Zhu Yuan transmigrated back to ancient times. Then, in this backward times without Internet, mobile phone and all kinds of entertainment, how did she spend her time? She made a pen pal – Yes! a pen pal. Zhu Yuan took out her little book, took out her brush, made a few stokes: Son of a b*tch, come out to chat! Xie Zheng, who was practising calligraphy in his study, slipped and ruined the whole calligraphy. One can find a glowing beauty in the book. The ancients did not deceive me! By: Xie Zheng many years later.