Long distances and relatives: the contract princess

Chapter 13 There is no silver 300 taels here

"Haha, as expected of a general under Genghis Khan, he is really refreshing." Jinyao praised Hu Lunyan without losing the opportunity, then walked to the table, wrote down the three points mentioned earlier with a brush, and handed them to Hu Lunyan In front of him, "Here, sign this. Make another fingerprint."

"Do you still want to sign and press your fingerprint?" Hu Lunyan took the paper from Jinyao and looked at it.

The writing of these words is too... ugly, right?Even if the Mongolians write Chinese characters better than hers, to be honest, he really doubts that the woman in front of him is not the well-educated little princess raised by the Song Dynasty royal family.

Seeing the disbelief on Hulunyan's face, Jinyao took back the note in his hand in embarrassment, "Hey~~~ Don't read my words, just read the content."

The blame is only that when her master taught her to write with a brush when she was a child, she refused to learn it even if she died. She never thought that now that she has "jumped" into this dynasty that specializes in writing with a brush, her handwriting is really shameful.

Seeing the unnatural look on Jinyao's face, Hu Lunyan didn't say anything else. He reached out to take the paper in Jinyao's hand, signed his name on it cooperatively, then scratched his thumb with his nails, The blood that came out pressed a finger print and handed it to Jinyao.The movement was clean and neat, and it was done in one go, shocking Jin Yao who was beside him in place.

God... God, he just press... press fingerprints like this?Isn't he afraid of pain?

Jin Yao blinked in disbelief.

Looking at his handwriting again, it is strong and sharp, and the Mongolian handwriting is much more beautiful than the "dog crawling" handwriting of her nominal Song Dynasty princess.

Don't look at it, the more you look at it, the more guilty you become.

Jinyao took the paper from Hulunyan, picked up the brush, and signed her name, but stopped when she pressed her fingerprint.

Do you really want to cut your fingers like he did and press the fingerprints with blood?

But this will hurt to death.

The red cinnabar on the desk case is there, she just needs to run over and press it, but will she be looked down upon by this black-faced god?

Staring at her fingers for a long time, Jinyao took a deep breath, took Hulunyan's hand, and said, "Let me use your fingers."

As he said that, he pressed his thumb on Hu Lunyan's scratched thumb, squeezed it lightly, and some blood oozes from Hu Lunyan's hand again.

After dipping some of Hulunyan's blood and pressing her fingerprints, she looked up and found that Hulunyan was looking at herself with strange eyes. Jinyao smiled embarrassedly, "Hey, your blood hasn't run out yet, it's a waste What a pity, isn't it? I'll use it up for you. It's not because I'm afraid of pain."

This explanation of "there is no silver 300 taels here" made Hu Lunyan dumbfounded for a while.This woman is ashamed to say that the blood on his hand has not been shed, don't waste it?Obviously it was her squeezing just now that caused the blood on his finger to flow out again.Fortunately, she could still come up with such a high-sounding reason.

But now, he doesn't plan to expose her, at least it's not the time yet.

Hu Lunyan's mouth curled into a meaningful smile.

(End of this chapter)