Hua Wu was silent, this answer was still decent, she had imagined a lot.

For example, the ghost can smell the treasure on their body, or the ghost hears her, etc.

But the reason Meng Xia said should be right, the two of them are obviously lonely people, and those ghosts may be new, even if they come out to find food.

After figuring it out, she didn't ask any more.

After returning to the dormitory, she was supposed to go back to the Changge Palace.

Meng Xia looked at her and said, "Just write the drama here, and show it to me when you're done." ”

"Uh" He knew everything she was doing, could he be said to be too attentive to the subtleties, or was he very clear about her purpose.

She raised her eyebrows, but did not object, got up and went to the table by the window to polish the ink and began to write the play he requested.

In the process of grinding ink, she figured out how to write, and it was impossible to write about how eager he was to become a relative, so she could only write truthfully, adding some water slightly.

The characters are as follows:

Feng Mo: What did His Royal Highness the Crown Prince marry 99 women for all these years?

Du Yu sighed and agreed: Yes, many of these women are women from families, and they are all gentle and virtuous, beautiful and generous.

Lan Jing: His Royal Highness the Crown Prince may have his own troubles.

Mengxia: This king does not want to marry them, and he has no affection for them.

Kazemo: What about Your Highness's reasoning?

Meng Xia hesitated: This king didn't want to let them live up to their good years because of his own unintentionality.

Du Yu clapped his hands in surprise: Good person!

Feng Mo snorted disdainfully: It's just a reason.

Because he didn't want to live up to the good years of these women, he deliberately kept them in captivity in the Cold Autumn Courtyard, everyone knew that the Cold Autumn Courtyard was a cold palace, however

She wrote this and found that she was forcibly clearing his name.

However, Meng Xia was right to ask her to add this paragraph, although he now seems to be married and has his own crown princess, no matter what, the previous past, if it is turned out by someone with a heart, it will still be criticized.

Yes, it must be washed.

Then whitewash:

Meng Xia: In the heart of this king, it is the king's criterion to have a pair of talents in a lifetime, so no matter how many purples and thousands of reds there are, only one scoop of weak water is taken for three thousand.

Du Yu was moved: Wow, it turns out that the prince has missed so much, just to wait for a destined person.

Meng Xia nodded heavily.

Hua Wu found that she couldn't write anymore, although she was writing a whitewashing article, why did she feel stuck, it could only show that she was still an unqualified master of making up nonsense, at best a gunman.

The most embarrassing thing is that he is still the invisible destined person, so he really shouldn't burst into foul language.

It was precisely because she knew that Meng Xia was not such a person, so she despised herself even more.

She pressed the diaphragm in her heart, and continued to write:

Feng Mo was silent, and his eyes still showed disbelief.

Lan Jing sighed: His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's words touched me, and I also think the same, I have been married to my wife for many years, and I have not taken a concubine so far.

Du Yu clapped his hands: Yes, me too, my wife and I are like this, it is best for husband and wife to grow old in harmony, why do you want so many pillow people!

Meng Xia's solemn face: This king admires the temperament of the two brothers, so he will also take you as the standard.

Later, Hua Wu roughly wrote some imposed whitewashing.

That's how the little theater ended.

Meng Xia was always sitting at another table drinking tea, and he didn't look at her, but he was obviously waiting for her.

Hua Wu occasionally looked up and saw that he was still there, so she wondered, could it be that there was nothing else?

She had to speed up her pen.

When Hua Wu handed him the drama text, he immediately began to look a little impatient, not knowing if it was Hua Wu's illusion.

Meng Xia looked at it very seriously, and Hua Wu was slightly worried.

Will he feel that he writes a little watery, after all, he doesn't have any idea of having a couple for a lifetime, it is all imposed by himself.

"One life and one couple, only one scoop for three thousand weak water?" Meng Xia muttered in a low voice, and looked up at her again, Gu Jing Wubo's eyes did not distinguish the true meaning, and Hua Wu felt that her heart beat faster for no reason.

The Mengxia he had met on Earth before was like a wooden man.

Although this Meng Xia was a little angry, she had always been a scheming man, and she was almost unaware of his thoughts.

However, she quickly calmed down: "Prince, this is to establish a glorious image for you, think about it, everyone in the whole continent knows that you are an infatuated man better than a scumbag." ”

"Infatuated man, scumbag?" he continued to ask rhetorically.

Hua Wu nodded again and again: "Yes, the scumbag is the kind of person who has a bad reputation, hehe, you know, prince." ”

Meng Xia raised his eyebrows, noncommittal.

Hua Wu had no choice but to wait for him to follow.

"Where's your play?"

Hua Wu also instantly understood what he was referring to.

"Are the previous ones okay?"

Hua Wu was afraid that he would say something unacceptable, but Meng Xia said calmly: "Yes, just add your words." ”

"Oh," Hua Mai seconds understood what he meant.

If he has a view of love or marriage, it depends on hers.

It can't be said that the prince is enthusiastic and sticks a cold ass, phew!

She still sat down and seriously added some of her own jokes.

Hua Wu smiled: When I met you, I was my fate, and I was married for thousands of miles.

After writing this sentence, she laughed out loud first, what the hell is this, fortunately she learned a few lyrics.

Meng Xia looked up at her.

Hua Wu coughed twice and continued to write: The mountains are edgeless, the rivers are exhausted, the winter thunder is shaking, the summer rain and snow, the heaven and the earth are together, and you dare to be with you.

This ancient poem is an oath, and it is still a very ruthless kind, so I threw it aside and wrote another sentence:

In heaven I wish to be a winged bird, and on earth I wish to be a branch.

No, she threw it away again, and wrote again: "I have confirmed the eyes, the prince is the person I want to follow for the rest of my life." ”

Well, this sentence is more fashionable, and she curls her lips and smiles.

Meng Xia had already walked over, looked down at the words on her paper, frowned slightly, and didn't say anything.

Then she took the two that she had casually thrown aside.

After a few breaths, he nodded at the mountain with his slender fingers: "Just use this sentence." ”

Flower Dance: ""

Okay, he can do whatever he says, anyway, it's acting, what is he more real?

Next, she went directly to the flowers with the drama text.

When the old white class master saw the flower dance drama, he praised again and again: "Oh my God! The drama of the crown princess is the best drama I have ever seen in my life!"

Thousands of clothes don't wear sycophants, Hua Wu likes to listen to good words, but she is deeply narcissistic, and she takes it for granted that she writes the best.

The best whitewashing.

Hua Wu personally selected a few plays in the Qingli class.

After letting them get acquainted with the play, they performed it for her on the spot.

The skills of the troupe are good, and after Hua Wu gave a little guidance, he almost figured out the temperament of several people at the end of the wind.

Then the show began.

It was afternoon after such a toss.

Acting started here, and the fat class owner came to find Hua Wu with Chao Yan.

Flower Dance had a rough idea of what they had come to her for.

One mountain can't tolerate two tigers! Do these people still think that they are biased or have other ideas?

"Li Kui meets the crown princess, I haven't seen you for a long time!" Uncle Maitreya walked in with a smile and gave a salute to Hua Wu.

Flower dance suddenly, it turns out that Maitreya Buddha is called Li Kui, and this Li Kui is not Li Kui.