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Qin Ying listened to Li Chengqian's unkind tone, and knew that if he didn't follow him again, he would refute his face, so he hurriedly lowered his attitude and said, "...... Qin didn't dare. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info"

The copywriting of the Ministry of Rites was to be made quickly, and he offered to help, but she couldn't push it off politely, so why not accept his favor? She doesn't ask for gratitude, but she can't stand in the way of others' thoughts of repaying gratitude, right?

Li Chengqian glanced at Qin Ying again, and picked up the heavily embroidered tent to reveal half of the couch, so that her eyes could reach the small table in front of the couch, as well as the paperweight and silk book on it. I was sitting in front of the desk and pouring water and ink. As the prince of a country, he is willing to do the work of a scribe for her.

Qin Ying stretched out the sheet with both hands and sat up with difficulty on the edge of the couch. Seeing his drooping eyelashes trembling slightly, Qin Ying was a little stunned.

Qin Ying in her previous life knew that his face was born well, but unfortunately she didn't know what the building was close to the water, pushed him aside, and finally died on the charge of having an affair with him.

If she could have foreseen that she would die because of him, she should have had a good time and be convicted of a trumped-up crime.

In this life, Qin Ying has fulfilled his long-cherished wish and eaten and wiped the little Langjun with red lips and white teeth in front of him, but I don't know if the affair with him will be revealed in the future, and whether he will die because of it in the end.

"How do you start writing?" Li Chengqian seemed to notice her dull gaze, put down the ink block in his hand and turned his eyes to her.

Qin Ying came back to his senses when he called him, and said, "Write two sentences of compliments on the scene first." She thought that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince was born as a supreme and noble master, and he had never patted other people's ass, and then taught him to put gold on people's faces one by one.

Li Chengqian endured the huge weirdness in his heart, and wrote it down in a very smooth white book according to Qin Ying's reading.

Qin Ying caught a glimpse of his neatly printed handwriting and waved his hand, "Your Highness's flying white book is too obvious. At a glance, people can know that Qin has found a ghostwriter. Try to make the words ugly. ”

He pulled the corners of his mouth and rested the pen on the pen mountain, holding his hands on his knees and being silent for a long time, even so long that Qin Ying thought he was angry. When Qin Ying racked his brains to prepare a coaxing speech, Li Chengqian suddenly turned sideways, took out a silk book from under his jade pillow, looked at Qin Ying word by word, and said in a very disgusted tone: "Can't your words look better?" ”

Qin Ying saw the crumpled silk book in his hand, and somehow felt that it was familiar, and looked at it carefully for a while, recognizing that it seemed to be a letter from Gu Bei General of the Military Government to send an official messenger to Chang'an in a hundred miles when he was in Youzhou. However, how could his own letter to His Majesty be here with the Prince?

Thinking of this, her face burned a little, and finally embarrassedly squeezed out a sentence: "This is what I wrote with my best efforts." ”

"I believe you." Li Chengqian found that her ears were red, and he was afraid that she would be uncomfortable again, so he said to her hesitantly. Qin Ying fainted in his arms just now, and Li Chengqian was at a loss for a while before he thought about helping people into his bedroom.

At this time, Li Chengqian spread the handwritten book written by Qin Ying in the past by his hand, pressed it with a dark paperweight, and copied it according to her dog's crawling handwriting.

Qin Ying stretched his neck to read the silk book, and then praised sincerely: "Your Highness is good at copying. ”

"Huh?" He rewrote those flashy flattering sentences, and thought about when Qin Ying had seen him write with a pen in the past. He thought he had a good memory, but his thoughts were fruitless, so he glanced at Qin Ying inquiringly.

She felt that she had made a mistake, touched her nose and laughed. That's all from the previous life, but I can't forget it in this life.

In his previous life, although Qin Ying was the doctor of the Hanlin Academy, he was arranged by His Majesty to be on duty in the East Palace for a long time.

Li Chengqian's leg disease was no longer hindered for a while, and His Majesty asked him to return to the Xiande Hall to study, and invited three teachers to the prince: Taishi, Taifu, and Taibao. It is intended to urge him to make up for the homework he has missed before, and to be qualified to take on the great cause of heaven as soon as possible. These three divisions had very strict requirements for Li Chengqian, and they would assign a lot of copying homework every day.

His Royal Highness the Prince, who had just recovered from a serious illness, didn't want to write, but he didn't dare to disobey the three honorable teachers in a grand manner, so he asked his companion to copy his homework for him. Qin Ying stands by Li Chengqian's side every day and is clear about this matter.

Later, the third division saw that the handwriting of the homework handed in was similar, so he punished Li Chengqian for copying double homework.

Li Chengqian was used to opportunism, and after returning to the Lizheng Palace, he put two very transparent plain white silk books together on the bamboo slips, and raised his wrist to copy them with a very thin pen.

How much ink it costs to pass through two silk books in one stroke was something he had studied before. Therefore, his copying kung fu was practiced quite vigorously in less than three days.

The third master of the crown prince got his homework, and praised in unison that His Royal Highness the prince's handwriting was exactly the same as the one printed.

He bowed his hand, pretending to be modest and saying that he stayed up until the third watch last night before resting.

At that time, Qin Ying stood behind Li Chengqian, listened to his unashamed words, and couldn't help but laugh and endure hard.

Li Chengqian, who was able to copy the printed text, gave up his flying white book to copy her dog crawling characters, and he was really wronged: Qin Yingsi and the corners of his mouth raised slightly, as if he had picked up a treasure bead that had been dusted for a long time.

Li Chengqian finished writing the beginning according to Qin Ying's draft and handwriting, and impatiently knocked on the table with the barrel of a pen, reminding Qin Ying to continue dictating the copy of the Mid-Autumn Palace banquet.

They cooperated like this, and in less than two moments, they had finished transcribing all the contents of Qin Ying's draft.

Li Chengqian leisurely brushed the pen with his right hand, and teased at Qin Ying casually: "I feel that your copywriting still can't pass this time, because the handwriting is a barrier that is difficult to cross." ”

Qin Ying pursed her lips, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who was suspicious of the poisonous tongue in his heart, would feel lonely in life if he didn't tell the truth in the most ugly way.

After slandering Li Chengqian several times in succession, Qin Ying showed a look of pity and said, "If this is the case, Your Highness's hard work just now will be in vain." After that, she took out the manuscript and was about to provoke him to show a displeased look, "Thank you Your Highness for giving me ink, Qin will leave." As he spoke, he lifted the sheet off his body.

Li Chengqian hung the wolf pen back on the pen holder, tucked the unstable quilt corner with his free right hand, and then touched Qin Ying's forehead, feeling still a little hot, so he said with a cold iceberg face: "Rest for a while." ”

The most frustrating thing in the world is that you are ready to fight him, only to find that the other party does not accept your tricks at all, and even refuses to perfunctory you.

Qin Ying was wrapped back in the sheet by him and began to sulk.

Li Chengqian didn't bother to guess which tendon she was wrong, so he approached Qin Ying with a body of ink fragrance and squeezed into a soft couch with her. (To be continued.) )