The girl imprisoned in the iron cage: lazy little beast concubine

Luo Qingyu's heart skipped a beat. It was the first time she saw him wearing purple clothes. She never thought that he could wear purple clothes so casually. www>

"Master." She called out.

"Research ink." Master Daguo ordered lightly without raising his head.

It turned out that the Great Master made her come here so hard that she was a book boy...

She studied ink next to her without saying a word, and the Great Master corrected the documents very quickly, almost opening a book, browsing through it casually, and writing like a god... [

Luo Qingyu already knew almost the characters of this dynasty, but she didn't know any of the characters written by the Great Master.

The dragons and phoenixes are dancing, their strength penetrates the back of the paper, and it seems that they will fly out of the paper at any moment...

It is said that you can see a person's character by looking at characters.

The Great Master seems to be a very lazy and indifferent person, how can he write with such a strong hand?flamboyant?

Also--which country's heavenly scriptures did he write?

Didn't it mean that all the fonts used in Menglan Continent are the same?

"Can you write?" the Great Master asked suddenly.

"Uh, yes."

"That's good, help me write these few lines." Master Daguo handed over a 'Ghost Drawing Talisman'.

Luo Qingyu looked at the densely packed few lines on it for a long time, but couldn't understand a single word.

"This - I don't know it." Luo Qingyu was a little embarrassed.

"Do you know how to draw a ladle from a gourd?" The Great Master smiled half a smile.

Luo Qingyu only nodded: "This will be."

"Well, then copy it over as it is." The Great Master handed over a tube of pens.

"This is?" Luo Qingyu discovered for the first time that being illiterate is still very scary.

What the hell is written on it?

"Afraid that I'll betray you?" The Great Master glanced sideways at her.

"How could it be?! Even if Master wants to kill me, it's as easy as pie. Why bother to sell me? My disciple doesn't mean that. My disciple is, I'm afraid I won't be able to write well..." Luo Qingyu replied with a low eyebrow and pleasing to the eye. .

"That's it. Just write carefully." The tone of the Great Master is beyond doubt. [

Well, he probably really used her as a book boy.

Help him copy documents and so on...

She was holding the piece of paper and was about to find another table to copy quietly, when the master of the country flicked his sleeves, a chair appeared beside him out of thin air: "Just sit here, for the convenience of the teacher to supervise."

Luo Qingyu looked at the chair, and then at the large desk. It seemed that three people could work at the same time.

So she didn't refuse, she simply sat down, held the pen and lowered her head to start drawing gourds...

There were countless blood blisters on her palms and fingers. Although she no longer bled, she still felt a burning pain when she touched a hard object.

"Give me your hand." The Great Master's eyes fell on her hand, and he frowned slightly.

ah?Luo Qingyu looked up, unable to figure out what he meant for a while.

The Great Master seemed too lazy to repeat the second sentence. When he raised his hand, Luo Qingyu couldn't help stretching out his hands, palms up, and fell into his hands.

Her hands were petite and exquisite, but the palms were full of blood blisters one by one, which was a bit horrible. Bleak 