He took off his clothes, got into bed, covered himself with a quilt, and wiped away his tears. It seemed like I had been suffering for half an hour. I wiped my face with all my strength. I tried my best. I thought about the hardships and difficulties I had never encountered when I was working in the police station. This setback alone could hinder my way forward. No, I will not kowtow to fate. I shouted loudly in my heart, but I sat at the desk and wanted to write a plan for developing beautiful girls and handsome men and losing weight. When I picked up the ink pen on the table, I remembered that in my previous life, my family was poor, and my parents refused to allow me to take calligraphy classes, but my two younger brothers were allowed to take them. So I couldn't write calligraphy until I got to work... I shook my head exhaustedly and threw all these thoughts to the back of my mind. With a big stroke of the pen, thick black fonts fell on the paper. I was stunned. Is this still a handwriting written by a human? I felt depressed, and suddenly I laughed out loud as if something had occurred to me. I closed my eyes for a long time, then picked up the ink pen and gently wrote lines of beautiful regular script on the paper. It turned out that I thought of the unlucky guy. In the memory left by Jinwen, the unlucky guy wrote very well, and this body is still this body, so the writing skills are there.
Xiaoxiao wrote a few pages of paper before he stopped writing with satisfaction. It seemed that this dude was not useless, so I secretly praised him a few times. However, I felt uncomfortable thinking about getting married to the princess in February. Sometimes I really wanted to pick up my package and escape from Jian'an in the dead of night, and escape from the emperor's territory.