As She Wished

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Gu Celadon used to hunt for her a knife, but now she is promoted to the post of the empress dowager, and she also serves as the accompaniment of the princess.

She began to supervise her studies.

Fu Jing reluctantly returned to the study. Gu Celadon helped her grind, looked at her, scratching his head and thinking about the article. Wrote it slowly, and it took a long time to write the beginning.

Gu Qingci could not help but sigh softly as she looked at the dog crawling characters she hadn't worked on for many years.

Fu Jing raised his eyes and met her frowning appearance, and couldn't help but be a little annoyed: "What is my sister staring at me? The god who divides me."

Gu Celadon smiled badly when he heard the words, and quietly walked to the next table to make tea. Soon, the fragrance of tea overflowed in the study, the sunlight outside the window gradually slanted, the color became thicker, and the clouds were bordered by bright orange.

Immerse yourself all around.

Gu Celadon's gaze stayed in the scenery outside.

He soon fell back to Fu Jing.

Gu Celadon thought it was amazing, but in a short moment, he didn't pay attention, and the little princess actually got ink on his clothes again.

Her long hair flickered seriously, the tassels on the pink hairpin swayed slightly, and when she was sitting with her breasts tightly closed, she finally looked like a little girl.

But with a pout, the illusion of calm disappeared quickly.

"What kind of copybook or article? I didn't make me fucking half-distracted before. After I was promoted, I would just use the gentleman's words to prevaricate me. Gu is such a powerful official..."

Gu Celadon drank a sip of tea: "The thought of the article can be understood without simple recitation. The essence of calligraphy and copying in large quantities will not make progress. The former princess was still young, and the ministers were more indulgent. Now look at the princess. The minister felt deeply about his studies-heartbroken."

She said the last four words with a painful expression on her face.

He held the tea in his hand, his posture was too leisurely.

Fu Jing stared at her, carefully savoring the ridicule in her gentle tone, and almost snapped the pen in his hand with anger. Speechless, I really didn't think of a rebuttal.

In the end, she could only say: "This princess doesn't care about you!"

Gu Celadon paused while drinking tea, looked at her, his eyes flowed with a smile, and his mouth softly accused him: "The minister is disrespectful, the county lord is generous."

The magnanimous princess no longer ignored her.

I changed my pen and continued to meditate while holding the tip of the pen.

Fu Jing really didn't have the talent for writing articles. Holding a brush, she stared at the mostly clean rice paper in a daze. The other hand kept pulling the tip of the pen.

In a short period of time, this pure purple pen, which had chosen one of the ten thousand cents, directly sculpted her into a half-bald state.

Gu Celadon walked over, wanting to see her progress, but only saw the magnificent hair full of papers.

"Good pen, it's a pity."

Fu Jing casually threw the pen on the table and raised her face. She said in a puzzled tone: "It's just a pen, what a pity."