As soon as the words fell, Qian Jun, who had instantly risen to level 30, looked at He Lao with a blank eye.

"Hmph, don't think that the old man doesn't know what you're thinking, young people have to be safe and stable if they want to upgrade, don't always think about taking shortcuts."

Knocked her elm head with the big pig's trotters in her hand, just as she was about to fight back.

Blinking, there is one more person in front of him, and look again, isn't this his boudoir?

"Xiao Junjun, Uncle Ben is here to give you a lesson today, listen carefully and remember carefully."

Lying on the side on the bed, putting down the scroll in his hand, Yichen looked at Qianjun very seriously.

"Upgrading depends on one sentence: do tasks to transform into an old man, and when the time comes, upgrading will not be a matter of course."

Hear something rustling......

"What are you doing?"

When I was thinking about how to make what I say so that my stupid heir could understand it in seconds, I glanced at it inadvertently, and the words that were about to come out came to an abrupt end.

"I'm remembering what you said."

Stopping the writing in her hand, she raised her head in some surprise, looked at Yichen with a puzzled face, and almost asked: Is there any problem?

"You write what I say in white powder on top of the white wall, and you seem to be making me laugh! Look at what you've written. ”

Rubbing his brows with a little headache, he kept hinting that he should calm down, and he used the blade in his hand to gesture above the unidentified creature written by Qianjun.

"The master looked left, right, up and down, three hundred and sixty degrees of rotation without dead ends, and only saw a row of ghost painting talismans......"

After a cursory glance, Qianjunmu said with a serious face, but inadvertently challenged Yichen's endurance.

"Young Master, your letter."

The slightly delicate little scholar pushed open the door, and then felt a dangerous sight sweeping over.

raised his head and hurriedly swept past the source of the danger factor, but saw the red-clothed young man on the bed as handsome as a demon, with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

Aoki was stunned, and he intuitively felt that the young man in front of him was not good, and the wind under his feet walked towards the door.

But he didn't want to go too far, so he stumbled and made a deep intimate contact with the ground.

"Poof, your family is so cute, I like to give the ground a loving hug~"

Ignoring Yichen's ridicule, he opened the envelope in his hand unhurriedly, and Qianjun was dumbfounded for a moment.

Love letter......

The little woman is a cloud shuangshuang, the clouds are still in the clouds, and the shuangsu is flying shuang, of course, you can call me Shuangshuang, or you can call me Shuang'er.

The little woman has been happy with Qianjun's son for a long time, and since then she has been amazed at a glance, and after falling in love at first sight, she has a disease, which is called lovesickness.

Since the little woman couldn't see her son, she didn't think about tea, didn't want to eat, and looked at the photos of her son every day to see things and think about people.

After many thoughts, the little woman finally took the first step until today, just to find the love of her heart to the end.

I think I am a beautiful woman of the previous generation, proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, able to sing and dance, and my cultivation talent is not low at all.

I don't want to be by my son's side, but I ask Jun Gongzi to look at me more, and both of them will be satisfied, although this glance is as long as a lifetime......

I don't know when Jun Gongzi will marry Shuang'er?

Don't ask for ten miles of red makeup and eight sedan chairs, I just want you and me to be left alone~

Yun Shuangshuang handwriting......

Qianjun personally enlightened......

Qian Jun, who came back to her senses, put away the envelope with a strange face, only to find that there was a photo mixed in the envelope.

In the photo, the girl in yellow is smiling, strolling among the flowers and running forward.

Behind her was a pink-clothed boy holding a bouquet of flowers, looking at her with gentle eyes.

When she saw the pink-clothed boy, Qianjun was so lying in her heart. Trough......