Back in his uncle's courtyard, Han Chen bathed and changed clothes, washing refreshingly.

Then, you have to splash ink and show what you think.

Time is running out, hurry up and write out "The Outer History of Confucianism", scold the readers, make a wave of fame, and develop wildly, so that you can have the opportunity to wrestle with the mastermind behind the scenes.

Dong'er saw that her uncle was going to write an article, so she hurriedly waited carefully, and her red sleeves added fragrance, which was also elegant.

There are 58 chapters of "The Outer History of Confucianism", about 400,000 words, and it takes a lot of time to write it out with a brush.

Even if Han Chen copied it down according to the memory in his head, it would not be able to do it in three or two days.

Under the hard work, I forgot the time, and wrote all the way to the palm lamp, and it never stopped.

Dong'er was on the side, pouring tea and water, grinding ink lightly, but her heart was quiet and joyful.

Surrounded by the faint fragrance of ink, my uncle worked hard to write, and his posture was focused and calm.

Unlike ordinary people who write articles, my uncle hardly has to think about it, as if he has a thousand words in his head, and he only hates that the pen is too slow.

Such a talent is rare in the real world!

The young lady has found a treasure.

My uncle's side face is really good-looking, handsome and handsome, and it is pleasing to the eye.

Originally, human beings are visual animals, and in modern terms, appearance is justice!

Dong'er's little maid looked at her uncle's side face, demented and stunned, and only hoped that her aunt and young lady would be well, able to grow old together, and full of children and grandchildren.

At that time, I would definitely have to be by my side, and I would be with Meimei for a lifetime, how good.

It's just that I'm the personal maid of the young lady, and I'm afraid that after the young lady gets married, she will promote herself and Chun'er to be the big maids in the room, which is really embarrassing!

However, Dong'er is willing to be a maid for her uncle.

Don't ask your uncle to be good to Dong'er, just don't forget the snub, at that time, Dong'er will definitely work hard to give birth to a son to her uncle and please her uncle!

Han Chen only wrote the first two times of "The Outer History of Confucianism", and Dong'er thought about what the names of their sons should be.

The little girl didn't have much thought, she only knew to worry about Miss before, and Miss was the sky.

Now, however, there is a new goal.

is full of hearts, be good with your uncle, and give your uncle a treasure......

Oh, my uncle is rich, and the child born to him and Miss must be surnamed Chu, so what should the son born to Dong'er give him?

Just as Dong'er was struggling with this huge problem, her uncle's voice came to her ears.

"If you're hungry, get someone to get some food."

Aunt Han put down the brush and stretched.

I wrote it for more than three hours in a row, and I made more than 10,000 words, in the Wu Dynasty, an absolutely prolific writer!

Han Chen never imagined that writing such a high-end thing would be a manual job.

This call was written down, it was late at night, not only the whole body was sore, but the stomach was hungry like a wolf, if it wasn't for the physical constitution that had been systematically transformed, I was afraid that it would have hit the street at this time.

Dong'er woke up from the problem of the century of "what should my son have his surname", opened her round mouth and sighed, and hurriedly ran out to fetch the meal that had been warm with a red face.

Aunt Han, who was watching, looked confused.

Is this girl feverish?

Blushing like that, when you go out, I'm afraid you'll be misunderstood by others, right?

Aunt Ben is clean and self-conscious, full of righteousness, it is impossible to tease you, a girl who has not grown up, you look like this, you have stained Uncle Ben's innocence out of thin air!

It's over, Aunt Ben is not clean!

Filling his stomach indiscriminately, Han Chen fell asleep with his head down, and Dong'er was both proud and distressed when he saw it.

My uncle is so talented and so hardworking, he is really a model for readers!

Early the next morning, Han Chen was woken up by Dong'er, but Chen Hou was good at learning from Chen Xiaoxiang, and came directly to the Yueguo Mansion in a carriage, only saying that he would take his brother for a ride, so that his brother would not walk and wear his feet......

Seeing Aunt Han yawning and climbing into the carriage in a daze, Chen Houzhao stroked his palms and laughed, like a sworn friend in later generations.

When they arrived in the peach forest, everyone was surprised and inexplicable, how did this Han Xianggong change sex today?

Monk Xuelang was very happy, and he felt that although this poetry meeting was lively, after all, he got along too little with Han Xianggong, and he couldn't get the real mention of everyone, which was a pity.

To put it mildly, at this time, the monk Xuelang is really like a fan brother who chases stars in later generations, even if he can stay with Aunt Han for a while, he feels refreshed.

"Yesterday, Master Xuelang invited me to join the Jinling Poetry Society, I really didn't have a talent, Han Chen was honestly afraid, and he obeyed his fate!"

As soon as Aunt Han's words came out, the members of the Jinling Poetry Society present were overjoyed.

This kind of small literati group pays the most attention to cohesion, and the members are also very close to each other, and now Aunt Han, the god of poetry, has joined the Jinling Poetry Society, which has simply raised the life of his own small group by several grades!

This is "Wu Dynasty Taibai" and "Jiangnan Su Laopo", in the future, when he encountered the scene of singing Aunt Han's poems, he threw off the folding fan, shook it lightly a few times, and then said lightly: "This Han Xianggong is my fellow friend of the Jinling Poetry Society!" ”

Oops, this feeling of pretending to be forced makes people's scalp tingle and tremble uncontrollably!

It is impossible for all the people present to be members of the Jinling Poetry Society, most of them are still literati who come to admire it.

When these people saw that Han Chen had joined the Jinling Poetry Society, they immediately pulled the people around them and asked, how can they follow up, and also mix into the poetry club to play, don't care if you can talk to Aunt Han, just mix up a name, and others don't know, Son, I am a little transparent in the Poetry Society!

Immediately, many people were slapped in the face by reality.

The Jinling Poetry Society is not so easy to join, there is a total of one leader, twelve alliance leaders, if you want to join, you need more than half of these thirteen people to nod.

The twelve league leaders are distributed all over the south of the Yangtze River, and it is impossible for them to gather in Ningbo, and if they want to join the society, they need to exchange letters and communicate with each other.

Now that Han Chen, the first person in Jiangnan, has joined, I am afraid that the standard of review will be raised by a few points.

As for why Han Xianggong was able to join the company on the same day...... Could it be that you can also make "if life is only as first seen", "the most unretained in the world" and "live up to it"?

Taking advantage of the lively atmosphere, Aunt Han threw out thunder again: "Meng Kui will not give up, he favors Han Chen, and he specially composes a poem to reward the leader!" ”

"Wu Dynasty Taibai" and "Jiangnan Su Laopo" are going to write poems again!

Everyone immediately gathered around Aunt Han and came to the low case with pen, ink, paper and inkstone, waiting to enjoy the release of the peerless masterpiece.

I saw Han Chen roll up his sleeves, pinch the pen, ponder slightly, and write like a god!

"Gift to the head of the Jinling Poetry Society, Master Xuelang

It's not a bitter reputation for people, it's also mad and chivalrous.

Shine on people's courage like Qin Shiyue, and send me love like a mountain on the clouds. ”

It wasn't until the last word was written that there was an earth-shattering cheer from the crowd, and the Xuelang monk's expression seemed to be crying and laughing, and there were tears in the corners of his eyes, but he was thinking in his heart: The little monk is ashamed of it, and he praised it falsely!