The prince's backyard is on fire: the story of dragging the princess and fighting the husband

Chapter 33 It's rare to make her so crazy

Even the table is inlaid with gold and jade, and the pen holder is made of high-quality jade, not to mention those antiques.

If the things in the entire study were moved to modern times and sold, it is estimated that they could be sold for tens of millions without any problem.

Still a conservative price.

Li Jinxuan looked at Wu Mei who was stunned and had peach blossoms in her eyes.

He couldn't help but blinked and said, "What are you looking at? It's just some calligraphy, paintings and gold and silver jewelry."

Only then did Wu Mei put away her nympho expression, sucked in her saliva, and straightened her expression.

He continued pretending to be nonchalant and said: "These calligraphy and paintings are very good. I really want to study them after reading them. Can you just send me thirty or fifty of them back to study?"

Facing Wu Mei's lion with a big mouth, Li Jinxuan smiled lightly and said, "Tell me, what font is this character?"

What else is there in the word?God knows. . . .

Wu Mei scratched her head and said, "I don't know."

Li Jinxuan couldn't help laughing, and said, "You don't even understand anything, what are you doing?"

Wu Mei looked at him with extreme contempt, and said, "Who said that one must understand to be considered research? Besides, I know everything, so do I still need to study?"

The smile on Li Jinxuan's face gradually disappeared, he turned around and took a kite from the desk.

It was a kite in the shape of a phoenix, and the top was still white, with no color added.

Li Jinxuan picked up the pen and said, "Can you grind?"

grinding?Did you add some water to the inkstone and grind it lightly?
If you don't do such a simple thing, wouldn't you be a fool?

He nodded immediately and said, "Of course."

"Grind ink for this king."

As Li Jinxuan said, he stretched out his hand and gently twisted the end of the brush, and then gently pulled out a piece of wool.

Wu Mei wanted to refute, but seeing him so focused, she picked up the inkstone and began to grind it.

It's just that she has never sharpened ink before, and quickly made a table of dark things.

After Li Jinxuan found out, he took the ink from her hand and began to grind it gently by himself.

(End of this chapter)