"No, no, it's impossible, how is it possible, how is it possible...... Don't ......" can't be believed.

"This is the painting made by the concubine before, and the master also praised it, and the concubine thought, bury it, maybe future generations will also be able to find the concubine's affection for the lord.

If, if you can move it, put it on the stage and sing the ...... of the concubine and the lord Stories, concubines, concubines......"

As he spoke, his already delicate face became even more gorgeous.

"The concubine knows that it is not good for her to do this, but the concubine hopes that she can be connected with her master......"

The ashamed red face raised his head and looked at Yinzhen, full of affection.

"For example, for example, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, who have been famous for thousands of years......" is known by everyone that they are a couple.

When he said this, he was afraid of being scolded by his master, so he glanced at Fu Jin timidly.

"Concubine, just such a thought, absolutely, absolutely no other bad intentions." Li Jiaojiao was so panicked that she hurriedly waved her hand.

She just wants to be with her master, even if it is a hundred years later, maybe someone will find out, so she will be put on the stage of the troupe and be known...... Xiaotao Chinese

Those clear eyes, and the face that doesn't know how to restrain emotions, reveal her 'ambition' one by one.

After finishing speaking, he looked at Fu Jin again, "Yes, I'm sorry, Fu Jin, concubine, concubine is just such a small wish, I am worried, worried that Fu Jin is not happy......

So, therefore, I don't dare to tell others......"

Yin Zhen sighed helplessly in his heart, "That's not how Liufang Baishi is used!" ”

I used the wrong idiom again.

The poems that she was asked to copy before must have no intentions.

It's just that the dirt on the top of the iron box was not made recently, it was a little hard, and it was probably put down a long time ago.

"Fu Jin, do you still want to say it now, does the Li family have bad intentions?" Yin Zhen looked at Fu Jin and asked.

If you have evil intentions, you will slander others.

Fu Jin's face was pale, he shook his head in disbelief, and looked at Li in fear.

Impossible.

How so?

Li Jiaojiao snatched the iron box with one hand, carefully put the things away, and covered it, "Master, can the concubine do this?" ”

He raised his head as if he didn't know the occasion and asked, with a cautious expectation in his apprehension.

The shining eyes condensed the expectations and requests for him, and a small wish could satisfy her.

"Yes." It's just such a small wish, Yinzhen will not refuse.

However, "put the things first, and then ...... Check it out. ”

He can't let Li have the possibility of slandering himself, and if there is any dissatisfaction in it, he has to revise it.

Since it is going to be passed on for a long time, it must be preserved.