Chapter 281

Bai sang thought he wrote very well, "why not write? Isn't it nice? "

She asked a little uncomfortable.

I thought I wrote very well.

Shu Zhengqing was embarrassed to hit her and whispered, "it's not ugly, just..."

I'm sorry to say the back.

Bai sang looked at him, and the whole man came together, "just what? You said, "I'll change."

She also wrote it with modern people's thoughts. I don't know what taboos there were in ancient times.

Shu Zhengqing coughed softly, "the sense of substitution is too strong. It's not good for people."

"Ah?" Bai sang listened a little confused, "Xianggong, you say it straight."

"The sense of substitution is too strong, which makes people feel a little uncomfortable."

"Sense of substitution?" Bai sang looked at his manuscript and suddenly smiled: "it's better to have a strong sense of substitution, so it's good-looking."

Now she was relieved.

Shu Zhengqing sighed when she said so.

"Madam, I won't let you see. You started writing yourself."

Holding his forehead, he said with a headache.

Bai sang snorted, "I can't read it. I can only write it myself. I'm going to sell it for money."

Thinking that he has never subsidized his family, my husband is still studying.

My parents are also short of money in looking for shops recently.

"Selling money? You can't sell it. " Shu Zhengqing didn't want to shake his head when he heard it.

Bai sang smiled: "of course, I'll let you sell it."

Shu Zhengqing looked at her and found that she was serious.

This

"Madam, I'll try soon. Don't worry about the money at home." Shu Zhengqing still doesn't want her to write this.

"Do you have silver if you can try? I won't allow you to be a corrupt official! " Bai Sang's face was slightly positive and said it very seriously.

Shu Zhengqing nodded again and again, "I know."

Of course it is.

Bai Sang was satisfied and continued to write.

Shu Zhengqing stared at her seriously and thought of a sentence written by her mother, "mother..."

"Huh?" Bai sang didn't lift his head.

"Lady... The one you wrote... Don't you want to give yourself to me? Is that what you think?" Shu Zhengqing blushed.

Bai sang raised his head, smiled and nodded: "yes, it's also the inspiration given to me by the prime minister."

"I gave it?" Shuzhengqing's voice trembled a little.

"Yes, I asked the prime minister and hairpin what they gave me. The prime minister said again. That's the inspiration for me."

There is something wrong with Zhengqing.

Bai sang didn't find him unnatural. She wrote this story book very smoothly.

The two protagonists were found from her and her husband. Some of the sweet stories were fantasized by her in the bottom of her heart.

Now write it out, and I have no regrets.

Originally, in the past, Shu Zhengqing was very serious about reading, and Bai sang would also find something to do.

After reading these manuscripts today, Shu Zhengqing began to be distracted.

Go to the teacher and ask questions. They are absent-minded.

Adult Zhang is a little confused about what can distract him, a student who usually only knows to read.

He hit him on the palm with a ruler and asked directly.

Of course, Shu Zhengqing was embarrassed to say that she was distracted. She just took the reason that she didn't sleep well last night as her reason.

Bai sang, who had just finished writing tens of thousands of words over there, thought that when her husband came back, she would let the boy next to him send him to the bookstore.

Wait, wait.

Bai sang not only waited for his husband, but also waited for Lord Zhang.

Adult Zhang chatted with his book father. Bai sang looked at the teacher looking for his parents.

I was a little confused