"Master, I'm so tired, this is too small." The brush shaft is really too small and long, how can she not move.

It's still on paper, and there can only be a little bit of it, not all of it.

She's tired.

"Tired too?" The fourth master didn't understand, what was so tiring about this, just take a pen.

"Really, master, this one is so small, it's not easy to take at all, it's still very soft, not hard at all." With the fruit of the fruit of the words fall.

The fourth master felt that he was being molested again.

But what can be done, what she said is not wrong, could it be that she is thinking nonsense, the fourth master feels that he is dirty.

picked up the woman sitting in front of him and put it on his lap: "Oh, it's softer than the master's?" ”

Guoguo didn't want to learn, just to be a show, who would have thought that the fourth master would teach himself so seriously.

How could she not feel the change in him: "Well, the master is a lot, this is not big at all." ”

Guoguo, who was not afraid of death, was still rubbing under him.

Now she is willing to do something ashamed rather than write.

It's so hard, it's not easy to get this one at all.

Her mood changed, why didn't the fourth master understand: "I don't like writing so much?" Didn't you say let the master teach you? ”

It's a dog, who is going to teach whom.

Guoguo stared at the fourth master, and put down the pen in his hand, "That's it, it's just that I've studied for so long today, and the concubine is tired, let's learn again next time." ”

"So you mean you're not writing now, are you?" The fourth master asked in her ear.

"Well, master, don't write it, I'll practice hard tomorrow, and I will definitely let my master see the concubine write."

Don't think about what it's going to look like, haha.

Thinking carefully about the fruit on her face, she didn't know that the big bad wolf had already discovered her purpose.

"Then why don't you try a different main style?" The fourth master found that this little woman is just undertrained, and her words are good, but it is difficult to act.

"What's the solution?"

As early as when the fourth master was talking to Guoguo, he opened her robe.

"That's it." Pull down the wraps.

Guoguo was shocked, this man was really offline: "Master, reading and writing is a sacred thing, how can you do this." Guoguo resisted.

I don't know how the fourth master did it, anyway, he is now letting Guoguo pick up the pen with one hand and playing with the other hand underneath.

"Write it, let me see what level you are." It's just an excuse.

Guoguo couldn't, so he could only slowly write the word that the fourth master wrote just now on the paper.

I have so many words together, and I write one and not another, but none of them are like them.

And the fourth master also launched an attack on her.

The satisfied fourth master didn't look at how Guoguo wrote, he just wanted her to continue writing.

Because he hadn't washed up yet, and the door outside hadn't been closed, Guoguo felt that this man was really enough.

That's what I'm doing here, is there really too few people in his house?

He was uncomfortable, and so was she.

She still has to write.

I don't know how he came up with this method as a prince.

Could it be that Xiao Huangwen has seen too much?

"Master, let's go to bed 1 on 1, okay?" Guoguo surrendered.

The fourth master couldn't let go of it in front of the small table, but now when he heard the little woman's words, how could he disagree.

The night is very deep, the love is very long, no matter what happens to the two in the end, those women in the backyard are very sad.

And now the saddest thing is Fujin, originally she asked Mama Yu to go into the palace to tell Concubine De that she was unwell, thinking that she would not enter the palace on the fifteenth day of tomorrow.

She wanted to call in sick.