"Do you think I'm a heretic?" Zhao Shuo's gaze swept over the faces of the three of them, and he said with a smile: "So you stay away from me, so as not to be dragged by me when you get to." ”

"Childe said that he laughed, the Wu Dynasty never punished crimes with words." Chen Shanshan said.

"Maybe!" At the same time, Zhao Shuo slandered in his heart: Where did you get the confidence to say this? You ask your father to say in front of the emperor, "The prince will have a kind of Xiangning", and see what happens to your father.

Chen Tai avoided Zhao Shuo's gaze and tugged at his sister's sleeve, and said, "Brother Haotian, don't worry, we are not talkative people." ”

Zhao Shuo nodded and said, "That's the best, we can usually discuss arithmetic with each other." ”

Chen Shanshan blinked her eyes and said, "Childe is wrong, it's us who ask for advice."

Chen Tai echoed: "What the sister said is reasonable. ”

"Don't be a son, just call me Haotian." Zhao Shuo paused and said, "I'm used to going with me, and I usually don't pay much attention to etiquette, so I'll bear with you if there is any rudeness." ”

Zhong Yueyue pouted and said, "You still know etiquette?" We almost ate your closed door today, and I still treat you as a friend. ”

Zhao Shuo apologized: "If I'm wrong, don't keep it in mind." ”

Chen Tai smiled indifferently: "My sister and I have long forgotten. Chen Shanshan nodded "um" on the side.

"If I had taken it to heart, I wouldn't have allowed them to come to you." Zhong Yueyue pinched the teacup in her fingers and turned around, and asked, "Qianqian said that you went to the Baihua Pavilion yesterday to talk about what kind of soap business?" ”

Zhao Shuo nodded "um" and said, "I'll come up with the formula, and I'll leave the rest to them." By the way, did Qianqian misunderstand anything? ”

"That's not true, not to mention that Imperial Physician Wang also told you." Speaking of this, Zhong Yueyue's face turned red, and said: "If you talk about business, you can talk about business, why go to that kind of fireworks place." ”

Zhao Shuo smiled: "How can you talk about business without eating, drinking, or playing?" There's a lot of Taoism in there. ”

"You seem to know everything about feelings, could it be that you still have business?" Zhong Yueyue looked at Zhao Shuo angrily.

"I know a lot of things, and I know a little bit." Zhao Shuo smiled weirdly and said, "Do you want us to discuss a grain of rice again?" ”

In an instant, Zhong Yueyue's face turned pale, and she lost her voice: "Don't, you better let me go, I can't eat for a few days." ”

Chen Shanshan pulled Zhong Yueyue's sleeve and said suspiciously: "Yueyue, what are you talking about?" ”

A grain of rice? Chen Tai looked at Zhao Shuo for a while, and looked at Zhong Yueyue for a while.

Zhong Yueyue held Chen Shanshan's hand and warned sincerely: "Shanshan, don't ask, if you ask, it is estimated that you won't be able to eat." ”

？？？？ Chen Shanshan blinked her eyes, but she couldn't understand how Yueyue could be afraid of a grain of rice.

"He's learning strange things." After Zhong Yueyue glanced at Zhao Shuo, she said angrily: "He said that he learned the way of things, biology, arithmetic, Chinese and foreign history, mountains and rivers geography, but he didn't learn the Four Books and Five Classics." ”

Zhong Yueyue: "Huh? He asked, "No wonder Brother Haotian's words are so... Clarity and refinement. ”

"Ahem! Cough! Cough! ”

Zhao Shuo coughed heavily, ugly is ugly, and what is clear and refined, I dare not be ashamed.

"Well, I basically don't use a brush, I always use... A quill pen made of goose feathers. ”

"Quill?" Chen Taihu was suspicious.

"Yes, I only used a quill for the speed of writing and the small print, so I never picked up a brush after that."

Chen Shanshan asked in a low voice: "Brother Haotian, can you take a look?" ”

"I haven't written lately, so I haven't made it." Zhao Shuo felt a little weak in his heart, the quills were just a lie he told, and he had never made it.

Hearing this, Zhong Yueyue said disdainfully: "Do you have Qianqian in your heart?" Qianqian is waiting for your reply. ”

"I ......" Zhao Shuo was speechless, how could he talk about Qianqian in a good way?

"What am I?"

"I'm wrong!" Zhao Shuo's scalp suddenly went numb, this woman is so difficult.

Zhong Yueyue was like a winning rooster, took out the edge of the paper and put it in front of Zhao Shuo's table, and said, "Write now, just use a brush, and I'll send it to Qianqian later." ”

In an instant, Zhao Shuo's forehead was covered with black lines, and his feelings were prepared and had been planned for a long time.

But what to write?

Zhao Shuo frowned, and lifted Xiao Yejin into deep thought.

Do you want to change the poem? Whose poems can be changed? It's really a book that I hate less when I use it, and that's it.

"Qianqian: Its Fourteenth" sat down and gave a several times, and the red wall of Yinhan looked into the distance...... In the second and seventh years of the year, the poor cup of wine never went away.

"You're writing poetry again?" Zhong Yueyue stared at her big eyes and raised her voice.

Zhao Shuo ignored Zhong Yueyue, but folded the paper in half and handed it to the painting, and said, "Don't peek, this is what I wrote to Qianqian." ”

Seeing that Zhao Shuo didn't show it to a few people, Zhong Yueyue pouted and said, "It must be the bright moonlight in front of the window again, and the window in front of the window is the window ......" Speaking of this, she couldn't help laughing.

"Hee-hee, just change one word, haha."

Chen Tai lowered his head and shoulders trembled slightly, and Chen Shanshan covered her face with a light veil.

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"Brother Shuo is so bad!" Yang Qianqian blushed and held the paper on her chest, and said that she couldn't compose poetry, so she was obviously good at it.

"Twenty-seven years in the second and seventh months." This made Yang Qianqian can't help but think of the days on the island, Brother Shuo is really bad, ashamed of Qianqian.

"Miss, what did Childe write?" The painting stretched her neck, very curious.

"It's nothing, just a poem." Yang Qianqian held the paper and read it again, then picked up the book from the bookcase and sandwiched the paper inside, and finally stored the book in the compact red sandalwood.

"Painting, you tell me about Brother Fang Caishuo's writing of poetry."

"...... at the time"

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"Be stingy." Zhong Yueyue muttered.

Zhao Shuo said angrily: "How can this be said to be stingy? This is a private matter between me and Qianqian. ”

Zhong Yueyue asked, "Which one did you copy?" ”

Zhao Shuo took a sip of tea and said, "It's not in the poetry collection, if you want to know, ask Qianqian." ”

"I'm going to go, I'm going to see what poems you've written." After Zhong Yueyue finished speaking, she quickly stood up and tidied up her skirt slightly.

"Farewell!"

"Don't send it!"

When the two brothers and sisters saw Zhong Yueyue leaving, they also hurriedly stood up and saluted, and then chased after Zhong Yueyue.

After the three of them left, Zhao Shuo returned to the recliner.

"Clean, how good."

"It's a pity that the soap workshop will be busy when it gets up."

Well, we have to think of a way to quickly open up sales.

Why don't you go to Yang Shoufu to help make a tribute?

Forget it, it's better that the old guy has less contact with him, if it weren't for Qianqian's non-marriage to him, it is estimated that he will be killed by him sooner or later.

Granddaughter slave is good, this Shousuke-sama is really cute.

However, we really have to think carefully about how to quickly open up sales channels.

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