Da Qin: Me! the Unparalleled Prince, Guarding the Great Wall for 18 Years

A hint of curiosity flashed between Ying Changying's brows, she quietly walked behind Yu Ji, and then suddenly said:

"Madam, what are you writing secretly?"

Yu Ji was taken aback and saw that it was Ying Changying who made fun of herself again.

Glancing at him resentfully, he quickly hid the paper on the table behind him.

Upon seeing this, Ying Changying couldn't help but tease:

"Haha, are you secretly writing a marriage letter, wanting to marry me impatiently?"

"Marriage letters are written by men, not others."

Yu Ji was stunned for a moment, and sighed faintly, with a sense of loss in her words.

When Ying Changying saw the lost expression on Yu Jiqiao's face, she couldn't help but feel a little distressed in her heart.

After all, it was Ying Changying who boasted about Haikou and wanted to marry Concubine Yu as his wife.

But now that time has passed for so long, the two have become husband and wife, but the marriage has not been settled.

Although Yu Ji was sensible, she didn't mention much,

But after all, Ying Changying did not consider Yu Ji's feelings and did not do things well.

Immediately, Ying Changying felt a trace of guilt in her heart, she gently embraced Ji Yu in her arms, and comforted her softly:

"It's my son's fault. When the army of the Peacock Dynasty returns this time, this son will propose to the father and king."

The empathetic Yu Ji shook her head again and again, with a trace of unease on her pretty face, and quickly discouraged:

"' 〃 I'm fine, I don't want to let your son be in danger."

Seeing Yu Ji's kindness and understanding, Ying Changying felt a little more moved in her heart.

He gently grabbed her tender hand and kissed it, saying:

"Don't worry, I have everything, you can wait for the good news with peace of mind."

"By the way, what were you writing just now?"

Yu Ji stuck out her pink tongue and said a little shyly:

"People are practicing calligraphy, since the son invented pen and paper,

People's handwriting is so ugly, so I practice secretly whenever I have time..."

"You little clever ghost, quickly show this son."

When Ying Changying heard the words, she fondly swiped Yu Ji's tiny nose.

After speaking, without waiting for her attention, he quickly snatched the note from her hand.

Ying Changying glanced at it and found that Yu Ji was indeed practicing calligraphy,

Moreover, the practice is still a short poem in the "Book of Songs" in which a girl tells her feelings.

Seeing this, a playful smile appeared on Ying Changying's mouth again.

No wonder the little girl Yu Ji wanted to hide from him just now.

In fact, Yu Ji's handwriting is fairly square, not as ugly as she said, and much better than the average person's handwriting.

Although the handwriting is fairly square, it lacks the aura that some girls should have.

Seeing Ying Changying taking her own work and appreciating it carefully, Yu Ji thought that Ying Changying must be laughing at herself.

He quickly covered his pretty face with his hands shyly.

Clinker, Ying Changying not only has no jokes,

Instead, he gently grabbed Yu Ji's tender hand holding the brush, and said with a smile:

"It's okay, I'll teach you to write!"

After speaking, Ying Changying spread out a piece of paper again, and directly grabbed Yu Ji's tender hand and splashed ink.

The movements of Ying Changying's hands are extremely skilled, just like a master who has been immersed in the painting and calligraphy world for decades.

Between the beginning and the end, the flow of water is flowing, and the handwriting is even more iron-painted and silver hooks, three points into the wood!

When Yu Ji saw the handwriting written by Ying Changying, she immediately covered her mouth in surprise! .

Chapter [-] There are beautiful women in the south!

Yu Ji did not expect that Ying Changying's words could be written so well.

A few strokes to write the demeanor of the master?

"Swish!"

Yu Ji's beautiful eyes widened, and in her shocked eyes,

I saw that Ying Changying picked up the pen quickly and briskly, without any hesitation,

When writing, the pen is like flying, the dragon is flying and the phoenix is ​​dancing,

Every word is thin and beautiful, like a silver hook painted on iron, so thin that it loses its flesh!