Her husband always said that she was stupid, but Luo thought that her husband was stupider than her, and if it was usual, she would have to reason with him, but today she learned that her husband cared for her daughter, so she was in a good mood, so she didn't care about him.

Luo Shi glanced at her husband and said, "Chu Ge doesn't know these things yet, since you have already put a spy over there, I will simply write a letter to Chu Ge, and you will order the spy to hand over the idea to Chu Ge."

Luo's only knew that her daughter was in Shuzhong, but she didn't know her specific residence, so she wanted to write to her daughter before, but it didn't work, and now she learned that Sima Zhengren sent someone there, and Luo's letter can finally be sent to her daughter.

When Sima Zhengren heard this, he frowned and said, "I was also worried about my daughter's situation, so I sent someone over there, and now everything is fine with Chu Ge, and I will let the people over there come back after a while, where can I give you a letter."

"What's so difficult about this, you wait for this letter to be delivered to Chu Ge, and when Chu Ge knows about the affairs at home, she can rest assured that she will be able to contact me in the future, at that time, you can let the people over there come back, the left and right people have already been sent, so what's the matter if you stay there for a few more days."

Without waiting for her husband to speak, Luo Shi said with a wooden face, "I don't care, anyway, you have to think of a way to deliver the letter to your daughter."

Because the suspicion between husband and wife has been eliminated, Luo's finally took Sima Zhengren as her husband, and her behavior is quite pampered and arrogant.

Sima Zhengren glanced at his wife's coquettish appearance, he only felt indescribably comfortable in his heart, so he hurriedly agreed: "It's not a big deal, since Madame insists on doing so, then I will let the people over there deliver the letter."

Seeing that her husband agreed, Luo immediately ordered someone to prepare pen and ink, she sat down in front of the case, and couldn't wait to write a letter to her daughter.

Sima Zhengren sat aside, raised his eyes and glanced at his wife's graceful hairpin, and he praised with a smile: "The word Mrs. can be called the champion of the female middle school."

Luo raised his eyes and glanced at her husband, then continued to bury his head in the letter, and replied: "What is my word, you have never seen your brother's hand, then it is a must."

Sima Zhengren replied: "The eldest brother is a famous Confucian all over the world, how can others compare his words, but the lady is a woman, and she can write such words, in my opinion, it is already beyond the reach of people."

Sima's family is heavy on martial arts, and men are not good at writing and ink, but people are often more and more curious and adored in areas that they are not good at.

This is the main reason why the martial artist Sima Zhengren likes Luo's woman, who reads poetry and books.

Sima Zhengren looked at the good words written by his wife, and there was a strong envy in his eyes, thinking that such a talented woman was his own woman, he became more and more proud.

Luo Shi wrote the family letter in one go, raised her eyes and saw her husband looking at her own words stupidly, she smiled faintly at Sima Zhengren, and said, "I have been married to you for so many years, and I have never seen your words."

As a general, Sima Zhengren naturally can't be blind, but he can only read and write and read military books.

He listened to his wife's words, his head shook into a rattle, and he hurriedly replied, "The word for a husband cannot be compared with that of a wife."

Seeing that her always majestic husband was so timid, she actually aroused her teasing thoughts for a while.

Luo Shi had bad thoughts, but her face did not show it at all, she said slowly to her husband: "People are always good at and not good at, the husband is a general immediately, and it is normal for the text and ink to be poor, we are husband and wife, that is, the husband's words are worse, can I still laugh at you."

As he spoke, Luo got up and walked up to her husband, raised his hand to take his hand, and said with a hint of pleading, "Come on, just write two words."

Sima Zhengren was very reluctant, but when he was pulled by his wife's little hand, his whole body was crispy, and the words of refusal were stuck in his throat, but he couldn't say anything.

"Just write, come over in the sea of fire for the husband's sword, I haven't seen any battles, and I'm afraid that I won't be able to write two words."

Sima Zhengren said two bold words, as if he was cheering himself up.

When he mustered up enough courage, he sat down in front of the desk and took the wolf hair handed by his wife.

Glancing at the snow-white paper in front of him, he raised his eyes to look at his wife again and asked, "What does Madame want to read?"

Luo was used to seeing her husband wielding a knife and a gun, but it was the first time she saw him holding a pen, and it was really awkward to look at.

She frowned slightly, and replied, "Husband can write two words at will."

Sima Zhengren straightened his posture and replied, "Then I'll write a boudoir character of yours."

Luo's boudoir Jiajia.

She nodded and said okay.

Sima Zhengren was bent on behaving in front of his wife, although he knew that his handwriting was not good, but he tried his best to write.

When he had finished writing the last stroke, he looked at it for a while, and then he held it to his wife, and asked, "Madam, what do you think?"

Luo took the note, almost laughing.

This kind of word is that she was better than this when she was five years old.

She really regretted letting him write her own boudoir characters, it was a bit of a waste of this word.

Sima Zhengren saw that his wife's face showed a slight look of disgust, and he made up for himself: "You have too many boudoir strokes, so I don't have a good book, you can see me write my own name again."

As he spoke, Sima Zhengren took the note from his wife's hand, and wrote a word of benevolence next to Fang Cai's 'Jia' seriously.

A person's best at writing should be his own name, Luo thought that he could write a little better, but after reading her husband's words, he couldn't hold back anymore and finally laughed.

Sima Zhengren glanced at his wife, who was smiling wildly, sank his face, and said with displeasure, "You can say it, don't laugh at me."

Luo Shi hurriedly held back a smile, although she didn't smile anymore, her shoulders still trembled slightly.

is still the generalissimo of the world's soldiers and horses, how can the words be written so ugly, coupled with his unyielding appearance of writing seriously, it really makes Luo's can't help but want to laugh.

"You're still laughing?"

Sima Zhengren put down his pen, with a hint of grievance in his tone.

Seeing this, Luo Shi hurriedly comforted her husband and said, "It's me who broke my promise, don't be annoyed."

As she spoke, she walked up to her husband, and then stuffed the pen into his hand again, then held his big rough hand, and said gently, "Husband's handwriting is not good because you have not mastered the basic skills of pen movement."

"You have to push yourself hard." Rockwell Slim held her husband's big hand and slowly wrote on the paper.

"Look, isn't it much better to write like this?" Luo pointed to the new book and showed it to her husband.

Sima Zhengren only felt that the hand held by his wife was numb, and after a while, his whole body was numb, how could he have the heart to practice any words, he only glanced at the words that his wife took him to write, and his eyes couldn't help but drift to the window, seeing that the sky was finally dark, he turned his head to his wife and said, "It's dark, let's sleep."