A prostitute: a good wife provoked an evil husband

Almost all the pens are brushes. She is really not used to writing. Pei Xiaoqing has longed for a fountain pen. It's not long, it's only about the size of your index finger, and there's a round and transparent luminous pearl inlaid on the top. It's also very nice to hang on your chest as a pendant. When you want to use it, you can take it out to write at any time.

It has to be said that Chen Zihan is indeed a very smart person, if he wants to accomplish something, there is nothing he cannot do, even if it is not difficult for him to build a spear and cannon now.

Alas, compared to myself, a useless time-traveling girl, I can only play with little things like mushroom essential oil.

"What is this?" Ning Xin curiously grabbed the porcelain pen and stroked it.

The prince went over and took the pen, and hung it on Pei Xiaoqing's neck. Her voice was as soft as a spring breeze blowing through fine sand. Her beautiful eagle eyes were dotted with starlight, which dazzled Pei Xiaoqing's eyes. She stepped back a little resolutely. , the prince's hand was hanging empty, he was holding the red thread and froze in place, the starlight in his eyes dimmed instantly, and a cluster of anger ignited again.

"Do you know how many nights I stayed up all night to make this? How backward is the ceramic technology here, and how rough is the forged steel technology? In order to do it well, I burned a lot of bubbles on my hands. I just want you to bring With the pen I personally made for you, you can write whatever you want. Don’t you love poetry? Don’t you like singing? Don’t you still have many wonderful ideas? Take this pen to write down, and If you come to this world in vain, even if you hate me, hate me, and don't accept my favor, you can still accept this pen and treat it as my apology, won't you?"

Except for Pei Xiaoqing, no one could understand these words, but even if they couldn't understand them, even a fool could hear the deep guilt and love in those words.

Ning Xin and Pei Jinhui looked at Pei Xiaoqing in a daze, their hearts were overwhelmed, they kept the words in their chests like rice vinegar, boiled and boiled until it became a sour and astringent rice vinegar.

Pei Xiaoqing gave this man a hard look. Does he still have feelings for her, or does he still have hatred?

Don't know if this will make her an enemy?A woman's jealousy can turn into a sea of ​​anger, and she can be drowned if she doesn't keep it intact.

Pei Xiaoqing raised her hand, pushed Princess Ning Xin forward, and said, "Sister Ning Xin, Your Highness's affectionate confession, no matter how angry you are with him, you have to forgive him. The witness of your relationship, you must live happily ever after."

It's not the first time for her to act stupid. She knows that she is pretending to be nondescript and strong, but she also wants to carry out this stupidity to the end, at least she can express her position and determination.

Ning Xin looked at the prince blankly with a pale face. When Pei Xiaoqing hung the pen around her neck, she seemed to be stupid. She lost the smoothness and wisdom of the past, and was as stiff as a piece of wood.

If the crown prince snatches that pen back and gives it to Pei Xiaoqing, he will wipe Ning Xin's face in public and make Ning Xin even more ashamed. towards?

The prince's heart is full of gods and gods, and he hates, feels ashamed and helpless towards Pei Xiaoqing. If she lets her pass on the pen, then all his hard work will go to waste.