Ghost Concubine Series 2: The Prince's Ghost Concubine

Chapter 8 I Can't Write
"Did you make a mistake? You forced me to do this. Who told you to pull me out and kill me!"

"Who let you see my body?"

"You did it on purpose." Su Xiaonuan got up immediately.

"You go back first."

"Yes."

"Am I waiting for you in the room without clothes on purpose or waiting for you in the room without clothes on purpose?" Is there a difference between these two sentences?
"I... this... no... no..." Su Xiaonuan spoke incoherently.

"Drink water."

"Ahaha, I won't drink anymore, stop pouring it!" Su Xiaonuan covered her mouth and said.

"Later, you can buy a gift, I want to give it to someone."

"Why?"

"You scared my princess away."

"You must have killed someone with a borrowed knife."

"It's too late to understand now."

Su Xiaonuan was so angry that his teeth itch, "What are the gifts for when you bring the money?"

"Today is my sixth younger brother Nan Ruofan's birthday. He is the most talented person among our brothers, so you can decide what gift to buy yourself." This is already a reminder to Xiaonuan.

"How talented?"

"Eight out of ten sentences are poetry."

"Hehe, talking to him must be very tiring!" Su Xiaonuan smirked.

"Looking at you, you should be thinking of what gift to buy."

"Simple, send him a poem and make sure he likes it."

"You know how to write poetry?" Nan Ruoxuan raised his eyebrows and asked.

"Of course." Su Xiaonuan conjured up a pen, ink, paper and inkstone on the table, hesitated for a moment before making a move, Nan Ruoxuan asked in confusion, "What's wrong?"

"I can't write."

"Heh, it's hard for me to believe that you can compose poetry, you can't even write words." What kind of joke is this?laugh at?
"Just write." Su Xiaonuan held the brush and wrote on the rice paper,
The evil!

I want to know you,

Longevity is endless.

The mountains have no edges, the rivers are exhausted,

The winter thunder shook,

summer rain,
heaven and earth together,
Nai dare and Jun Jue!
"Okay!" Su Xiaonuan stopped writing.

Nan Ruoxuan took it, and when he saw the lines of characters distorted like earthworms, his face turned dark immediately, "Is this also called characters?"

"Wait!" Su Xiaonuan cast a spell while speaking, and the distorted font became correct all of a sudden, "You can read it!"

(End of this chapter)