Evil Concubine from Heaven: The Amazing Seventh Miss

In the twinkling of an eye, three days have passed... The ancient bell rang again, and everyone put down their books as if they had collapsed on the table“ I felt dead once. I didn't expect endorsement to be so terrible. " Situ Qingyin lay on the table and murmured. He looked at Su Changle and straightened up again. You were very, "Chang Le, aren't you tired?"“ Tired, OK? I feel empty after reading it. " Su Changle shrugged and smiled“ Hum, arrogance, it seems that you haven't memorized it. Just wait for it to be eliminated if you can't write it by dictation! " Behind him, a fat woman muttered. Many people gloated and looked at it. Everyone was tired. She was still sitting steadily alone. It was obvious that she didn't carry it in. Hum, she deserved it. Suddenly, situ Qingyin pointed to the front, "look at the palace. It's OK." They all remembered that there was such a person. They looked at the past together and saw that Gong Wujue was like Su Changle. He sat in his position, imposing and full of cold. He didn't collapse because of his high concentration in the past three days. Su Changle hooked up the corner of his mouth, and the palace was not unique. As expected, it didn't disappoint me. Less than half a cup of tea, someone came to collect all the books on the table. Only a familiar bell sounded. The old man had a loud voice: "well, start writing!"“ So fast, why don't you let people rest. " Situ moaned and wailed. His face was full of pain. He picked up paper and pen, scratched his ears and cheeks and began to write by dictation. Su Changle calmly drank water, rubbed his jaw and narrowed his eyes for a while, then calmly picked up his pen. The old man looked at her and was surprised to see that she was so calm. He Gong Wujue really had the shadow of that person. He was so calm no matter what he did. Good, good! Stroked his beard and nodded with satisfaction. As soon as Su Changle entered the state, she couldn't stop writing. She could feel as if she had a motor installed on her body. The content of the book passed through her mind a little, and then she wrote it out. In a moment, she had written more than ten pieces of paper. Situ Qingyin had a headache. He stopped to have a rest. When he heard the voice of pen and ink coming from his side, he turned his head slightly and stared wide. The girl was just drawing. She never blinked. If she hadn't been close enough to see the words clearly, she would have thought she was really painting. Feeling in my heart, it is worthy of Su Changle. It's too rebellious and arrogant! In the twinkling of an eye, it was another day. Many of them wrote that they suddenly vomited. Some chose to give up, and some dealt with it a little and continued to write hard. Su Changle finally felt a little sour. She stopped and twisted her neck. She looked at the thick stack of rice paper in the corner of the table. She was almost finished writing 100 chapters, but she always had a beginning and an end. If she had enough time, she didn't mind finishing all of them. Born lazy, looked at the palace Wujue who was still buried in writing in front of her eyes, smiled and picked up the pen again. This brush is not as smooth as the pen. Otherwise, she estimates that she can write faster. It seems that she can find a chance to invent some duck brushes and so on. She may make a lot of money“ Sister Chang Le, what are you doing? Let us play! " In the bracelet space, the sound of the moon sounded faintly. Su Changle raised her eyebrows. "I'm busy and play."