Chapter 105: You guys don't have anything better to do?

  "That's right!"

  Fu Ya smiled and said: "Zi Fu is willing to give gifts to Mr. Yi, it seems that their relationship has become very good."

  Chihiro simply nodded and said, "Thank you, Young Master!"

  Song Ming didn't say much, only saying: "This pen is so fine, the painting is so big, how can you write with it?" He looked at me, as if determined to get along with me: "It's still better to use a brush to write."

  I stood up and paced, thinking for a moment before sincerely saying: "I've read books, but I don't know how to write." I looked at their astonished expressions, just bowing my head and trying to make my tone sound more desolate: "Big brother isn't unaware of the situation at my house, being able to recognize a few characters is already not bad, let alone writing? Where can we afford to buy paper and pens?"

  Princess Fu Ya was after all raised in the palace with a golden spoon, and upon hearing this, she couldn't help but sympathize: "Then you can read it, let Mr. Yi write!"

  Chihiro also looked at me with sympathy and said softly: "Go on!"

  I gazed at the princess in the painting, lost in thought for a moment, and couldn't help but say: "In the south there is a beautiful woman, matchless and without peer, one smile can topple a city, another smile can topple a kingdom." I originally wanted to continue reading "A kingdom fallen, a city fallen, such a beauty is hard to come by again." But thinking about it, I felt it wasn't quite right, so I stopped myself.

  "In the south, there is a beauty, matchless and without peer. One smile can overthrow a city, two smiles can overthrow a kingdom?" Chihiro murmured to herself, repeating it once more, and couldn't help but praise: "What a great poem! The young lady indeed has great talent!"

  No? I didn't say it was mine, what era is this? You haven't even heard of this poem?

  Yi Qianxun finished speaking and started writing. Suddenly, Song Ming flashed to my side, he leaned into my ear and gritted his teeth in a barely audible voice: "Who are you?" I was startled, and slightly turned my head to look at him.

  "He continued: 'Su Su absolutely doesn't have such ability, you've finally shown your true colors!' His eyes were filled with coldness and vigilance: 'Tell me, who are you?!'"

  I was just about to make an excuse, and Yichien had just finished writing. The Princess Fuya who was crouching there looking at me also raised her head, she looked at my pale face with suspicion and asked: "What's wrong? Are you uncomfortable?"