C50

After the Dragon Boat Festival, the weather was getting hotter. This morning, when Shang Yiqing got up, she felt a little hot and stuffy. She raised her head and glanced at Fang Zinan. Ever since the last time, she and Fang Zinan had slept separately. The prescription was on the bed in the bedroom, and she had a big bed to herself. Actually, with her personality, she wouldn't want to stay in the same room as Fang Zinan. But considering Fang Zinan's situation, she was worried that he wouldn't be taken care of when the poison broke out, so she reluctantly accepted him sleeping here.

Fang Zinan was still sleeping. He looked very tranquil, with a clear outline on his face. His long eyelashes cast a shadow over his long face. His eyebrows were still creased, and he was slightly worried. What a strange guy! Shang Yiqing thought for a while and suddenly wanted to take revenge on him. He had yet to settle the score with him about the last time he stole her kiss!

Thinking about this, Shang Yiqing quietly walked in front of Fang Zinan and stared at his handsome face. She still hadn't thought of how to deal with him. Did she kick him while he was asleep? Or a few strokes on his face? Or was it taking out the gong to strike the mountain and shake the tiger?

At this time, Fang Zinan suddenly said: "What are you trying to do?" He didn't even move his eyelids. He looked like he was talking in his sleep.

Shang Yiqing looked around and was sure that it was Fang Zinan. He was clearly in a deep sleep, how could she speak? No, not playing tricks on him seemed too much for him. Shang Yiqing held her breath, reached out her left hand and waved it in front of him without any reaction. Fortunately, this guy didn't seem like she wanted to wake up, so she quickly took out a brush from the rack beside them. She wanted to use the brush to brush his nose, so that he wouldn't be able to sleep soundly. As soon as she got close to Fang Zinan, before he could even touch his nose, he saw that he had opened her eyes all of a sudden. He indifferently asked: "What are you doing?"

Shang Yiqing took a step back and looked at him in shock. "Didn't you fall asleep?"

"Won't he wake up if he falls asleep?" Fang Zinan asked, his eyes bright like the stars.

"So you were awake just now?" "If I knew it would turn out like this, I would have …" Shang Yiqing subconsciously withdrew the brush in her hand.

Fang Zinan suddenly sat up and asked: "What are you going to do with the brush?"

"I …" Shang Yiqing was enlightened. "I want to write, is that not okay?"

"Writing? What did he write? I think you have some ulterior motive? " Fang Zinan asked calmly, a mischievous smile flashing across his black eyes.

Shang Yiqing thought for a moment, "No, to be exact, I wanted to write some poems. I am a literary young man after all."

"What?" He wanted to see what kind of poem Shang Yiqing could write, so he said: "Since you said so, then let me see you write a poem. I really don't know if Princess Hua-Yang knows how to write a poem other than medical skills."

Shang Yiqing waved his fist, "Stop looking down on me, I'll write it for you right now."

Fang Zinan stood up from the couch, walked to the table, and spread out the paper. Then, he made a gesture with his hands, "Come, let's write."

"Stop looking down on me!" Shang Yiqing pursed her lips and slapped the brush in her other hand, "Grind the ink for me."

"You want This King to grind ink for you? Aren't you being a little too daring! " Fang Zinan smiled mockingly, his eyes full of disdain.

Shang Yiqing stood in front of him with her hands on her hips, saying without any trace of fear, "I'm Princess Rong now. It's very normal for you to help me grind ink. If you don't want to see me write, then don't grind. At worst, I won't write anymore!" She had no intention of actually writing. It was already difficult for someone who came here with a pen to write with. Even though she could barely write, she couldn't really write with that brush.

Fang Zinan's eyes flashed, as if he had seen through her intentions. He actually extended his hand and actually started to study the grindstone: "Alright, then I will personally grind it for Princess Hua-Yang." This King wants to see what the wangfei can write! "

Shang Yiqing picked up his brush, steeled her heart and said, "If you want to write, write it, so be it. What's there to be afraid of?" As she spoke, she began to write in ink. What should she write? She paused for a moment. 'Forget it, why not just write a poem first? I learned it when I was still in school, so she wrote a few lines of words on the paper. Then, she put the pen down and said to Fang Zinan: "If you want to read it, then read it."

He had only seen a few words, and he couldn't help but laugh. He really didn't expect that Shang Yiqing's writing would be so terrible, even a five year old child could only write these words, like a bug crawling. He couldn't help but laugh, "Princess, why do your writing look like I'm reading the Heavenly Book!"

"I can't write with a brush, so what? The important thing is what I wrote. Do you understand? " Shang Yiqing righteously said. She originally wanted to use Li Baishi as an excuse, but was afraid of startling Fang Zinan, so she chose a poem that was not very famous.

Fang Zinan stopped caring about her words and started to seriously read the poem he wrote. It said: "People say that the setting sun is the end of the world, and the end of the world is the end of the world." I already hate that the mountains are blocked by the green clouds, but the green mountains are still covered by the twilight clouds. " Fang Zinan was stunned. He didn't think that Shang Yiqing could write such a poem. She felt homesick for his, this didn't seem to fit her mood at all.

"How is it? My writing is not bad, right? " Shang Yiqing was secretly pleased with herself. When she wrote the poem earlier, she remembered that she had been transported to a place where she could never go back. From Fang Zi's expression, it was obvious that he was shocked by Ye Zichen's superb skills. Seeing his shocked expression, Shang Yiqing was so happy that she wanted to shout out.

Fang Zinan's face finally revealed a praising expression as he nodded, "I didn't expect you to be able to write such a poem. What a wonderful saying."

"Thank you for your praise. I still have even better works that I haven't brought out yet!" Shang Yiqing was very pleased with herself, smiling uncontrollably.

"Did you really write this yourself?" Fang Zinan glanced at her and couldn't believe it.

"Hey!" "What do you mean?" Shang Yiqing glared at him unhappily, "You saw it clearly when I was writing. What do you mean by asking me this now? You look down on me? "

Fang Zinan shook his head, "Of course I don't mean that, but you don't look like someone with ink in your stomach. I feel that it's weird to write something like that!"