Even the Holy Son of God and several princes wanted to give Mo Li face, but Mr. Yi didn't even get up. Xu Zixiao was naturally very angry.
"Hmph!" Li Li snored coldly, "The so-called person who comes here is not good, so what if he is arrogant? Why don't you just obediently pay me one hundred thousand taels of silver?!"
Stopping outside his private room, Mo Li waved his hand lightly, "I'm going to rest for a while. You go and send someone to keep an eye on Gong Ao Minglie and Mr. Yi carefully!"
Xu Zixiao went to arrange the manpower, and Mo Li opened the door and walked into the room, walked to the table, and sat on the chair opposite Mingyue.
Pour a cup of hot tea, push the cup into her hand, Ming Yue's eyes lazily glanced at her side face, "Why, you still think I didn't prepare a gift?!"
When he mentioned the gift, Li Li naturally thought of the two monsters that were sent by unknown persons. His eyes passed over Mingyue's slowly retracting fingers, and his heart moved slightly.
Are those two monsters his handiwork?!
"Here, get a pen and paper!" she said loudly.
The man outside the door agreed, and within a moment he had brought pen and paper and put them on the table.
"What are you doing?!" Mingyue raised her eyebrows and looked at the pen and paper on the table, "Is it possible that you want me to give you an IOU?!"
Mo Li stood up, dipped the pen in ink and handed it to him, "Write four words for me!"
"What word?" Mingyue took the brush.
"Good business!" Li Li crossed his arms with a smile, "I guess the Sixth Prince's authentic handwriting will be able to sell for a lot of money!"
Mingyue smiled and shook his head. When he put the pen down on the paper, with the gentle movement of his arm, four wildly cursive characters were written in one stroke.
Mo Li frowned and looked at the writing on the paper, raised his hand and peeled off the top piece of rice paper, "Write again, don't use wild cursive!"
Mingyue didn't ask any more questions and picked up the pen again. This time, she changed the font obediently.
Li Li stood beside him, looking at the writing on the paper, still frowning.
"Write again!"
After taking off the paper that she had written on, Mingyue wrote another new calligraphy. This time, she actually changed the font.
"Write again!"
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In this way, he wrote seven or eight letters in a row. Each time, he would change a different font, but none of them was the same as the handwriting in the envelope.
"How come you know how to write so many fonts? Are you so bored that you want to be a calligrapher?!" Looking at the rice paper covering almost the entire elegant room, Mo Li couldn't help but start to doubt his own speculation.
Mingyue threw the brush in her hand back into the washbasin casually, "It's just for fun!"
There was a hint of loneliness in his tone.
Mo Li's heart tightened slightly. For twenty years, he had been covered in scales and lonely without even a friend. Naturally, he had enough time to practice these boring things.
"actually, I……"
Mingyue raised her left hand, "I can also write with my left hand, do you want to see it?!"
"No more writing!" Mo Li bent down and cleaned up the words he had written on the ground.
Mingyue didn't insist, she just picked up the wine pot and filled the two glasses.
"The noodles are yours!" When Mo Li finished finishing his words and came back, he stretched out his arm to push one of the cups in front of her, and glanced sideways at the baby panda with tiny eyes that she pointed at, "That greedy guy seems to want it too."
Can’t bear it anymore?!”
Li Qiye was slightly startled, but then he was relieved. With his level, it was not new for him to be able to tell that the panda on her finger was a monster.
"Come out if you want to eat!" She rolled her eyes at the baby who kept staring at the meat on the plate. The baby immediately transformed into its original shape without any courtesy, pulled the plate on the table to her arms and hugged her.