Immortal world foodie: husband makes me noodle soup

Chapter 632 Qian Zang Will Be Back Soon

Seeing that Yang Juanjuan had stopped crying, his flustered heart calmed down a little.

Yang Juanjuan said: "Little cat, I was punished by my husband to copy two hundred articles. But I can't finish it, so can you help me?"

"If you don't help me, I'll cry for you."

Yang Juanjuan didn't give Xiao a chance to resist at all, so he pulled him back like a rescuer.

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I didn't pay attention to it before, but looking at the handwriting written when I was young today, Yang Juanjuan found that his writing was really beautiful and neat.

Yang Juanjuan looked at what he had written, tore it up as soon as he raised his hand, and looked at Xiaoxiao anxiously: "Little cat, you have to work harder, two hundred articles!"

Xiao Xiao looked at the shredded paper in her hand, nodded silently, and then buried herself in writing.

A few days later, Yang Juanjuan handed over a beautiful copy to Emperor Ziwei.

Emperor Ziwei flipped through the papers and asked, "You wrote these yourself?"

"Of course. If you don't believe me, sir, I can write an article in front of you." Yang Juanjuan raised his pen to write.

Emperor Ziwei didn't speak, and Yang Juanjuan wrote a paragraph on the white paper: Dao can be said, very Dao.The name can be named, very famous.

Emperor Ziwei looked at it, but still didn't speak.

Yang Juanjuan felt uneasy, sir, wouldn't he know that she didn't write it, would he?

"Sir, I've handed over my transcription to you. If there's nothing else, I'll be leaving first." Yang Juanjuan was about to run away.

Emperor Ziwei put down the paper and said, "Don't hit people in the face from now on, just go."

"Yes, sir." Yang Juanjuan ran out happily, and after looking for hours, he told him that the husband hadn't found anything unusual.

When I was young, I smiled and said nothing, thinking that the two hundred articles were all written by him, and my husband would definitely not find out that they were written by two people.

Yang Juanjuan had a conversation there when he was a child, and went back to see how Jun'er's transcription was going.

Here I have to say that the speed of Xiao Xiao alone is much faster than the combined speed of Jun'er and Su Ran.

When Yang Juanjuan went to see Jun'er, Jun'er's eyes were red, and there was a lot of ink on his face and hands, making him look a little pitiful.

"Little aunt..." Jun'er looked at Yang Juanjuan, tearfully said, "I still have thirty articles to write."

"Don't worry, take your time. I went to inquire just now, and Suzaku's family has not finished writing. And I have already handed in the transcription, as long as one of us is ahead of them." Yang Juanjuan comforted Jun Son.

"Yeah!" Jun'er nodded.

Su Ran interjected from the side, and said bitterly: "The next time you encounter this kind of thing, you must remember to call me. This time I didn't hit anyone, but I copied it like you. I will suffer no matter what I think."

"Little uncle, you misunderstood, and I didn't hit anyone." Jun'er quickly separated the relationship.

This matter must be made clear, otherwise the father will definitely teach her, not them, if he finds out.

"Don't bother about these trivial things, hurry up and copy, and make sure to hurry in front of Suzaku's house." Yang Juanjuan encouraged the two of them, and then went to his study.

She closed the door, walked to the desk and sat down, and took out a rolled up paper from the cabinet below.

Open it, and there are portraits of several heads, large and small, each of which is the same person.

Yang Juanjuan spread the paper on the table, pressed the corners, picked up the brush, and started to draw.

While drawing, he said, "Qian Zang, today is the tenth day since you left, why haven't you come back yet?"

After the tenth Qianzang head portrait was drawn, Yang Juanjuan looked down for a long time, thinking about many things about their past.

What was clearly in his mind was the beautiful past, but Yang Juanjuan suddenly became sad after thinking about it.

Nose sore, tears fell on the white paper.

She was so frightened that she hurriedly wiped it with a handkerchief, but fortunately it fell on the blank space, otherwise she would definitely be depressed to death by herself.

"Qianzang, when are you coming to pick me up?" Yang Juanjuan said something in his sleep because he was thinking too much in his sleep.

Jun'er woke up suddenly from the bed, rubbed his eyes and asked, "Is it five watch?"

Last night, she and Su Ran couldn't make it any longer, and there were still two articles left to write.Make an appointment to get up at five o'clock, write an article by yourself, and hand it to the teacher when you go to class.

Jun'er didn't check the time either. After getting dressed, she walked towards her study in a daze.

Yang Juanjuan lay on the bed and continued to dream. In the dream, Qian Zang came to pick her up. She was very happy, hugging Qian Zang, laughing and jumping.

Suddenly, people woke up.

After waking up, Yang Juanjuan was still in a daze.

It took her a while to realize that she had just had a dream.

"Hmph! Qianzang, why didn't you come to pick me up?" Yang Juanjuan sat up, angrily hugged the pillow and beat it, venting his dissatisfaction.

At the same time, she was worried that Qian Zang hadn't come to pick her up for so long, did something happen?

She wanted to go back and ask Emperor Qing, but she thought that only gods could go to Tianyu, and Emperor Qing didn't know about it.

What's more, Qian Zang said that he would come to the academy to pick her up. She was afraid that she would miss her after she left, so she stayed in the academy honestly.

This stay, two months, passed by accidentally.

However, there is no news about Qian Zang, and Yang Juanjuan is almost hopeless and misses him.

Yang Juanjuan looked at the three rolled up large white papers in the cabinet, sighed sadly, took a new white paper from the top of the bookshelf behind him, and began to draw No. 60, a head of Qian Zang.

Before the head portrait was finished, Yang Juanjuan couldn't help crying when he looked at the familiar half face, especially the pair of peach blossom eyes.

The tears just flowed out, and she wiped them away quickly, for fear of being looked at by others.

These days, she doesn't know whether it's because she misses her too much, or what, she will cry out of nowhere, which makes Jun'er and Su Ran think that others are bullying her.

"Don't cry!" Yang Juanjuan wiped away his tears, and said to himself, "Qian Zang will pick me up soon, it must be."

She said this on her lips, but she thought in her heart that after Qian Zang came to pick her up, she would never be separated from him again.

It's hard to wait!
"Little aunt, little aunt, good news, good news!" Jun'er shouted while running this way.

When Yang Juanjuan heard the good news, he thought Qian Zang was back, and he didn't even bother to keep the blank paper, so he opened the door to greet him and asked, "Is Qian Zang back?"

"No, sir gave us a holiday, one month."

When Jun'er said no, the joyful expression on Yang Juanjuan's face subsided a lot, and he said without much energy: "One month, quite a long time."

"It's not long, a month is just one hour in the sky." Jun'er said, walking into the study.

When Yang Juanjuan walked to the desk, he remembered that there was Qian Zang's head on the desk, and wanted to stop it, but it was too late.

"Wow, I didn't expect my little aunt to draw so well, and my little uncle's drawing is so handsome." Jun'er picked up the painting and commented.

(End of this chapter)