"Madam, do you really want to take Zhuang Xiaolian back with you?" After giving her the handkerchief, he stood beside Jiang Xianwei and watched her practice calligraphy.
The pen moves like a dragon and snake, with iron hooks and silver strokes. You can feel the grandeur from the font.
"What else? Let him rot in the field?" Jiang Xianyu was a little confused and didn't quite understand why Lan Qiu said that.
She is willing to give the greatest help to those who are able to treat her favorably.
"I just feel very sad that I have failed after doing so much. Madam, you can still laugh." Lan Qiu said with puffed cheeks when he saw Jiang Xianwei covering her mouth and laughing.
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