Bizhu subconsciously bit her lip, and then desperately earned the burden in her hand, and said curtly, "Miss, I heard that everyone in the Hundred Flowers Banquet is beautiful, are you sure you don't want to bring a set of pen, ink, paper, inkstone or something?" ”

The pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, which had been lying on the roof and was left by Feng Yan to protect Chang Geyue, sat up straight in an instant.

Can't help but slander in your heart, joking?

They are the ones this ugly monster said they wanted to bring?

They are going to go, and they are also on the orders of their prince, okay!

What's the matter with this ugly bastard!

I want to bring the two of them to think beautifully!

And the ugly maids are really uneducated, are they good people, and they still have condoms?

Bizhu looked at Chang Geyue expectantly, hoping that her young lady could be normal once, but she didn't want Chang Geyue to chuckle and end up with the burden that Bizhu was desperately holding.

Open slowly.

Equestrian outfits!

Dagger!

Fire Fold!

Bow and arrow!

And the needle bag!

She curled the corners of her mouth slightly, slowly put the needle bag in her arms, then counted the poison in the cuffs, nodded with satisfaction, looking at Bizhu's bitter little face, she thought for a while, and then said, "Just listen to your brush." ”

The pen and ink on the room are not dry again!

Uncle is a human being, you are the only one!

The master and servant are illiterate, and the ugly master is very familiar with you? Is it something you can call a nickname like a brush?

Bizhu hurriedly nodded, and found a fairly good brush in Changgeyue's inventory.

Miss used to love to write, and she wrote when she was troubled at the beginning.

Although I don't know why Miss doesn't like calligraphy recently, it's a good phenomenon that Miss now asks for a brush.

But Chang Geyue looked at the brush handed over by Bizhu, and was slightly stunned, "Where did this come from?" ”

Bizhu frowned and thought for a long time before she seemed to think, "The slave doesn't remember." ”

The young lady had so many brushes that she couldn't remember where they all came from.

Thinking about Bizhu, he continued, "We don't have many good things here, pen and ink and other things used to be purchased for you by the eldest young master, since the eldest young master is not in the mansion, some of them are rewarded according to the dividends, and the slaves and maids can't remember clearly." ”

Chang Geyue slowly fiddled with the tip of this brush a few times, and wolf brushes were not uncommon.

But there are not many people who prefer to add a little bit of flower juice to the wolf's hair.

Because the smell of this flower is really bad, although the taste of this flower has faded a lot after special treatment, the smell of soaking the flower deposit still can't hide from her nose.

The smell of floral flowers is pungent and most people will itch, although the soaked tip will become smoother and smoother, but there are still not many people who prefer this method.

It's a pity that she knows one person, and she doesn't need to use the pen of flowers.

That person was none other than Zong Zheng Moyin's only brother who was still alive today, the third prince Zong Zheng Moxing.

It's just that she can't figure out what Zong Zheng Moxing can have to do with the original Changgeyue!

Chang Geyue thought about it for a while, maybe she thought too much.

Zong Zheng Moxing's legs are disabled, and he doesn't leave the house all year round, how can it be related to Changgeyue, who lives in the house!

Chang Geyue couldn't figure it out and didn't think about it, and then threw the brush in the baggage, "Let's go." ”

Looking at the current time, it should be just right to rush to Baihuayuan.

When Chang Geyue appeared at the gate of the mansion, Chang Ge Yujiao's lungs were about to explode!

"You are ugly, so you know that you can only be a foil at the Hundred Flowers Banquet! So don't want us to be good, are they! ”