Like, she's the identity of Princess Chen, she already is, ://%77%77%77%2e%76%6f%64%74%77%2e%63%6f%6d

Since you can't change it, then accept it.

Accept, this Princess Chen brought her, whether it was joy or difficulty, she had to accept it.

You can't escape, can you?

"Okay then." Jing Qingran nodded, his tone was very light, almost difficult to hear, like the wind, blowing slightly, leaving no trace.

If things do get to that point, do what you have to do.

Facing reality is the most important thing, and thinking too much is useless, and it will only increase the troubles.

Yunlai Restaurant, still in business, has always been deserted.

On the third floor, in the shopkeeper's study, Jing Qingran sat at the desk, she bowed her head, held a pen in her hand, and wrote something on a piece of paper.

It looks like she is a little busy, she is writing, and she doesn't know what she is writing, the white rice paper, she holds a small brush in her hand, and writes on the paper, she has never used a brush, the brush is very ugly, and the words on the paper, so to speak, are big, small, and the appearance is not very good-looking......

"Miss, what are you writing?" Zi Fang watched from the side and asked her.

"Notice." A clear and concise reply.

"What notice?" Zi Fang frowned incomprehensibly.

Jing Qingran didn't answer, and after nearly a minute, she put down the pen, stretched her waist, opened her mouth, and said lazily: "It's done." ”

Zi Fang subconsciously looked at the paper on the table, on the paper, more than 20 words were crooked, all different, but they were all ugly, what kind of success is this?

The writing is so ugly, miss, you have lost your memory, you won't even write backwards, right? Zi Fang couldn't bear to see the words on the paper.

"Zifang, then go to Mr. Zhao Xingqi and ask him to copy twenty copies, and then paste it on various streets and alleys on the street." Jing Qingran handed the small advertisement he had written to Zi Fangdao.

That's right, Jing Qingran wrote it as a small advertisement.

Something similar to a notification.

"Miss, how did you write so ...... Ugly? Zi Yu took the paper and said with a frown.

"Well, it may be that I haven't written for a long time, so it's a little ugly......" Jing Qingran sneered, she, whether ancient or modern, has never used a brush to write, today is the first time to use a brush, and it is normal for the words written to be ugly.

"Oh." Zi Fang nodded inexplicably, and walked out with the paper.

Jing Qingran saw that there was nothing to do, so she lay down at the desk and fell asleep, she was a little tired these days and needed to make up for sleep!

Zi Fang took the rice paper and walked to the office of Mr. Zhao Xingqi, who was also on the third floor of the restaurant, next to the shopkeeper's study.

It's close, not far at all.

Zi Fang handed the rice paper to Zhao Xingqi, Zhao Xingqi took it, looked at the more than 20 words on the rice paper, frowned, and said, "This is the notice written by the shopkeeper?" ”

"Yes, what did the young lady say just now, she said, copy twenty copies of the contents of this piece of paper, and then take it to the street and paste one in various places." Zi Fang clearly said what Jing Qingran wanted to express.

Zhao Xingqi looked at the handwriting on the rice paper, quite a headache, why is our shopkeeper's calligraphy so like a three-year-old child?

"So, I'll write it in twenty copies." Zhao Xingqi nodded, and according to the content on the paper, he copied twenty copies.

The gist of the rice paper is: Tomorrow there will be many big people to come to Yunlai Restaurant as guests, do you know which big people are? Guess it, if you guess correctly, Yunlai Restaurant will have a gift for you!

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