Ying Zheng, who returned to the chaotic apartment, lay on the bed and rested for a while. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

She thought about the ceiling for a moment, then pulled a book out of her bosom, turned it over, and spread it out.

This is exactly the notation she got from Professor Synny.

The paper is different from what you want and what company you want, and the paper of the receipt form and agreement of what company you want is entered with your mind, and the paper of the character score is just paper, but for Ying Zheng, she also can't put it down.

The writing tools of the Qin Dynasty were mainly bamboo slips, and the luxury would use silk fabrics, that is, silk books, which were light and soft and easy to carry.

There was no paper then.

Zhao once bought her a special knife for engraving when she was young, and the knife was with her for a long time, and she would sharpen it when there was a little rust, so it became sharper and sharper.

In the end, it was pierced into the flesh of the person, and the blood was splashed everywhere, and it was Zhao's flustered and comfortable eyes.

It was as if years of forbearance and resentment had been released.

Ying Zheng will never forget.

She personally put the knife back into Zhao's hand, and before she could take it back, Zhao took her hand to assassinate that person, that filthy villain.

She remembered the sound of the blade stabbing into the flesh vividly, and now she lost all her complete oblivion for an unknown amount of time.

For a while, the lettering blade became her nightmare.

Ying Zheng touched the smooth and delicate paper, picked up the score, touched into the dark living room, and came to the movie screen at the door.

"A pen and ink, a good rabbit brush, ink at will. ”

After a while, the property system delivered the stuff.

Ying Zheng turned on the soft light, spread out the calligraphy in the living room, and began to write when he dipped the brush in ink.

She can write calligraphy, thanks to her subordinate general Meng Tian.

The first word in each column should be an interstellar script, and each line, except for the first word, is from ancient times to the present in the order of history.

The earlier, the more you miss.

Fortunately, she has a cheat device called the screen, which can convert and translate different texts.

Ying Zheng and Professor Xingni had reached an agreement that Professor Xingni could lend her a month's worth of calligraphy, and she would have to work full-time at the university for that month.

She thought about it, maybe he was afraid that she would run away.

I vaguely guessed that this month was an observation of her.

In Professor Synny's subconscious, she has a secret in her, and a secret that will surprise him.

She wanted to rob her, but she also wanted her to leave the Third Military Academy safely.

No, Professor Synny would not give her the notation, she knew the temper of such an old literati.

If she does, she will never break her word.

I don't mind giving Professor Xingni a surprise, filling in the character spectrum is hard work, Yingzheng has always been unforgettable, just copy this time, and the interstellar text can be regarded as knowing seven or eight points.

Writing and writing, Ying Zheng's arm was a little sore.

Glancing at the time on the wall, she stopped.

From the drawer, she took out the food that Yinzhen left her last time, filled her stomach, and drank some water.

She has a bad stomach.

So when she used to correct political documents at night, her stomach was always uncomfortable, and she was not in a good mood when she was uncomfortable.

If you are in a bad mood, you love to throw bamboo slips.

But she would always ask someone to go in in the middle of the night to pack up the bamboo slips, and the food that was good for her eyes would be served to her stomach.

Although she loves to make trouble, whenever a palace person does something wrong, there is no big mistake, and she has never severely punished the palace people.

Ying Zheng leaned on the cushions on the sofa, looking at the neatly stacked coffee table, his eyes were gloomy.

Although I signed an agreement with a company that wanted something, I used to give it up if I wanted to.