"Why don't you write it? Come on, I still have something to do!" Shi Qi was a little anxious. Once the memorial was written, she might be free again, travel around the mountains and open brothels and restaurants in various places.

"Who said that the king is going to write a memorial!" Nalanye thought over and over again. This memorial cannot be written. It must not be written.

Sooner or later, he will surrender this lunatic. Well, one day he will make her kneel on the ground and say loudly three times: Your Majesty, I was wrong. I will never dare to be right with you again.

"You want to regret it?"

Hearing this, Shi Qi was not happy anymore and glared at Nalan Ye fiercely. What on earth was this brat thinking?

"Huh, I suddenly thought that marrying you would be a good idea!" Nalanye raised his eyebrows. Seeing Qi Qi's angry expression, he felt extremely comfortable!

Shi Qiyi was stunned, would this bastard like her? It was like it was raining red from the sky. He was not sure what he was planning in his heart. He was full of bad ideas!

"Are you going to write it or not?" Shiqi Xingren stared wide-eyed.

A smile appeared on Nalanye's lips. Shiqi's anger actually made him feel better. He seemed to see that in the near future, Shiqi would cry and kneel in front of him, begging him not to divorce her.

"Don't write! I am determined to marry you." He smiled even more proudly.

Qiu Mo leaned towards Nalanye, feeling extremely confused as to why Nalanye suddenly changed his mind.

Shi Qi narrowed her eyes, looked at the treacherous smile, and greeted all the eighteen generations of her ancestors in her heart. Nalan Ye, you are deliberately going against her, right?

Okay, let's see who can have the last laugh!

"You really don't want to write it?"

"Do not write!"

"You don't want to write it, right? OK, if you don't want to write it, I will. I will write this memorial in front of you today!" Shiqi took back the rice paper in his hand, his method was extremely neat, and he glanced at Qiu

Mo: "Come here and squat down."

"Squat down?" Qiu Mo touched his nose, sweat dripping from his forehead.

"What nonsense, hurry up."

Qiu Mo felt so ridiculed that he squatted on the ground reluctantly. Alas, the drama is not good these days...

Shi Qi straddled his legs and spread rice paper on Qiu Mo's back. He took a brush and wrote a row of big characters with a big stroke of "swish, swish, swish". No one can match that momentum!

Qiu Mo's half-crouched posture made the corners of his mouth twitch. If word of this spread, his face would be thrown into trouble!

Nalanye was confused. Is this madman going to write a memorial? What a joke!

"It's done." Shi Qi stood up and threw the brush in his hand gracefully. He looked at the memorial of the Seventeen Cards in this chapter with satisfaction, and suddenly realized that he had great potential.

The calligraphy written in calligraphy is so beautiful...

Nodding with satisfaction, Shi Qiu patted Qiu Mo with his hand and said, "Come on, Qiu Mo, read this memorial out loud to me. This is the most perfect story I have written since Shi Qi was born."

Qiu Mo was ready to die. What kind of words could this woman write? He really didn't dare to read it!

"Come on, why is your young mind so clueless?" Shi Qi stared at him with contempt.

Under the extreme danger of Qiu Mo, Qiu Mo thought for three seconds and finally took the so-called memorial from her hand!

The fingers holding the memorial were trembling. He shouldn't have done it at all, he just shouldn't have watched this excitement. But now, he was looking at the so-called memorial in his hand eagerly and feeling worried...
Chapter completed!