Chapter 187: I'm so wronged
It's cold and snowy outside, Wen Nianqing hates cold weather the most, and she is happy to sit in the inner hall and pull grass and practice calligraphy.
At least that's what outsiders think, Wen Nianqing himself is very resistant to this kind of "regular" life. Seeing that it was time again, Wen Nianqing's little face wrinkled into a bun, and she reluctantly rubbed into the study.
In the study, Xiao Yuhan had already arrived, and was sitting on a chair sipping fragrant tea and reading a book, when she saw Wen Nianqing coming, she didn't even raise her eyelids, "What are you rubbing?" Hurry up and take a seat. ”
Wen Nianqing blinked at Xiao Yuhan, but was completely ignored by the latter, she shrunk her neck, and obediently sat down in her seat to practice calligraphy.
Usually Xiao Yuhan has a black face and Wen Nianqing is sure to coax back, what she is most afraid of is the appearance of Xiao Yuhan entering the work mode with an expressionless face, Wen Nianqing tried to be cute and cute last time and was reprimanded by Xiao Yuhan for half an hour.
"What is Your Highness thinking absent-mindedly? Could it be that you are thinking about the next teacher?" Xiao Yuhan looked at Wen Nianqing's listless appearance, and his bony hand reached over and knocked on the desk in front of Wen Nianqing.
"Ah, no, no! I'm thinking about this warm word, where will the pen be smooth and beautiful!" When Wen Nianqing heard him mention Qiao Hanzhi, she was frightened, and quickly picked up a pen and pretended to write on the paper.
Xiao Yuhan looked at her angry face, and there was no waves on the surface, but in fact, her heart was happy, and the little girl's puffing up appearance was really cute...... Xiao Yuhan thought about it and casually glanced at Wen Nianqing's words, and was so angry that she almost didn't take her back on it: This is a cute little girl, this is the living ancestor who came to collect debts!
"Wen Nianqing, can you serve a snack? You can't write other words well, and I reluctantly accept some excuses, but you can't even write your own name, you can't say it, right?" Xiao Yuhan held up Wen Nianqing's "masterpiece" and shook it in front of Wen Nianqing's eyes.
A good warm word let her write crookedly, I don't know where I flew, and the rest of the parts are also crooked, saying that it is like a ghost painting talisman insulting ghost painting talisman.
"This is about to be the New Year, I think His Royal Highness should write a few more pairs, and send a painting to the palace to ward off evil spirits, and it is also a matter of hard work and effort of Master Huaien every year." Xiao Yuhan looked at Wen Nianqing's words and was angry, warding off evil spirits and eliminating disasters is the only destination of this broken character.
"I said that I don't have the talent in this area, one or two of you have to force me to practice calligraphy, I have also practiced according to what you should practice, and you will scold me if you don't practice well. I...... I really don't know how to do it!" Wen Nianqing's face turned red, and she dropped her pen angrily, as soon as her temper came up, she didn't care about the terrible things about Xiao Yuhan's Great Demon King, and she would shake her face when she said it.
"You can't write well, are you reasonable?" Xiao Yuhan laughed angrily, looking at Wen Nianqing's righteous appearance, his anger suddenly jumped, and his tone became a little heavier.
Wen Nianqing was really angry when she heard that Xiao Yuhan was angry, and reason told her that she should admit it, but she didn't know what was wrong, her head suddenly hurt, and she felt very aggrieved, her nose was sour, and tears fell down, she didn't speak, grabbed the pen on the side and began to practice calligraphy.
Xiao Yuhan saw that Wen Nianqing's tears fell, and the anger was extinguished at that time, and when she saw her grab the pen and write scribble, she was even more distressed. He grabbed his hair helplessly, and softened his voice, "Why are you crying, it's not a big deal to just write." ”
"It's not a big deal, and you still scold me!"