The ancient and elegant hall was adorned with countless calligraphy and paintings, and the floor was covered with various pieces of calligraphy.
In the middle of the hall, a woman with a black and white calligraphy headband was bent over a piece of artwork.
At that moment, a man lay upon the woman's back, holding the woman's jade hand, seemingly teaching her calligraphy. However, the woman's body trembled, and her hand holding the brush shook uncontrollably, unable to settle down to write.
"Heave..."
Lu Chen, lying behind Murong Xue'er, sighed deeply and then said to her, "My lady, you are quite difficult to teach. You are not focused at all. When will you ever learn?"
Murong Xue'er slightly turned her head, her face blushing, and a trace of resentment flashed in her eyes.
Just as Lu Chen was about to continue teaching Murong Xue'er calligraphy, Bai Qingqing's voice came from the doorway, "Your Majesty, there is intelligence from the Skyfire Dynasty!"
