Look at the drunken words, soft with bones, square and clear.

Although it is written far away, it must be punished, and it does not show the courage to shock people.

The effect pursued by Zhao Chengcheng should be a tactical deterrence that suddenly comes like an overnight east wind.

"I think it's better to find a strong font to write." After Zhao Chengcheng finished speaking, he ran to find Wanli.

Hearing her footsteps, the man immediately stopped talking, and at the same time signaled the queen not to make a sound, and the woman who rushed in didn't care about what was being talked about in the house, she wrote a war book for the first time, and there was a bit of a schoolboy on the top of the fight.

Wan Li looked at her with a look of gearing up: "What's wrong?" ”

"Wan Li, come on, come on, how far is the four rivers from the ghost king's lair, with your ability to soar through the clouds and fog, how long will it take." Zhao Chengcheng asked.

"Half a day." She replied.

"That's really a bit far, come on, come on, you write me four words first, and then you and the queen of the heavenly realm will be the military affairs of the heavenly realm after you finish writing." Zhao Chengcheng turned around and went back to the house, she also had pen, ink, paper and inkstone in her bedroom, put together the things, and directly put them out for Wanli to grind the ink and write: "Hurry up, I'll compare and contrast after writing." ”

"What is it for?" Wan Li evened out a little tea and polished the ink, moistening the pen, Zhao Chengcheng rarely stood beside him, she is sometimes very lazy, and she especially likes to press the weight of half of her body when she is next to you.

He moved his arm, and so did her body, which was attached to it.

Dangling like a tumbler.

The man pinched the brush and asked with a smile, "What do you want to write?" ”

Zhao Chengcheng stretched out four fingers: "I only write four words." ”

"Say."

"Even if you are far away, you will be punished." After speaking, she also opened her eyes and carefully looked at the faces of Wan Li and Empress Jun, and seeing that they did not say anything, she touched her chin and asked contemplatively: "Is it too middle two?" ”

"That's all you need to write." The queen was also amused by Zhao Chengcheng's overly simple battle book, and couldn't help but sneer twice before saying, "Why don't you repeat some of the ghost king's crimes." ”

Zhao Chengcheng shook his head, saying that he was not writing a pleading, no crime, any messy flowery rhetoric, no need, as long as one thing, it was to explain what she wanted to do: "I think it's good to be punished even if it's far away, I'm afraid that the other party won't understand it if I write too much, four words are enough, and I won't waste ink." ”

Be thrifty and thrifty.

Keep it up.

Wan Li waved and wrote four words, Zhao Chengcheng leaned over to look, he moved the pen like a sword, and the words he wrote were honest, Zhao Chengcheng couldn't appreciate it, she liked the neat and tidy, dog man with a grass-shaped writing, in line with his immortal spirit, but not grounded.

In the end, it was a mistake.

The person who said two or three times to represent the attitude immediately said goodbye to Wanli, turned around and went to the side courtyard and the school to find someone to write for him, that is, to write the four words that satisfy him, although he is far away.

Neat and domineering side leakage.

It also makes people know at a glance that the other party is not easy to mess with.

Party A's requirements have always been metaphysical.

Fortunately, the town is Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon.

Mr. Fang's words really made Zhao Chengcheng's eyes light up: "Very good, very good, you add some soul of middle two to go in, drink some wine or something, free and easy, free and easy." She casually copied a bottle of rice wine for cooking vegetables and gave it to Mr. Fang.

The man who stared at the rice wine was not easy to drink, indicating that he could adjust the plan again.

Party A said that she wanted to urge the order and published it very quickly.

It's the same for everyone they are.

When Zhao Chengcheng got the satisfactory battle letter, Mr. Fang estimated that he didn't want to write for a while.

She turned her head and was about to invite Mr. Fang's family to dinner, but Mr. and Mrs. Fang politely declined, they still had something to do at night, just a word, and it was not a famous work.

Zhao Chengcheng, who went home with the words, walked straight into the study, and when she went out to wander by herself, she was helping to settle the accounts, and she was familiar with the road, so she went up and knocked on the table with her fingers and smiled: "Okay, you can help me send the war book." After speaking, he opened the South Street Paper in his hand and showed the words to Zuiyou.

Drunken You, who raised his head from the ledger, wanted to tease her at first, who knows what kind of taste it is when he sees the words written by Mr. Fang.

What taste.

To put it simply, it is Form 2.

It's really well written, he gave a thumbs up: "I'll send it to you, I'm already looking forward to what the expression on the ghost king's face is." Drunken You took the war book, ghostwrote her name and signed it, and poked it with a seal.

It's quite like this, just about to discuss, whether to frame it and send it over, but Zhao Chengcheng disliked the word too personal style and walked in with a tiger face.

He glanced at the words in Zuiyou's hand, and his expression seemed to be really good, but I just wanted to say the opposite: "The writing is not very good, it is not as good as mine." ”

"The words of the gods must be good, but the ghost king is not a cultivated person, this character is enough to send over, and it is too good to pick up cheap for others." Drunk and a tube on the horse's whiskers, the peak is amazing.

Zhao Chengcheng had to admire the ability of the two of them to smooth their hair, which could be rated, but she also wanted to appease the dog man: "Yes, maybe, what are you going to do with your words, how good it is when you think about it, you say yes, Wan Li." ”

The man who can hang the oil bottle with his mouth put away his expression slightly, or do you have to continue to coax, coax me until I am happy, Zhao Chengcheng silently glanced at each other, they all knew in their hearts, they still had to coax.

Maybe tomorrow the ghost king will come to the door and smash the pot and smash the bowl, isn't it still this man who will go up to the top.

Zhao Chengcheng was very familiar with current affairs, and after quietly sending away the drunken tour to deliver the war letter, he hugged Wan Li's arm, looked up at the person, and muttered: "Wan Li, I'm really angry, if you're really angry, I'll let you kiss it." ”

"I'm not mad at what you want me to do." Wan Li felt that Zhao Chengcheng's words were all traps, he could learn to be obedient, and he couldn't easily let go of the fat in his mouth.

A boiled duck can still fly, and it will make people laugh at it for a lifetime.

The woman holding her arm lowered her eyes and thought about it, she was not serious at all, she raised her eyes, the thief grinned, and hooked her fingers at him, the man's thin lips were pursed into a line, and he stretched his face unhappily and said: "You look like this, you are planning to fool me." ”

"Ha, I originally wanted to say, let's go back to the room to communicate, since you think it's a fool, then don't use it." Zhao Chengcheng fooled him, he was his own man, and he didn't flirt with him.

"You fooled me." The man understood.

Zhao Chengcheng laughed, leaned forward and fell into his arms: "Oh, it's fun, you don't have to be angry, you have to stretch your face." She touched her chin with her hand, and made a ramen gesture down, and she hugged the person with a full embrace, and since she had said it, she didn't pretend to be it.

He stopped the person by the waist and hugged him: "I know you fooled me, but I took it seriously." ”