"As for this second thing, I have to do it with you. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info Big brother has to do it first, and then you can do it!" Jiang Lingyun looked at Li Weiyang with doting eyes and said with a smile.

Jiang Lingyun planned to write the story that happened in the splendid Weiyang world into the form of words, and then let Li Weiyang enter the prince's mansion safely, and find an opportunity to present it to Prince Jingmu.

Jiang Lingyun's idea is very good, but the simplified words in the current society are not recognized at all in the splendid world.

The best thing to do now is to find someone who writes the letter and help write it.

Jiang Lingyun took Li Weiyang back to the bustling bazaar just now, and after walking a short distance, he saw a literati dressed as a scholar, who was sitting at a table reading a book at this time. The wooden sign next to the table reads: "Write letters on behalf of others".

Seeing that the person who wrote the letter was right in front of him, but Jiang Lingyun was now penniless and had no silver taels, who would help him do it for nothing? Jiang Lingyun really had no choice, so he could only rely on Li Weiyang, and Jiang Lingyun squatted down to Li Weiyang's ear and told Li Weiyang what to do.

I saw this Li Weiyang walking forward, came to the scholar and said in a long voice: "Big brother, I want to ask you to help me do something, can you?"

After hearing the little girl's voice, the scholar put down the book in his hand and said with a gentle smile: "What do you want my brother to do for you?"

"I want you to help me write a story about what my big brother told you. After Li Weiyang finished speaking, he pointed to Jiang Lingyun and said.

After listening to Li Weiyang's words, this scholar looked at Jiang Lingyun with his eyes in the direction of Li Weiyang's finger.

"Then I'll lend you pen and ink, and you can ask this big brother to write it for you!" the scholar looked at Jiang Lingyun with a literati look on his face and said.

"My eldest brother's right hand was injured and he couldn't hold a pen, and he left today, so when he was leaving, he said to tell me a good story, and I wanted to write it down and keep it as a memory for others to tell later. This reason was said by Jiang Lingyun to Li Weiyang, and it sounded full of loopholes, Jiang Lingyun felt a little prevaricated when he heard it, let alone the scholar.

Maybe this Li Weiyang was born to be likable, and this reason was said casually, but he didn't expect this scholar to agree, and then moved a stool from behind him and motioned for Jiang Lingyun to sit down.

Because Jiang Lingyun didn't want others to know everything that happened in this splendid world, Jiang Lingyun replaced all the main names that appeared in this story with other names, and then after telling the whole story, he asked the scholar who wrote the letter to write down the main characters such as Prince Jingmu, Tuoba Jun, and Tuoba Yu on another piece of paper.

In the end, Li Weiyang also asked the scholar who wrote the letter for some paper and ink, and came to the broken temple with Jiang Lingyun.

After coming to the broken temple, Jiang Lingyun took out the pen and ink, unfolded the content written by the scholar just now, and replaced the real name in the story, according to the scholar's words, and wrote the story in the entire splendid Weiyang world again, and after the ink was dry, he folded the paper, and then put it in Weiyang's inner pocket and said: "The content on this piece of paper, you must personally hand it over to Prince Jingmu, this is another thing that your father handed over to you, you must complete it seriously." ”

After listening to Jiang Lingyun's words, Li Weiyang asked, "Who is Prince Jingmu?"

Seeing that the sky outside the ruined temple had gradually darkened, Jiang Lingyun said, "Big brother, I'll take you to this Prince Jingmu tomorrow." ”

Because he was not entangled, he saw that it was getting late, and he would definitely not be able to catch up with Luoyang City now, so Jiang Lingyun and Li Weiyang planned to stay in this broken temple for one night.

Early the next morning, Li Weiyang got up and responded to the words: "The children of the poor are in charge early." ”

When Jiang Lingyun opened his eyes, he saw that Li Weiyang had woken up and looked at him with a smile.

Seeing Jiang Lingyun open his eyes, Li Weiyang said with a smile: "Big brother, you are still snoring when you sleep!"

"It's strange if you don't snore, for you, I'm almost tired after a day's journey yesterday. Jiang Lingyun said in his heart.

In the past, the first thing Jiang Lingyun did when he got up was to sign in, but now that the mobile phone is not by his side, he can't sign in if he wants to, Jiang Lingyun is a little pity for his five system coins and one experience point.

After sleeping in the corner of this dilapidated temple for a night, Jiang Lingyun only felt numb in his neck when he got up in the morning, and gently massaged it with his hands to slightly alleviate some symptoms.

"Did you sleep well last night?" Jiang Lingyun asked as he looked at Li Weiyang with a refreshed look.

"I slept soundly. Li Weiyang replied in a crisp voice.

Seeing that Li Weiyang was in good spirits, Jiang Lingyun got up and prepared to go to Luoyang City with Li Weiyang.

Maybe it was because he was hungry for too long yesterday, and now Jiang Lingyun doesn't have a little appetite, but if he doesn't eat, he definitely can't walk up. This Li Weiyang is estimated to be the same as himself, but this Li Weiyang is quite sensible, and would rather starve himself than complain to Jiang Lingyun.

When I walked out of the ruined temple, I saw a middle-aged woman in her forties, pushing a cart and selling biscuits.

Jiang Lingyun pulled Li Weiyang forward, and when the woman saw Jiang Lingyun coming, she thought she was buying baked cakes, so she said enthusiastically: "Do you want to buy baked cakes? ”

"We don't have any money. Jiang Lingyun looked at the woman and said.

"If you don't have any money, you just walk away. I don't give alms to beggars. The woman who sold the baked bread glared angrily.

"I don't need your charity, I'll give you an idea, and I'll let you sell out of pancakes soon. The reason why Jiang Lingyun said this was because Jiang Lingyun could feel the aroma of this baked cake from a distance, so the reason why no one bought this old woman's baked cake was not because of the quality, but because of the way.

Listening to Jiang Lingyun's tone, the woman said, "Don't fool me, I didn't sell a single baked cake early this morning, can you actually help me sell it out?" Although the woman didn't believe Jiang Lingyun's words, she was still quite looking forward to it.

"I didn't get you, if you want to sell these biscuits, first you have to give away ten biscuits for nothing, what do you think? And you have to give me twenty yuan, but these twenty yuan will be back to you in a while, all you lose is ten biscuits, give away ten biscuits, sell the whole frame of biscuits, what do you think?" Jiang Lingyun said mysteriously.

Looking at Jiang Lingyun's confident face, and thinking that not a single baked cake was sold in the morning, this woman wanted to take the risk and try it.