There is a tyrant in the home after the poison

Chapter 1101
On that large stack of papers, the words Yang Chubai and Bai Yang were densely written on each sheet.

The handwriting on these papers is not very good, crooked, messy, and a lot of ink is still stained on the blank paper, but the characters Yang Chubai and Baiyang are still clearly and neatly on the paper. Looking at it, it is just the beginning Written by people who learn calligraphy.

Holding the large stack of papers, Yang Chubai suddenly felt very heavy.

Everyone knows that Baicao is illiterate, but she has written so many Yang Chubai and Bai Yang, who did she learn from?How long has she been writing such a big stack?

Although I don't know how long she has been writing, but in these handwritings, every word can be clearly seen, each stroke of Baicao is written with great care, and even when she wrote these names, the ups and downs in her heart, Yang Chubai Can feel it.

Yang Chubai flipped through it casually, and found one of the papers crookedly, and wrote with great difficulty, "There are trees in the mountains, and there are branches in the trees, and you don't know if you are happy with the king."

Yang Chubai's cold eyes were fixed on this piece of paper, and he suddenly remembered that a few days ago, a maid in the Qinxiang Pavilion liked one of the guards, and said, "There are trees in the mountains, and there are branches in the trees, and the heart is pleasing to the king. You don't know, listen to Baicao." I don't understand, ask her what she means.

The lady in charge of the lamp explained it to her, and Baicao kept repeating this sentence, and even secretly asked the lady in charge of the lamp to teach her how to write these characters.

A person who doesn't know martial arts at all, writes so many characters, I'm afraid it will take a long time to write them completely.

He didn't think much of it before, but now, this note is put together with his name, and no one can tell who it refers to.

Seeing Yang Chubai staring blankly at the crooked rice paper handwriting, Yang Churuo couldn't help but said, "Brother, we have already lost enough, we should cherish what we should cherish, and don't regret it until we lose it."

There is something in Yang Churuo's words, she believes that Yang Chubai can understand.

Yang Chubai clenched the paper tightly, and after a long time, he put the thick stack of paper back into the box and put the box back in its original place.

After putting it away, Yang Chubai saw the place where the box was placed, and there were sets of finished or unfinished clothes neatly placed. Each set was made according to his favorite style, and the size was just right. The three characters Yang Chubai were crookedly embroidered with embroidery needles on the collar of the double breasted collar, which seemed to be made for him.

In addition to clothes, there are also shoes, money bags, and even auspicious wishful knots, each of which is made according to Yang Chubai's preferences.

Not to mention that Yang Chubai was a little stunned seeing these things, even Yang Churuo couldn't help being terrified.

Why are there so many?Doesn't she live with someone else?Where did she find the time to do this?Did they all get up secretly in the middle of the night?

This Baicao doesn't say anything on weekdays, but she still cares about her brother.

"Brother, sometimes when you like someone, it's not to stay away from her, but to be good to her. The more you alienate her, the more harm you will do to her. Even... Even if your days are numbered, but I think, Baicao If she really likes you, even if it's only for one day, she will feel happier than her whole life combined."

Yang Churuo has said so much, she has said everything that needs to be said, and it is up to him to see if brother can figure it out.

Yang Churuo pushed the door out, leaving space for them. Even if she didn't want to admit it, she couldn't deceive herself. This time, she showed affection for Gong Yuxiu, even though the Prince Gong's military strength also accounted for a small part of it. copies, otherwise...

(End of this chapter)