The fast-traveling male god always wants to poison me to death

Chapter 7 Prince, do you want to develop? (Four)
After grooming, Wen Yu asked someone to bring a set of clean clothes to Xiansi. Although she was a servant in name, she could wear them, but Wen Yu treated her very well. Unlike servants, the materials and styles of the clothes were different Very good, in this body's vague memory, it seems that he also wore such a good material when he was a child, but too many years have passed and he can't remember clearly.

It's just that the owner of this body has been abducted and trafficked for several years, and has not been able to eat or sleep well, so that the clothes are a bit baggy.After putting on her clothes, Xiao Jiu led Xian Si to Wen Yu's study.

When Xian Si carefully pushed open the door of the study, Wen Yu was practicing calligraphy. When he heard the sound, he stopped the pen in his hand and raised his head to look at Xian Si.

"I've seen the prince." Xian Si suddenly remembered that he was the prince, so he couldn't call him fairy brother like before, and now he was wearing the clothes of a maid, according to ancient times, respect and etiquette were still required.

Prince?Wen Yu raised his eyebrows and said with a smile, "Why are you so out of touch, don't you call me Brother Immortal?"

Xian Si lowered her head in embarrassment, "Servant... slave..."

As a result, no slaves came out for a long time, Xian Si was a little distressed, after all, she still couldn't adapt to this ancient etiquette of respect and inferiority.

"You don't have to call yourself a slave, I never thought of treating you as a servant. You can still call me Brother Shenxian, or Brother Wenyu. I am seven years older than you, and I see you as if Like a younger sister, she is very kind. Lai Xiansi, come and grind ink for me."

"Yes." Xiansi got the order, and walked to Wen Yu's side cautiously, this kind of ink grinding has never been tried before.But it seems that it is not meaningful enough to directly say no.He could only bite the bullet and learn to grind ink stiffly, but it turned out that he was probably a She-Hulk with such great strength that he ground the ink in the inkstone until some of it splashed on his copybook.

At this time, three words appeared in Xian Si's mind, death, set, and!That handwriting is so good, and he likes calligraphy so much, he won't strangle himself to death.I just hugged this thigh, is it possible that I will lose it this time?
Thinking of this, Xian Si hurriedly wanted to kneel down, but was supported by Wen Yu.

"I never blamed you, why did you kneel down to me? I was negligent, come on, I'll teach you how to grind ink." Wen Yu smiled and stretched out her hand to Xian Si, Xian Si was a little dazed, and held out her hand timidly. placed in his hand.

His hand was very warm, like the warm sun in winter, spreading into her heart from the palm of his hand, Xian Si suddenly felt that she had traveled all this way to this dream, probably just to see him.

The surroundings are very quiet, and you can almost hear your own heartbeat, which makes Xian Si feel a little uncomfortable, and makes her sweat all over.

After a long time, Wen Yu let go of her hand, walked around from behind her to her side, and changed a piece of paper.Lay out the new paper and press it down, pick up the brush on the brush holder, dip it in ink, and write a poem on the pen.

Although Xian Si doesn't know too many traditional Chinese characters, he can probably recognize what kind of poem is written on it.

"Fifty chords for no reason, one chord and one chord reminisce about the new year. Zhuang Shengxiao dreamed of butterflies, Wang Dichun entrusted cuckoos with his heart. There are tears in the moon and pearls in the sea, and smoke in the warm jade in Lantian. Can this feeling be remembered? But at that time, I was at a loss. .” Wen Yu put down the pen in his hand, and read out the poem on the paper word by word.

"Why did brother Wen Yu write down this poem?" Xian Si understands that although this is an empty space, the culture may not be different from the ancient times in the world he lives in.So it is not surprising that he will write this poem.

(End of this chapter)