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your words are ugly

"Yeah!" He leaned forward and pressed a kiss on her face: "Ryoko is the best!"

"It's really..." She wiped the oil on her cheeks and looked at him helplessly.

**

On a busy street.

Yun Qingmin was wearing a white dress, and her black eyes were wide and round, with a simple light of excitement in her eyes. She held tightly the hand of Guo Yixue, who was looking around equally excitedly, with one hand.

"Over there, over there!"

Guo Yixue pulled him hard with her backhand and walked towards the stall selling paper fans.

"Wow..." Yun Qingmin picked up a fan with landscape paintings and exclaimed: "It's so beautiful!"

The vendor had a flattering smile on his face: "Young master, you have good taste. The painting above is a sacred painting! Why not buy it?"

The sage of painting, Su Yuding, who was the most expressive in ink painting at that time, was called the "Sage of Painting".

Guo Yixue glanced at the fan in his hand, rolled her eyes, and bluntly exposed the hawker's lie: "It was painted by a 'Painting Saint'. How could a 'Painting Saint' paint on the fan and let you sell it?"

"Uh..." The hawker's face stiffened, with a bitter look on his face: "Girl, our business is not easy, so please be merciful..."

She ignored the vendor, picked up an all-white fan, and waved it: "Is this for us to draw things on it ourselves?"

"Hey, yes, yes." Seeing that she was interested in this, the vendor quickly picked up the brush and ready-made ink from under the wooden board where the fan was placed: "Girl, why don't you draw one? It's very special!"

"Okay." Guo Yixue looked very interesting. She took the brush, dipped it in some ink, and began to write on the white paper fan. After a while, she put down the brush, picked up the paper fan, and grinned: "Big, cloud

,be mine."

Yun Qingmin grinned, picked up the brush, and wrote on another blank fan. A few crooked words appeared on the paper fan:

"Liangzi is mine."

Guo Yixue looked at his handwriting and laughed out loud: "Your handwriting is really ugly, uglier than mine."

"Liangzi bullied me..." He dropped his face in despair, and looked hard at his handwriting with his dark eyes: "Is it really that ugly?"

"Yeah, it's the ugliest." She looked at him funny, pointed at the two fans, and asked the vendor: "How much does this cost?"

"Girl, two taels of silver." The vendor smiled flatteringly.
Chapter completed!
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