This Princess, Lu Ziye, Deserves To Be Favored!

In the world of the ten directions, it is pitch-black.

Xiao Qingqing sat on the ground of the mustard seed world with grievances, wiping her tears while copying the book.

Sanchen sat in her case and saw her copy book, couldn’t help but said:

“Sister, your words are so ugly.”

Xiao Qingqing pouted and said, “I’ve done my best to write well, you can’t blame me for the ugly characters, I just don’t have the talent.”

“The writing doesn’t talk about talent, and it is diligent practice.”

Xiao Qingqing clenched her cheeks and shoved the pen into his hand, “You can say that, write it for me!”

The little witch said angrily that she was actually despised by Sanhanhan, who could only sleep!

Sanchen took a piece of rice paper, gestured together, the words were like flowing clouds and water, and the end of the writing was handsome and beautiful.

Xiao Qingqing’s eyes widened instantly.

“Why?!”

Sanchen put down the pen and looked at her helplessly.

“I clear, you are sleeping every day, why is the word better than I wrote.”

“Because I’m cultivating when I’m sleeping.” Sanchen replied honestly, “I’m cultivating while you’re playing. Naturally, I learn faster than you, and my words are better than you.”

The fragile self-esteem of primary school **** was rubbed on the ground.

“I am clear that you ran and the little flower gods to eat peach …”

“Eating peaches can also cultivate. It is also very knowledgeable to grow sweet and juicy peaches. The climate, temperature difference, soil… Because of the different times, the fruits produced are also different.”

Xiao Qingqing was stunned when she heard it.

Is there only one of her six mouth and her mother?

I used to think that only my father and elder brother were the masters of the school, but now it seems… Sanhanhan is the **** of school!

If you grow a peach, you can grow knowledge!

Get a good night’s sleep and you’ll sleep well.

“My mother said that I should copy the script here by myself. If you don’t leave, Sanhanhan, aren’t you afraid of being reprimanded by your mother?”

“I still want my mother to marry me, but I have no chance.”

Qingqing: “…”

Why does this sound so awkward?

“If I left, you will continue to cry.”

Sanchen helped her grind the ink, and the warmth was swallowed.

A family of six, the cloud is like a woman, and the Lu Guang and Qing Qing are like a mother.

But when it comes to Sanchen’s words, his temperament is somewhat different from that of Xiao Jue Qingyi.

It is not warm, and the temperature is swallowed, and it is always like that.

But the little guy is also the most stable, the one who knows the most, and the one who doesn’t let anyone worry about it.

Qing Qing **** his nose and whispered: “I will not …”

“Do you feel wronged?”

“Don’t be embarrassed…”

“Then why are you crying?”

“I’m afraid my mother will be angry, and I’m afraid she won’t like me…” Qingqing said, tears came out again, and she wiped her face while writing.

I don’t even conscious in my hand, I gave a small flower cat at once.

“Mother is not angry, will not like you, she is worried about you.”

Sanchen wiped the ink on her face with her sleeve, her voice was soft, making people feel an inexplicable warmth in their hearts.

“Since childhood, whatever we like, my parents are doing their best to support it.”

“Even if they sneak out of the underworld sometimes, they will turn a blind eye when they are naughty.”

“It’s not because I am relieved, but because I believe.”

Sanchen helped her wipe the little face and sighed:

“If one day the person you believed in suddenly deceived you, would you feel sad?”