Stop the pen, put the pen on the wooden pen rest, and look at the two words on the paper with satisfaction. Is this a word? It's a craft!

Luochen looked at it carefully, staring straight at the ink. There was silence for a moment before he spoke, "What is this?"

"It's falling dust. The playboy said with a laugh.

At this moment, the look of surprise in Luochen's eyes was even worse, and his face was full of incredulity. Wu Zheng also looked stupid next to him, not because of Luochen's surprised expression, but because the playboy's words were so beautiful that Wu Zheng had the urge to apprentice.

The dude looked at the tangled little expression of the dust, and felt a little funny. If Luochen is a newly literate child, this reaction is acceptable. After all, in the eyes of a small child, it must be magical to see his name for the first time. But that reaction is transferred to the body of the dust, and it is a little funny and even funny.

"This is me?" Jiechen was still a little incredulous, and gently held it in his hand. The ink has not yet dried, and the dust is afraid of damaging the words, and he is afraid of getting contaminated on his body, so he looks cautious.

The playboy wanted to laugh, shook his hand and threw the stall directly to Wu Zheng. Wu Zheng was very happy, and it was finally his turn to show his skills. How can he do this kind of work, writing, is his strength.

Wu Zheng waved his hand, clamped the pen with two fingers, and dipped it in ink in the inkstone. When it comes to dipping ink, Wu Zheng is painstaking, not only to dip it neatly, but also to root evenly. Then, lift the pen again and hang it on the inkstone for a pause.

As for Wu Zheng's other hand, he was not idle, gesturing vigorously on the rice paper. This kind of performance, in the eyes of the playboy, is completely pretending. But for the little white who falls into the dust, it is like a god descending, domineering and leaking.

The next moment, under the expectant gaze of Luo Chen, the pen in Wu Zheng's hand finally moved. The pen is like a god, although Wu Zheng has not read many books, but the two words of dust are still handy.

The big hand swiped over, and suddenly the ink rained down. Wu Zheng's pen is powerful, and everywhere he goes is stained with ink. The speed in Wu Zheng's hand was extremely fast, and the wind was galloping, and the dusty eyes turned left and right. Wu Zheng's pen has a principle, that is, to overwhelm everyone in momentum. And in fact, he did. And not only overwhelmed others, but even scared others to death.

The playboy stood by the bookshelf, admiring the porcelain and jade on the shelf. But when he saw Wu Zheng's powerful brushwork, he subconsciously fell behind the bookshelf, quite like he was waiting for death in the face of danger.

Wu Zheng was full of confidence, and when he put down the pen, his face was hideous, debauched and arrogant. At this time, Wu Zheng is the most focused Wu Zheng, but at the same time, he is also the most crazy Wu Zheng. In fact, to put it bluntly, Wu Zheng has a kind of self-confidence.

With a pen drop, it's all over. Wu Zheng sighed and bowed his head approvingly.

However, the expression of the falling dust is simply more exciting. When Wu Zheng saw it for the first time, Luochen had an expression of grievance and wanted to cry. Luochen just glanced at it, and then covered his eyes and didn't want to look at it. Wu Zheng was in a hurry, thinking that it was the dust that lost his eyes, and hurriedly went to help blow it.

Luochen stretched out his hand to stop it, gritting his teeth before popping out a few words: "It's too stumbling." ”

The dude finally couldn't help but burst out laughing at this moment, and the spit was splashed

Far. He swore that he tried to endure it, but in the end he couldn't hold back.

The dude sprang out from behind, his hands pinching his thighs, trying to stop laughing. He walked to the desk and took a cautious look. It didn't matter, but it released the laugh that had just stopped. Suddenly, laughter from ordinary wilderness beasts ravaged the entire study.

The subordinates outside the study were all trembling with fright. Although his young master's loser is well-known, he has never heard of the young master still having a problem with madness! How long has he been laughing, will there be any problem with laughing all the time?

At this time, the old butler hurried from outside. But suddenly, a creepy laugh came into his ears, and it almost scared him out of his heart attack.

The old butler patted his chest, and after making sure that it was laughter, he gradually calmed down. At such an old age, he would still be afraid of death, the old housekeeper shook his head and sighed again. I guess it's because I haven't spent all my money yet!

The old housekeeper walked to the door of the study, but saw that everyone was trembling. Now, he balanced, it turned out that he was not the only one who was afraid, but this group of subordinates was also afraid.

The old butler raised his head, pretended to be very stylish, and stepped in in a high spirit. But just as his foot was about to touch the door, he suddenly felt that something was wrong. The strange laughter just now seemed to come from this room. And the voice is a little similar, like his own young master.

From this point of view, it seems that what the old man said before may be true. That is, the young master of his own family may really suffer from brain disease. Sure enough, the master is still prescient, the master deserves to be the master, and his skills are superior!

The old butler pushed the door in, and saw that the playboy was now nostriling towards the beam, grinning with his teeth. In his hand, he was holding Wu Zheng's masterpiece. Putting aside the strength and depth of the pen for the time being, it is quite difficult to see that it is two words.

Glancing at the dust again, he looked at the two words written by Wu Zheng with disgust. Writing his name so stumblingly is simply disgusted with the long life. Speaking of which, after so long, Wu Zheng has not been beaten by Luochen. At this moment, the dust has a little bit of the meaning of wanting to teach Wu Zheng a lesson.

As for Wu Zheng, he squatted on the ground with an aggrieved face, buttoning his fingernails. Although his handwriting is not as good as that of a playboy, it is at least worth some ornamentation. blamed the gang of bosses in the barracks for blowing his words into the sky, saying what was the second best handwriting in the barracks. This is not it, General Hu is the only one who can read and write in the entire military camp. He doesn't come in second, who comes in second.

When the playboy saw the old butler coming in, he quickly withdrew his smile, and glared at the old butler with some dissatisfaction, and had a lot of opinions about his behavior of coming in without knocking.

"What's the matter?" said the dude, sharpening his throat and not wanting to lift his eyelids.

"Someone outside the door brought a big box of gifts to the master. The old butler replied respectfully.

"Who sent it?" the playboy was a little interested and put down the paper in his hand.

"It's a few people, strong men. The old butler replied truthfully.

"Nonsense, which master would carry the box by himself? I ask who their master is?" the playboy was a little angry, and a little wanted to laugh

, it's really the old housekeeper's answer is too secondary.

"Oh, it's His Royal Highness the Crown Prince. The old butler immediately came to his senses, he really didn't have a brain just now.

"His Royal Highness the Prince. The dude muttered alone. His Royal Highness the Crown Prince will come to give gifts, and the meaning of this is self-evident.

"What is it for?" asked the dude again.

"I don't know. Before the word was spoken, the playboy waved his hand and said, "Forget it, Ben Gongzi will go and see it himself." After that, he walked out in great strides.

But as soon as he took two steps out, the playboy stopped, looked back and asked with an embarrassed face, "Where is the box now?"

The old butler wanted to laugh, but he still held back and said, "In the main hall." ”

After hearing this, the playboy frowned, and hurriedly said: "Put the gift from the prince in the main hall, you are afraid that others will not know." ”

The old butler was taught a lesson and was speechless, and it was indeed his negligence in this matter, and he should be held responsible.

The playboy didn't have time to say anything, so he called Wu Zheng and Luochen and walked to the main hall. This matter is indeed not trivial. The battle between the four princes and the crown prince will definitely be like either you die or I die. At this time, it is crucial to stand in line.

Speaking of which, their Hua family can be regarded as a big piece of fat. As long as you catch the Hua family, it is equivalent to getting most of the country's property. This kind of temptation, whether it is the fourth prince or the crown prince, wants to eat it in one bite. If they can't eat it, they will definitely not let the other person eat it. In the face of two hungry cats, the fat of the Hua family can't run away at all.

And now that the prince has sent a gift, if the playboy expects it to be good, this matter will definitely be vigorously publicized. This incident should be rotten the next morning. Now no matter what His Royal Highness the Crown Prince sends, it doesn't matter anymore. The four princes would definitely think that the Hua family had chosen the crown prince.

This is not considered a bribe, it is simply a naked threat. The playboy is disgusted by the feeling of being slaughtered, but this is again a fate that cannot be escaped.

When the three of them arrived at the main hall, they saw a huge box that was more than one person long. Around the box, there were several subordinates, all of whom were from Huafu. The playboy looked upset, so he simply waved his hand and drove away.

When everyone went out, only the three playboys were left, and the playboys sat on the box. The playboy is very decadent at the moment, and it seems that there is nothing they can do but compromise.

Wu Zheng walked around the box with a curious face, his hands were itchy, and he wanted to open it to take a look. But this kind of thing, Wu Zheng is embarrassed to say it clearly, after all, the playboy is still sitting on the box.

So Wu Zheng asked, "What's in this box?"

"I don't know. The dude didn't want to deal with it, so he replied dryly.

Wu Zheng ate the closed-door soup, and his mouth was very unpleasant. It's like a bitter unripe persimmon, and it's so astringent.

Luochen, who had been dumbfounded on the side, also said at this time: "You still have time to practice calligraphy, it's too ugly." ”

Wu Zheng was so choked that he almost lost his breath, and his own words, even Luochen, an illiterate person, could comment casually.