An Qingge frowned slightly when he saw the pen pushed over by Fu Yunchen.

She heard that the pen that mortals use now is not a brush, could it be the pen in front of her now.

"How?" Fu Yunchen saw An Qingge's "embarrassed" appearance, so he slightly hooked the corners of his mouth.

This An Qingge will not find a reason to fool him.

An Qingge thought for a while: "I don't want this pen, but I want a brush and rice paper." ”

In Fu Yunchen's eyes, An Qingge is just making excuses.

But he didn't want to puncture her excuse like this, after all, it would be interesting to puncture layer by layer.

Then I called and asked someone to deliver it.

When Lin Wu came in with something, he saw An Qingge in the study and immediately made a loud alarm.

Why is this woman here, why would the young master let this woman go to the study.

However, when he saw the smile on Fu Yunchen's face, he understood that Fu Yunchen must have put An Qingge here for some reason.

Lin Wu walked in front of Fu Yunchen, and before he could speak to Fu Yunchen, Fu Yunchen spoke: "What you want is here, you can write it." ”

As he spoke, he gave up his position.

An Qingge spread out the rice paper and picked up the brush: "Without ink, how can I write." ”

Lin Wu poured ink on her. Fu Yunchen saw that An Qingge's posture was quite good, and the smile on his face was a little more.

Lin Wu helped An Qingge get it right.

Then An Qingge picked up the pen and wrote seriously.

But when he was writing, An Qingge frowned slightly.

This pen is really bad, the pen she used in the Nine Heavens is made of the hair of a spirit beast in Nanyue Peak in the Western Wilderness, and the paper is also very precious.

There is no way, this is in the mortal world, and everything is not comparable to the Nine Heavens.

When An Qingge was writing, Fu Yunchen slowly approached.

When he saw An Qingge's pen posture, he knew that he was wrong, and this posture looked like he often held a brush.

Looking at the words written by An Qingge: Go to the poor place of water, sit and watch the clouds rise.

After writing, An Qingge put down the pen: "What does the young master think of what I wrote." ”

Even if Fu Yunchen didn't know how to do it, he knew that An Qingge's handwriting was very good: "I didn't expect you to write so well." ”

An Qingge smiled, but did not speak.

She has been writing for tens of thousands of years, how can she not write well.

Lin Wu coughed: "Miss An, I have something I want to tell the young master." ”

An Qingge understood that Lin Wu was Fu Yunchen's henchman, so when he heard this, he understood that he was driving people away: "Young master, I'm bored in the room, can I take these back to the room?" ”

She felt that the pen and ink were really too timely, so that she could write scriptures for the dog.

Sentence by sentence, but teaching that dog is really too much work.

It's really a sentence to memorize and forget a sentence.

She has lived for tens of thousands of years, and she has really never seen such stupidity.

Fu Yunchen frowned slightly when Lin Wu spoke, and then said to An Qingge: "Yes, if you want anything in the future, just say it directly to the servant." ”

After Fu Yunchen finished speaking, An Qingge picked up his things and left.

When An Qingge went out, Lin Wu spoke directly: "Young Master, why did you bring this woman to the study. ”

Fu Yunchen did not speak.

"Young master, are you soft-hearted because that woman was beaten for you, young master, even I can see that this woman is not simple." Lin Wu's face was impatient.

And Fu Yunchen just lightly picked up the words written by An Qingge.

At this time, Lin Wu's voice sounded again, making Fu Yunchen's whole person freeze.

Lin Wu said, "Young Master, are you tempted by her?" ”