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Wei Jue finally figured out what the maverick cat uncle was thinking. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info it really wants to play with Wei Jue, but compared to Wei Jue playing with a straw pole, it obviously prefers to play with Wei Jue with a straw pole.

“……”

Well, probably in the eyes of the cat owner, he is the pet in captivity.

Wei Jue packed up his mood, quickly integrated into the new role, and struggled to get a "loving hug" from the cat owner. Flashing and moving, unexpectedly, very dutifully has been playing with the cat owner until it has fun, after it showed a face of "you can kneel and settle down" expression, Wei Jue was very familiar with "Xie Meow Longen", holding the royal straw back to the room.

In the end, the regimental master still didn't let Wei Jue hug him, he was so noble and cold

Inside the house, under the dim yellow light, Sima Xiaowei was kneeling in front of the jade table belonging to him very obediently, practicing calligraphy with his arm rest. The arm rest is a kind of stationery in ancient times, and the ancients not only have pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, the four treasures of the study, but also many modern supplies that can not be seen, and the arm rest is one of them. The arm rest can not only be used as a wrist pillow, but also to stop sweating and dispel heat, in the Tang Dynasty, the arm rest made of bamboo was directly called "Bamboo Lady", which was highly respected.

Many people always say that calligraphy must hang the wrist and elbow in order to show a sense of the overall situation. That's right, but it also has to be divided into ages, Sima Xu's current age is obviously not suitable for that set, and it would be better to have an auxiliary tool.

Of course, it is also because this child is Sima Xuan that he can afford to use his armrest.

An arm rest is not a study necessity, but a luxury. Wei Jue was born in the Wei family, and when he was a child, he didn't understand this, thinking that arm rests were very common, because he had more than one arm rest, jade, bamboo, agarwood, all kinds of patterns. He claimed to be a modern ordinary working public, but he didn't realize how naïve he was until he went to Luoyang Taixue. He used to think that the gap between the rich and the poor in the arm rest was at most reflected in the texture, just like a good brush and a bad brush, but later learned that only the family would use the arm rest in the Wei and Jin dynasties. Wei Jue studied in Luoyang for a long time, and only then did he realize how different he thought he was from everyone else.

From small to large, the image of the emperor of the TV series who can easily travel without being doubted is incredible; If you don't experience it yourself, how can a son of a family who grew up in such a poor and luxurious environment be a good pillar of the country?

Thinking about it a little too much, anyway, what Wei Jue meant was that if possible, he hoped that he would be able to talk about Sima Xuan in the future and personally feel what it means to live an ordinary person's life.

However, it is too early to say that this is all this.

Wei Jue turned his gaze to the side, what is Wei Xiaochong doing? He was sleeping on his back, leaning on the little friends around him, and he didn't know what it was like to be a teenager.

Under the jumping candlelight, Wei Chong's face that was seven or eight points similar to Brother Li, with the same naïve and immature and ignorant of the world as Brother Li, Wei Chong was even more squeamish than Brother Li, the kind of squeamishness that only children who grew up in a happy family environment and didn't worry about anything would have.

Wei Jue felt that Wei Chong's appearance was not good, and on the other hand, he couldn't help but want to spoil Wei Chong a little more, a little more, that was the child he looked at born and grown, Wei Chong is definitely not the cutest child in the world, but the cutest in Wei Jue's eyes.

[People can't help but want to pamper him a little more, isn't it a talent?] Tuoba Liuxiu stood behind Wei Jue and comforted Wei Jue and said, [Ah Chong is still young, the days ahead are so long, you are worried now, it is too early. Think about Wei Qi and Wang Ji, they're also very good like that, aren't they? Play at the age when you should play, and take responsibility at the age when you should take responsibility. In addition to analyzing the situation for Wei Jue, Tuoba Liuxiu, who rarely said so much in one breath, obviously made an exception today.

This difference attracted Wei Jue's attention: [I found that no matter who you call my family, you will either call him by his name, or say your grandfather, your mother or something, and he will only be so intimate when he is called Ah Chong, do you like him very much?]

[Of course.] Tuoba Liuxiu nodded, Wei Chong is the child he and Wei Jue watched grow up, just like yes, just like their child.

[I like him too.] 】

Wei Jue has become accustomed to communicating directly in his mind with Tuoba Liuxiu, although he occasionally can't control his thinking and says what he should only think, but in general, this form can express his thoughts more accurately, and reduce language misunderstandings as much as possible.

Humans invented language for better communication, but countless misunderstandings, lies, and injuries also originated from language

Wei Jue and Tuoba Six Cultivators rarely have this kind of trouble, not all because of Tuoba Six Cultivators' ability, but because they have long been inseparable from each other's trust.

From the time when Tuoba Liuxiu told him all six years ago, Wei Jue always had a feeling that the last obstacle between him and Tuoba Liuxiu had finally collapsed.

Wei Jue thought that apart from Tuoba Liuxiu, he would never find someone who trusted him and made him trust Rusi.

Even if that person will be his future lover.

If Tuoba Liuxiu were a woman, it would be perfect to be his lover. Unfortunately, there aren't that many perfect things in the world. Eh, why does the lover have to be a woman? The same goes for men! This is an era in which stirring up the foundation is a fashion trend! If you don't stir it, you're a little sorry for the openness of this era!

No, no, the point now is, can he accept it, can Tuoba Liuxiu accept it? Tuoba Liuxiu should be a straight man, right? It must be a straight man!

Sigh, I finally want to be a, but God doesn't appreciate it.

【What are you thinking?】

Wei Jue pretended that he didn't hear Tuoba Liuxiu's question, because he was afraid that he would accidentally say the mess in his mind. He directly took off his coat and handed it to his servant, and went to Sima Ji to check the notebook he had written before.

I have to say that Sima Xu, this kid is really talented in calligraphy, he has begun to show his style at a young age, and the most important thing is that His Royal Highness is diligent and can endure loneliness, and can calm down to practice day after day, which is a good material for learning calligraphy. If he wasn't the eldest son of the emperor, maybe he would have become a good calligrapher in the future: "It's a pity. ”

"What's a pity? Where did I write badly?" Sima Xuan stopped writing, raised his head and asked Wei Jue in a low voice. The enlightenment of his calligraphy was taught by Wei Jue, which is why he always lived in Wei Mansion, and he had to learn from Wei Jue.

Although Wei Jue insisted that he only enlightened Sima Wei in calligraphy, in Sima Jue's heart, he really took Wei Jue as his teacher, and sincerely hoped that one day the "third uncle" could become a "master", he has been working hard for this, and he felt that he would be recognized by Wei Jue sooner or later.

Wei Jue...... He actually didn't think about this at all, not only Sima Xu, but also the calligraphy enlightenment of all the little radish heads in the family was enlightened by him. There is no reason, he has leisure and good calligraphy.

It's really not Wei Juechui, after so many years of hard work, his calligraphy has become the most handy thing in addition to appearance.

Wei Jue can be said to be the leader of a hundred schools of thought and proficient in the body of the four books. Not only will Zhong Xuan's calligraphy in regular script be elegant and strong, but also can write his father Wei Heng's best Sa Lili calligraphy, even his grandfather Wei Heng is known as a god, his own style of cursive has learned the same. To tell the truth, every time he hears others praise him, he is super happy. Because this is his ability to practice hard and hard work, not to touch anyone's light, nor to borrow the convenience of any era, but purely rely on his own acquired skills, and the sense of accomplishment is bursting.

"No, you're very well written. Wei Jue circled a few of the best words written by Sima Xuan on the notebook with a cinnabar pen, and also whispered with Sima Xuan, "I just think it's a pity, you won't be able to specialize in this in the future." ”

Sima Xu's font will definitely look good in the future, but it is only limited to good looks, he is destined to be riddled with mundane things, and he can't become a great calligrapher like Wei Heng.

"Do you want me to specialize in this?" Xiao Zhengtai's eyes were like lightning like torches, and people couldn't resist them at all.

Wei Jue hurriedly shook his head: "No, no, no, if you really specialize in this, it will be the biggest waste of your talent."

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Sima Xuan learned everything very quickly, not only calligraphy, but also astronomy and geometry, history and Confucianism. In politics, he was particularly prominent, with a natural keen sense of smell, and from a very young age, he knew how to establish his authority among his few siblings, without anyone to teach him. Win over a group, suppress a group, and make friends from a distance, and sometimes play a little more slippery than his aunt who is the queen.

God shut up Emperor Jin Hui's brain, and then gave him an excellent sister-in-law as compensation.

"I'll work hard!" Although Sima Ji has not yet been crowned the crown prince, whether it is the people around him or himself, they have long understood the responsibility he will shoulder in the future, and he is very willing to bear the responsibility of his father and the emperor. Because...... His father, who was limited by congenital conditions, continued to work hard, so how could he waste his talent?

Wei Jue touched the child's head encouragingly: "You don't have to work so hard, you have to ......"

“…… Combine work and rest. Wei Xiaochong didn't even open his eyes, so he naturally picked up Wei Jue's words, and while he sat up slowly, he continued to close his eyes and stretched out his hand to Wei Jue and said, "Third uncle, hug." ”

Soon, a meatball full of milky flavor arrived in Wei Jue's arms.

Sima Xuan pursed his lips and continued to sit upright preparing to practice writing, but his eyes always looked at Wei Jue and Wei Chong uncontrollably, he also wanted the third uncle to hug him qaq but no, he was a prince, he had to be patient, he had to be patient......

Then, Sima Wei suddenly felt a burst of warmth, and he was also hugged by Wei Jue.

One left and one right, two jade balls.

Hum. Zhen. Danzi held his head high in disdain, walked leisurely from the door with cat steps, curled up in the warm place he had aimed at before, and stared at the pointed triangular ears with his hind legs, and his flexibility was >

The next morning, Wei Jue got up to exercise, and then he was ready to go to school.

I took leave for so long before, and I can't say it if I don't go to study too much. The two dumplings haven't gotten up yet, well, that's right, they simply slept with Wei Jue last night, and Tuoba Liuxiu's face was so dark that he could drip ink out of it all night.

When Wei Jue was boxing in the courtyard, Tuanzi would lie in the sun with his little hands covered and look at him, his head tilted to this side for a while, and then to that side, and occasionally made a comfortable snoring sound.

After Wei Jue finished punching, he walked under the wall and said to the group master: "Don't worry, I'll send you back today." ”

Tuanzi and Wei Jue looked at each other for a long time, and then suddenly slapped a paw on Wei Jue's face.

Wei Jue looked confused, what happened this time?

When the cat servant was ready to send the dumplings away, the dumplings simply couldn't find anyone.

Wei Jue felt that he understood a little: "Then don't send it for the time being?"

Tuanzi, who was hiding in the tree, saw that the cat servant had taken the cage, and sure enough, he reappeared and sent Wei Jue all the way from the yard to the gate of the Wei Mansion, and in the end, he barely raised his claws and let Wei Jue hug him.

"!!" happiness came too suddenly, Wei Jue was a little forgetful, and wanted to kiss Tuanzi's face.

As a result, he was once again slapped in the face by the dumplings, pushing his paws forward, tilting his head back, with a look of disgust, as if to say, two-legged beast, you give the uncle a moment to stop!