The Summoner in the Ice Coffin of the Allure

Chapter 1041 A dead woman who regards wealth as her life
If you marry her and you are good to her, then it doesn't matter?But he was good. Feng Weiyi did not stay in the palace for half a year, and the flags outside floated into the palace, and it was still buy one get one free. For these, Feng Weiyi, the well-educated saint of Nanzhao, endured it for the overall situation. , Unexpectedly, in the end, her forbearance was exchanged for the plunder of others.

As for Shangguan Bo, the man who was her husband, even at the end, when she needed him most, he did not lend a helping hand, but instead brought her a glass of poisonous wine.

Ha ha!

Cool and ruthless at this point, I am afraid that there is only Shangguan Bo in this world.

Regarding these matters, Gu Lingsha heard Gu Lingyu say it at the Royal Academy three years ago, but, at this time, when she heard Feng Wurao's words, she couldn't help but feel a little embarrassed: "That's true, you When my mother married as a saint, she probably thought about how to carry forward Nanzhao, but it's a pity..."

"Well, we won't talk about this anymore. Look at the words just now, did you think of anything?" At this point in the conversation, Feng Wurao seemed reluctant to continue talking about his parents, so he looked at on the uncovered golden scroll on the table.

When Gu Lingsha heard it, she just remembered the business, so she quickly got up and went to the cabinet to get the pen and ink: "Let's write it down first, and then study it."

After speaking, he began to study ink on his own.

Feng Wurao was a little amused at first sight, but she did not refuse. After she had researched the ink, she picked up the pen and wrote all the characters that had been transformed from the gold silk just now, one by one, on the snow-white sheet that was tiled on the table. on paper.

During the writing process, Gu Lingsha kept silent, watching the nib of the pen, like flowing clouds and flowing water, falling down on the paper one by one, for no reason, a trace of envy appeared in her eyes: "Master, why are you writing with your handwriting? Is it so beautiful?"

Hearing this, Young Master Feng raised his eyebrows: "Does it look good?"

"It's good-looking, strong and powerful, and it looks much better than mine."

Gu Lingsha is telling the truth. Although she can also write, she is used to those automatic pens in modern times. Up to here, even if she has lived for 16 years, she still writes very awkwardly with this soft brush.

Feng Wurao snorted coldly when she heard that she actually compared her own words to her crawling like earthworms: "Do you know how much your master and my calligraphy cost in this world?"

Gu Lingsha blinked, and after a while, she gritted her teeth and said, "Don't tell me it's more expensive than that jade cabbage."

Feng Wurao went mad: "Why do you keep thinking about that jade cabbage?"

Gu Lingsha: "..."

"Is ten jade cabbage enough?" Young Master Feng was furious, and when he exerted force on his wrist, the ink of the last word splattered a big drop.

As soon as Gu Lingsha heard it, her eyes flashed green, and she immediately came up like a dog's leg. She rolled up her sleeves and wiped the drop of ink clean: "Master, can you sign me?"

"What's the name of the signature?" Feng Wurao was puzzled, but subconsciously, after seeing the two wolf-like eyes of the woman, he turned slightly to avoid it.

What does this woman... want to do?
"It's you who helped me write a name, and then I framed it so that I can practice more in the future, so that I can also write a good handwriting."

Gu Lingsha wouldn't be stupid enough to say that he would pick it up and sell it, you know, he might die of laughter in this way!Spit to death!

(End of this chapter)