C50

This morning, after Shang Yiqing got up, he felt a little hot and stuffy. She lifted her head and glanced at Fang Zinan. Ever since the last incident, she and Fang Zinan had slept on separate beds. The prescription was on the bed in the bedroom, and she had a big bed to herself. Actually, with her personality, she would never be willing to share a room with Fang Zinan. However, taking into consideration Fang Zinan's situation, she was worried that no one would take care of him when he was poisoned, so she reluctantly accepted that Fang Zinan should sleep here.

Fang Zinan was still in deep sleep, and the rest of his body seemed to be filled with tranquility. On his well-defined face, his long eyelashes cast a faint shadow, and between his brows, there was still a trace of sadness. He had even fallen asleep, and was slightly worried. Shang Yiqing thought for a bit and suddenly wanted to take revenge on him. Because she hadn't settled the matter of him secretly kissing her with him last time!

Thinking about it, Shang Yiqing crept over to Fang Zinan's side, and stared at his handsome face. She still had not decided how to deal with him, so how could she give him a kick when 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?

Right at this moment, Fang Zinan suddenly asked, "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 in shock, sure enough, it was Fang Zinan who made the noise. He was clearly sleeping soundly, how could he possibly speak? No, not playing tricks on him seemed too much for him. Shang Yiqing held her breath, extended out her left hand, and shook it in front of him, but there was no reaction. Luckily, this guy did not seem to have any intention of waking up, so she quickly took out a brush from the rack of brushes, wanting to use it to sweep his nose, making him unable to sleep peacefully. Just as he moved closer to Fang Zinan, before he even touched's nose, he saw him suddenly open his eyes as 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 him, her eyes bright like the stars.

"So you were awake just now?" "If I knew it would turn out like this, I would have ?" As Shang Yiqing said this, he subconsciously retracted the brush in his hand.

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

"I ?" Shang Yiqing had an idea, "If I want to write, can't I do it too?"

"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 want to write some poems, so naturally, I am a young man in literature."

"What?" Another thing that no one could understand, but Fang Zinan had heard too much, and didn't plan to delve too deeply into it. He wanted to see what kind of poem Shang Yiqing would write, so he said: "Since you say it like that, then let me see you write a poem, I really don't know if Royal Concubine knows how to write a poem other than medicine?"

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

Fang Zinan stood up from the couch, walked to the front of the table and personally spread out the paper.

"Stop looking down on me!" Shang Yiqing pointed to his lips, and slapped the brush in his hand time and time again into his other hand: "Help me grind the ink."

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

Shang Yiqing stood in front of him with his hands on his hips, and said without any trace of fear: "I am currently in Prince Rong's Wife, you helping me grind ink is very normal, if you don't want me to write, then I won't, 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 already seen through her intentions. He actually extended his hand and actually began to study it. This King wants to see what the wangfei can write! "

Shang Yiqing made up his mind and picked up his brush: "Fine, fine, fine, why should I be afraid of you!" As he spoke, he began to write in ink. What should he write? She paused for a moment. Forget about it, why not write a poem first, she had learnt it before when she was still studying, so she really wrote a few lines of words on the paper. After writing it, she put the brush down and said to Fang Zinan: "If you want to read it, then read it."

Fang Zinan had yet to see the contents clearly, and only saw a few words, yet he could not help but burst into laughter. He really did not expect that Shang Yiqing's writing skills were so terrible, a five year old child could only write these kinds of words, like a bunch of little bugs crawling around. He could not help but laugh, "Princess, why do your writing seem 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 said confidently, she wanted to use Li Bai Shi to make a mess, but was afraid of scaring Fang Zinan, so she chose a poem that was not very famous.

Fang Zinan no longer bothered with her words. Instead, he seriously started to read the poem she wrote, and only saw a line of text on top: "People say that the setting sun is the ends of the world, the ends of the world are far away from home. 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 stood there in a daze. He never thought that Shang Yiqing would actually write such a poem.

"How is it? My writing is not bad, right? " Shang Yiqing was secretly pleased with herself. When she was writing just now, she thought that she had traveled to this place and could never go back. Looking at Fang Zi's expression, it was obvious that he was completely shocked by his own superb skills. Seeing his shocked expression, Shang Yiqing was simply so happy that he wanted to shout out.

Fang Zinan's face finally revealed an expression of approval, and nodded repeatedly: "I really didn't think that you would actually 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 extremely pleased with himself, unable to stop a smile from appearing on his face.

"Did you really write this yourself?" Fang Zinan shot her a glance, he really couldn't believe it.

"Hey!" "What do you mean?" Shang Yiqing stared at him unhappily: "When I was writing, you saw it clearly. Now you're asking me this, what do you mean? 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 strange that you would write such a thing."