Fast Time Travel: My Host Show

Chapter 30 Hello, His Royal Highness (30)

"You want to copy this book?" As he spoke, the book was handed to Qi Ling, and the dense words made Qi Ling dizzy.

Sorry, I have trypophobia.

Without waiting for Qi Ling to answer, Murong Song said again: "Don't think too much, just write your name first."

A reluctance appeared on Qi Ling's face.

"Then write my name."

"you teach me."

No matter what I want to write now, I just want you to teach me to write.

Qi Ling handed over the pen, stared at Murong Song with big watery eyes, Murong Song remained unmoved, still looking at the book in his hand.

But... the book is backwards.

Qi Ling picked up the pen and began to scribble on the paper with the goal of seeking attention.

"My hands are not suitable for writing, you teach me!" After a long time, Murong Song stood up behind Qi Ling and taught her like yesterday.

"Ling'er's hands don't seem to be suitable for writing?"

"Little pine nut, why is it not suitable? You have to be patient to teach good students."

"I think so too, you have to be patient and learn."

"Yeah." Qi Ling nodded, it feels so good to be taught to write while holding hands.

"You have to believe that "sincerity leads to gold and stone", and Ling'er can follow my words."

"The sage said: You can't carve rotten wood, and you can't smash a wall of dung!"

"Ling'er is so smart and hardworking, how can she be a rotten tree?"

Alas, thanks for the compliment!

So, Qi Ling practiced calligraphy all morning in Murong Song's study.

She quietly watched the tree shadow outside the window change from slanted to a small piece, and finally breathed a sigh of relief in her heart. She felt that if she continued to practice like this, she would almost not know the three words "Murong Song".

At that time, why did she practice the three characters "Murongsong", she should have written her own name, and in the future, she would sign for others, how handsome, and still use a brush.

Too bad, too bad.

Thinking of this, Qi Ling couldn't help moving his head from side to side.

"Why does Ling'er shake her head?"

Hearing Murong Song's question, Qi Ling froze all over, and poked down forcefully with the pistol in her hand. When she came to her senses, she looked at the last stroke of "Song" and wanted to cry without tears. All the decent words were ruined by this stamp.

"Xiao Songzi, should you compensate me for a picture?"

Qi Ling put down his pen and picked up the ruined picture.

"I will compensate you for myself, do you want it?"

Murong Song walked behind Qi Ling, held her hand, and with the movement of the pen, starting from the wrong stroke, he wrote the four characters "Nangong Ling'er", and the whole set of characters looked flawless.

"Do you want it? Hmm~"

The ending sound is picked up, a bit flirtatious.

Xiao Songzi teased her so much, what should I do?
Do you want to push back?
However, what if I was capsized and swollen in the gutter on his territory?so tangled.

"I want, will you go back home with me?"

"This is your home, where do you want to go?"

Uh... Sure enough, other people's territory is not easy to flirt with.

"Hey, let's practice calligraphy."

"it is good."

It feels like the little deer in her heart is jumping around when Xiao Songzi hugs her, what should I do?Almost jumped out.

The scene was so quiet that she could hear the beating sound.

No, I have to find something to talk about.

"I used to hear people say that "writing is like a person", but I didn't believe it before, but now I believe it."

"you sure?"

Qi Ling nodded naturally, she was praising him!Must nod without hesitation.

"I think Linger's appearance is acceptable. Is there something wrong with my eyes?"

After hearing this, Qi Ling was very angry!
Is she stupid?

Seeing Qi Ling's angry appearance, Murong Song felt that he should give her a step down, because he is a fool after all.

"However, Ling'er's handwriting is still eye-catching. With a little practice, she will definitely be able to catch up with Bengong."

Poor soul: My goal is to surpass you, you know?

"Murong Song, I don't think I know these three words anymore." Unable to refute her little pine nut, Qi Ling decided to change the subject.

Murong Song was taken aback when he heard this sentence, but he didn't realize why he changed from "writing like a person" to not knowing his own name.

Women's thinking really cannot be speculated by common sense.

"Oh! Ling'er, tell me why?"

"Look, I've practiced these three characters for so long, and now I'm a little dazzled. Besides, haven't you heard that the more familiar you are, the less familiar you are?"

"The more familiar the stranger?"

Murong Song expressed his doubts.

"It's like the game I played with my brother when I was young. Why? Because we already know his tricks. Also, I thought this person was handsome yesterday, maybe I think that person today Ugly, and stepped on him back, although immoral, but very realistic, okay! Back then..."

When Qi Ling delivered her tirade, Murong Song's face slowly darkened, but Qi Ling was still talking, she suddenly turned her head and stopped speaking.

The moment Qi Ling turned her head, Murong Song leaned down and met her eyes.

"I don't know who Ling'er thought was handsome yesterday? Who do you think is ugly today? Why don't you share it with Ben Gong."

Ouch!Play off.

　Huh~ I’ve seen all of this, do you want to consider giving a five-star praise~
　　
　
(End of this chapter)