White Moonlight Escape Chronicle 白月光逃生纪事

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Chapter 6 Are you moved?

(PS; Fu Yu, Fu Yi, FuLuan, Fu We, Fu Qi is the name of the protagonist )

Fuluan was silent and slowly raised her face. She seemed to know that she had done something wrong, and her eyelashes trembled. She glanced at him quickly and quickly lowered her eyes again, with a guilty conscience.

Seeing what she is like this, Henghua's real person's anger somehow dissipated, and some helplessness and some funny: "Now I know I'm afraid, what did I have done before?"

His voice is light, but Fu Xuezhou, who is familiar with him, knows that this stubble is over, and it is likely to be as light as before.

Jiang Yao, who knelt on the other side, clenched her hand on her knees and then let go again. 

She laughed at herself indifferently in her heart. What can she expect? Are you still expecting Henghua Zhenren to have a bowl of water?

How can that be? When did he really punish Fuluan? When did she cause a big disaster? Didn't he deal with it?

Seeing her relieved look, Henghua Zhenren said lightly, "Although you don't care about entering the back mountain privately, you really broke the teacher's order and punished you to copy Qingxin jade slips 300 times, do you have any objection?"

Fuluan nodded obediently.

Henghua real person moved his eyes and said, "As for you, although you have no order to enter the back mountain, you are in a hurry and save your fellow family. Merit and demerits are offset. Go back and have a rest."

Fuluan picked up Yujian and was about to leave with his eldest brother and others, but unexpectedly, Henghua's real person said, "Just copy here, and then go back after copying."

Fu Yi was uncontrollably slightly stiff, but when she turned around, her face was wronged. Fu Xuezhou nodded helplessly to her and could only leave with Jiang Yao.

She reluctantly walked to Henghua Zhenren, where there was a slip of plan. She took a few more steps and took out the pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the cabinet on one side.

Henghua Zhenren seemed to ignore her. He focused on the chessboard and dropped it from time to time. Fuqi did not bother him. She took something back to the case, took out Yu Jian, looked at it, and began to copy.

In fact, she is already very familiar with Qingxin Yujian. Only when she is not sure about a few words can she need to have a look. She restrained her mind and wrote down in one breath.

The sky outside gradually darkened, and the serpentine tears in the hall automatically burned. The hall was bright and not inferior to the daylight at all.

Fu Yi didn't care about these. She didn't write quickly. When she noticed that the sound of the fall disappeared somehow, her wrist shook, the brush lost its strength, and dragged out long marks on the paper.

"You didn't write it well." Henghua's voice came from her side. He leaned down, crossed her shoulder, and pulled out the unwritten paper, "This one is rewritten."

His fingers are clear, white and slender, but he does not look pale, but because he holds the sword all year round, he looks vigorous and powerful.

Fu luan, subconsciously looked in the direction of his hand.

The girl, who could almost be called the stunning color on earth, looked up a little blankly. The dim yellow candlelight dyed her cheeks warmly, and her eyes were raised to reflect the lights in the hall.