Mind Reading: Help! Princess, your father is too difficult to seduce

"Phew," the bedroom suddenly fell into darkness.

Then Jiang Fu also fell into a hug.

Every time Jiang Fu falls into Zhao Yuan's arms, she expresses her deepest understanding of those people on the Internet who like the cutest height difference.

I also express my deepest understanding to those young ladies who want to find a double-door boyfriend, because...

Whoever owns it knows.

With her life goal in mind, Jiang Fu started to get busy from the second day.

She felt that it was better to start with things that had no cost.

She knew that in ancient times, classes were clearly defined. If she, a wife of a Duke, went to open a shop to sell food and other things with great fanfare, people would inevitably think that she was out of her mind.

Behind the officials and aristocratic families, although each family is involved in a lot of business, these are all left to the servants of the family to take care of. There is no mother who is the head of the family and shows herself to the public, and even develops dishes to sell.

That would be criticized.

If she behaves like this, let's not talk about what will make people suspicious.

Just ask, will the queen in the palace have any objections to Zhao Wanjun because Zhao Wanjun has a misbehaving aunt like her?

If Zhao Wanjun wants to repay her because she can't be the queen, will the hero of the plague still attack her?

Although she is Zhao Wanjun's aunt's mother now, she will also be the hero's mother-in-law in the future. Logically speaking, she has a layer of protection.

But the premise is that she won't affect Zhao Wanjun's position!

If it affects...

Jiang Fu thought about it and decided to do some work that cost nothing to earn money first!

Just like writing a storybook.

There is a special place for story books in the library in the capital. After Jiang Fu was ready to finish writing, she took it to the library to see if anyone had any taste.

Because they position themselves as storybooks, ordinary small authors must start by opening up the market.

Things like storybooks are usually written by boudoir daughters, and the ladies read them a lot.

Journey to the West and Water Margin are definitely not possible.

What do boudoir daughters and wives like to watch?

That must be love, unforgettable love!

So Jiang Fu decided to write about a female consort.

The female consort has unforgettable love, as well as Feng Suzhen's tenacity and intelligence.

Therefore, I wrote about the female consort.

Jiang Fu just did it.

Pick up the brush and write "click".

Xiao Yuan and the others didn't know a few words, but they saw Jiang Fu writing seriously. They thought Jiang Fu was practicing calligraphy, and no one came forward to disturb Jiang Fu. After all, practicing calligraphy was also a kind of entertainment for the lady in the backyard and the daughter of the boudoir. way of time.

When Jiang Fu read the novel, she turned the pages very fast. She felt that the author had written very little, but when it came to writing it herself, even if it was not original, Jiang Fu didn't write much even after sitting down all morning.

Maybe it’s mainly because I can’t write fast with calligraphy.

and……

Her handwriting is really ugly!

Even though there is the muscle memory of the original owner, didn’t the original owner not practice calligraphy much before?

Jiang Fu held what she had written. Well, it was really not very good.

But it doesn’t matter, what everyone is looking at is the storyline, not the writing.

And if it doesn't work, she can find someone to copy it.

If this book becomes popular, she won't need to write the rest herself.

Well, it’s still pretty good!

She was still very satisfied with the results she had written all morning.

Because I was satisfied, I ate half a bowl of rice at noon.

She couldn't take a nap in the afternoon, so she started writing, and she was very energetic.

After writing for a whole day, I finally wrote that Feng Suzhen's stepmother disliked the poor and loved the rich, so she forced Li Zhaoting to break off the engagement.

Xiaodie's voice sounded outside the house, "Master Guo!"

Jiang Fu immediately stopped, put down her pen, and called Xiao Yuan anxiously, "Yuan, Yuan, come here quickly, put these things away quickly, don't let the Duke see it."

She piled the paper she had written on into a pile, then stuffed them all into Xiao Yuan's hands, and asked Xiao Yuan to put them away.

When Zhao Yuan crossed the threshold, Xiao Yuan just closed the dresser drawer.

Jiang Fu immediately let out a long breath.

The look of her breathing heavily, coupled with the ink stains on her chin that had just been stained in a hurry, added a touch of vividness to her.

Especially when the light shines in from the window lattice and falls on her body.

Zhao Yuan, who was standing at the threshold, suddenly stopped.

Zhao Yuan stood there thinking whether he was lucky or unlucky to meet Jiang Fu.

Fortunately, he is still enjoying his life now.

Unfortunately, if Jiang Fu doesn't change her mind in the future and she still leaves him, then...

Then he is afraid that he will never accept anyone to come to him again, and then he will really be alone for the rest of his life.

Moreover, Jiang Fu is now a soul from another world. When she leaves, even if he lies in the coffin a hundred years later, he will have no chance to see her again.

So, it's his misfortune.

Jiang Fu didn't know that her chin was stained with ink. She just thought that Zhao Yuan must not let Zhao Yuan know about her secret writing in the storybook.

Although those stories were the result of her transporting others, Zhao Yuan didn't know about these situations. Wouldn't it be quite embarrassing for him to find her writing a storybook?

Jiang Fu thought in her heart that Zhao Yuan could not let Zhao Yuan find out what she wrote in the storybook, and Zhao Yuan heard it.

Hearing this, Zhao Yuan was indeed surprised. Writing a storybook?

Zhao Yuan had always thought of this kind of thing as something done by rotten scholars, but he didn't expect...

He didn't expect his wife to have such a talent.

Although Zhao Yuan was surprised, he still looked at Jiang Fu with a hint of admiration.

Zhao Yuan was raised by a noble family. Although he took root in the military camp at a young age, he could still write articles if he was asked to do so. Otherwise, he would not be able to understand the excerpts in the yamen during the day.

But if you ask him to write a storybook, Zhao Yuan can only say, sorry, I don't have the ability.

But Jiang Fu can write, and is indeed very capable.

As for Jiang Fu's inner sentence of "transporting other people's achievements," Zhao Yuan completely ignored it.

Jiang Fu didn't know what she was thinking, even Zhao Yuan knew it. In order to hide her little secret, she once again pounced on Zhao Yuan like a butterfly.

Madoka closed the drawer and turned around to remind her that there was an ink stain on her chin.

When Zhao Yuan saw the person running over, he naturally stretched out one of his hands, and waved the other hand at Xiao Yuan at an angle that Jiang Fu couldn't notice, signaling Xiao Yuan to get down.

Xiao Yuan wanted to open her mouth to tell Jiang Fu, but when she saw Zhao Yuan's actions, she closed her mouth and then walked out of the bedroom obediently.

Jiang Fu rushed to Zhao Yuan, her eyes sparkling, "You're back!"

"Well, what are you busy with?" Zhao Yuan asked warmly.

Jiang Fu's bright black eyes rolled briefly, and then she quickly shook her head, "No, it's the same as before."

[I’m writing a storybook, so I can’t tell you. 】

[Anyway, I can’t tell you now. If I become popular through these stories in the future, I might be able to reluctantly tell you. 】

The corners of Zhao Yuan's lips curved, and he raised his hand and gently rubbed the ink stain on her chin with his slender fingertips. Perhaps not long after he rubbed it, Zhao Yuan's fingers were soon stained with thick black ink marks. He spoke softly, "I thought you were keeping a ledger, and your chin was stained with ink."