"..." Lu Ren pursed his lips, "Princess, are you just teasing me like a dog?"
Wen Yu snorted and laughed, and touched his lips with her fingertips: "What do you think? My great general?"
She glanced at the hem of Liuchun's skirt that accidentally showed at the door, and couldn't help looking at Lu Ren with a smile: "Let's stop here, it's almost midnight, and curfew is about to start, you should leave."
Lu Ren was silent for a moment, then he took out a wooden box from his sleeve and handed it to Wen Yu: "Princess, this is a New Year's gift for you."
Wen Yu raised her eyebrows and took it curiously: "Then I just open it?"
Lu Ren nodded, with a barely perceptible uneasiness in his eyes.
Open the wooden box and inside is a simple wooden hairpin.
Wen Yu picked it up and touched it. It was a little prickly. She looked at it carefully and found the pattern was a little rough, like a sloppy semi-finished product.
There was a hint of surprise in her eyes, and she smiled and asked, "Where did you buy it?"
Lu Ren pursed his lips, lowered his eyes, and his tone was inexplicably tense: "I just bought it casually. If the princess doesn't like it, just throw it away."
Seeing his disappointed reaction, Wen Yu burst out laughing and couldn't help asking, "Did you do this yourself?"
As he said that, he directly pulled up Lu Ren's hand, which had many tiny red marks on it.
"Your hand is injured? No wonder it felt so rough when you touched me."
Lu Ren: ...
His fingertips moved, and he felt a little embarrassed because of these words. He whispered, "I have been practicing martial arts since I was a child, and my palms are covered with calluses. If the princess doesn't like it..."
"I don't dislike it. I like it very much. It feels very comfortable to touch me like this."
Without even looking at Lu Ren's reddened ears, she stood up and shouted, "Liuchun, prepare your pen and ink. This princess suddenly feels like writing poetry and must compose a poem to comfort this person and this scene at this moment."
Liuchun shuddered as she stood at the door. How did the princess know that she didn't retreat and was standing at the door?
Although he was confused, he still quickly prepared the pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
But for the princess's mansion, this thing was really rare, and it took some time to go to the warehouse before finding a piece of writing brush and ink that matched Wen Yu's identity.
Lu Ren's ears turned red, and he looked surprised: "Princess, you want to write a poem?"
Wen Yu put her hands behind her back and nodded: "Yes, can't I write poetry?"
Lu Ren curled the corners of his lips and said, "I am all ears."
Seeing that the pen, ink, paper and inkstone were ready, Wen Yu grabbed the brush and began to write.
People who don’t know her true level might really think she is writing some masterpiece.
After all the work, Wen Yu looked at the poem on the paper and was very satisfied.
She blew gently on the ink stain and flicked it on the paper: "What a good poem!"
Then he handed it to Lu Ren directly: "This is for you."
Lu Ren was stunned, as if he had never expected that this was for him.
My heart was shaken, but when I looked down, I saw…
Not only are the characters written in huge, crooked shapes, but there are also a lot of typos.
I couldn't make out what was written on it for a while.
Wen Yu asked: "Do you like it?"
"I like it." Lu Ren said sincerely. Even if Wen Yu gave him a piece of rag, he would like it. But he still said truthfully, "But I don't understand it."
Wen Yu: ...
Wen Yu coughed to hide her embarrassment, "My handwriting is full of charm. Those who understand will understand, and those who don't understand... forget it."
Then he took the poem back and asked, "Which word do you not understand?"
Lu Ren: “…”
Wen Yu couldn't believe it. What did it mean to keep silent?
What she wrote was a little ugly, but it wasn't so bad that she couldn't recognize a single word, right?
As if he could see what Wen Yu was thinking, Lu Ren considered it and chose a less hurtful statement, saying softly: "The princess writes in a bold and unique style, simplifying the complex, so it is a little difficult to recognize."
At this time Wen Yu realized that Sheng Chaofan used traditional Chinese characters, the popular font with flowing strokes, while she wrote in simplified Chinese, which was still regular script, so it made people feel like some of the characters were missing some limbs, and some of the characters were even deformed and unrecognizable.
Wen Yu felt comforted. That was right. The reason why she couldn't recognize the character was definitely not because she wrote it too ugly.
"Then I'll read it to you."
Wen Yu cleared her throat and recited her poem seriously:
"I am the wind and you are the sand. I am Hami and you are the melon."
"I am the toothpaste and you are the brush. I am the honey and you are the flower."
"We will never be separated from each other! What do you think of this poem? Is it a masterpiece?"
Lu Ren was shocked by the content of the poem at first, then he shook his head, feeling a little amused.
He hid the smile in his eyes and did not comment on the poem. Instead, he said, "Princess, how can a poem have only five lines?"
Wen Yu said as if it was a matter of course: "I'm writing a love poem for you alone, why should I bother with all that?"
Then she stuffed the paper with the poem back into Lu Ren's hands and said, "Keep it well. This princess's poem is priceless!"
When Lu Ren heard the word "love poem", his eyes moved.
"You've given me the gifts, kissed me, and touched me. You should leave now. Don't waste time."
Wen Yu began to ruthlessly drive away the guests and entered sage mode.
Lu Ren: ...
He curled the corners of his lips helplessly: "Princess, wait for me to come back."
Wen Yu lay back on the couch, picked up the storybook, and started cracking melon seeds: "Go, go."
After Lu Ren left, Liu Chun sighed deeply. The shock he felt at first was real, but now that he had come to his senses and thought about the princess' usual behavior, he felt that there was no need to make a fuss.
She changed another cup of tea and handed it to Wen Yu: "Princess, you must be thirsty after all the hard work. Have some tea to moisten your throat."
Wen Yu yawned and just took the cup when she heard Liu Chun say, "Liu Dong just came back. Master Yue prepared a New Year gift for you. Would you like to take a look?"
Wen Yu then remembered that she had asked Liu Dong to give Yue Lingfeng some money so that he could celebrate the New Year.
When she heard that he had given her a gift in return, a hint of interest flashed across her face: "Give it to me and let me see it."
Liuchun nodded and quickly brought back a well-wrapped scroll from outside.
Wen Yu gently opened it and unfolded it, and it turned out to be her portrait.
In the painting, she is leaning on the table, holding a cup of tea in her hand. With a faint glance, her nonchalant expression actually reveals a hint of awe.
It is so vivid and lifelike that you can even feel the hidden emotions he poured into his writing.
Liu Chun said: "It's a really good painting."
Wen Yu asked Liuchun to hang the painting in the most conspicuous place, and she crossed her arms and touched her chin.
"I haven't drawn him yet, but he drew me first. It's interesting."
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