Casually adding the remaining two talent points, Liu Zian clapped his hands and stood up from the ground.

"What's the matter, one by one, like a defeated rooster—"

Well, Liu Zi'an has been dealing with chickens a bit a lot these days, which is a habitual description.

"Brother Zi'an, help, Your Majesty's homework, we won't write it-"

Cheng Chubi and Li Siwen and a few of them, all with sad faces.

Liu Zi'an glanced at them in some surprise, are the children of the Tang Dynasty so honest? Don't you know that there's a term called a gunslinger?

"Buy a copy?"

As soon as Liu Zi'an's words fell, Cheng Chubi and a few people couldn't help but mourn and were overwhelmed with grief and indignation.

"We, we have been targeted by His Majesty - the wrestler who delivered the decree just now brought His Majesty's dictation, we must write it ourselves, and if we dare to hire someone to do our homework as before, we will smoke it to death-"

Liu Zi'an: ......

I haven't finished praising you before I stepped on the horse, and you guys are here to roll over for me?

"Your Majesty knows exactly what level we have, even if you buy one secretly, you can't hide the ...... of Your Majesty's eyes"

Liu Zi'an couldn't help but glance at them sympathetically, what a great sin this has been made, so that His Majesty Li Er is so resentful.

What else can I do?

Write it yourself!

Those who don't care about it, don't know grammar allusions, it's not a thing, understand the narrative of the third grade of primary school?

Time, place, people, events, plus personal feelings to a round, 600 words essay successfully completed.

This article is written in a simple and crude way, and even Cheng Chubi and Li Siwen themselves can't stand it, and they grinn while writing.

"Brother Zi'an, is it okay to write like this? Will we be beaten to death by His Majesty......"

A few people touched their buttocks with their hands with palpitations, and this ass followed them, and they were really wronged, and it was only a few days.

Liu Zi'an glanced at them with disdain, and wrote everything, what kind of big-tailed wolf is pretending?

"Why don't you write something like this?"

A few people, instantly dumbfounded.

Forget it, forget it, if you can explain things clearly in such a vernacular, you almost embarrass yourself to death, and you still expect to write flowers? A few people have also accepted their fate, what else can they do?

I guess Your Majesty, how many people do you want to beat yourself up again?

Looking at a few people, writing essays in the vernacular, Liu Zi'an couldn't help but move in his heart.

Lifting the brush, the brush brush also wrote an article in the vernacular.

Datang's first vernacular news report was successfully launched? Tsk, will it go down in history and become the originator of journalism?

Liu Zi'an, who successfully skinned a handful, was full of bad taste in his heart.

Cheng Chubi and a few of them turned their heads, yo, his own son Brother An, even wrote an article in the vernacular.

This is clearly to share the weal and woe with yourself and others!

Brother Zi'an, it's really righteous!

"Brother Zi'an, you are so good to us......"

Liu Zi'an: ......

What's going on?

I didn't do anything here—

Forget it, forget it, just be happy.

Cheng Chubi and a few of them were certainly made to wail by His Majesty Li Er's sudden homework, but the others were very happy. Even the resentment of being suddenly reduced to food has dissipated a lot.

This is the task assigned by His Majesty, if it is written brilliantly and enters the eyes of His Majesty, then it will not soar in minutes?

Therefore, the students of Guozi Sixth School are very excited to write, and many of them have stayed up all night, biting the brush, and painstakingly polishing and revising there, preparing for this blockbuster.

On the contrary, it was Cheng Chubi and a few of them, knowing that they were two times, and they didn't have any illusions, and after they finished writing, they threw away the pen and went back to the dormitory happily.

In other words, those little maids in Tuyuhun are all well-behaved and clever, and they have a bit of exotic customs, although they can only watch and can't eat, but it's okay to laugh at them, at least hundreds of times better than writing articles bitterly.

However, they were disappointed. Because tonight, Murong Shun still didn't come back. At this moment, Murong Yingyue really couldn't sit still. I came to Datang to propose to my brother, but as soon as my brother arrived in Chang'an, he let himself go, and he asked for a fart in this marriage.

Gotta get it back!

Murong Yueyue changed into a man's outfit, took his maid entourage, and went out to find his brother. It's also a heartbreak for this brother.

……

As for the matter of these brothers and sisters, Liu Zi'an is really not interested in care. But without a group of little girls called ponies to serve, life is really a little inconvenient......

Liu Zi'an: "Look at you guys, what else are you going to do-"

Looking at these five big and three thick guys, they didn't even know how to choose a dish, Liu Zi'an scolded angrily. Pit daddy, as soon as this Tuyuhun maid left, she changed from a fake horse to a real cook in a blink of an eye.

No, the shovel officer who also brought a groom and a dirt dog!

Liu Zi'an was cooking with resentment, and when he looked back, hey, a few guys who chose vegetables actually put the dishes away, got up and went to fight the landlord.

It's really a horse, lift the table!

Early the next morning, after breakfast, a few people used Liu Zi'an's copying artifact to copy it several times quickly, as for the quality, not to mention it, the words were enough to see, and the speed was simply miserable.

"Anyway, you can't run away and get beaten, why write so seriously?"

Looking at Cheng Chubi and Li Siwen, who were full of words, Liu Zi'an couldn't help but be speechless for a while.

Forget it, love what's wrong.

put the articles of several people together, and reached out to hand them to Qin Huaiyu, who was the oldest person.

"Go, send the wine to Kong-"

When Qin Huaiyu heard this, his face couldn't help but collapse, and he went out dejectedly. Written like this, who is willing to hand in homework (shameful).

Liu Zi'an didn't care about their careful thoughts, he went to feed his little white horse with his hands behind his back, and then went to the chicken pen to feed the chickens, brushing up on a wave of experience. Then I looked at my two happy little green onions and a few medicinal herbs that had just been planted yesterday.

A few flavors cherish the medicinal herbs, the momentum is good, although it has not yet spit out green buds, but the vitality has been much stronger than yesterday, look at this posture, as long as you wait for two more days, you can take root and sprout. The remaining two small shallots have recovered well, and they have regained their upright posture, but the leaves are missing again.

He glanced at Lu Bu, who was smiling, and silently withdrew his gaze.

"Little fresh shallots, I've really wronged you-"

Then, he reached out and clicked—and pinched a little more.

In other words, after receiving the benefits of Li Shimin, you have to fulfill your promise to others, and there is a "terminally ill" Kong sacrificial wine waiting for him to "save"?

For the sake of Datang, he can be regarded as heartbroken.

He pinched the little fresh onion, feeling that it was not enough to convince the public, and he didn't necessarily believe the main old man Kong Yingda.

You think, everyone is terminally ill, you can take a green onion leaf and cure it, and say that you can get better if you eat green onions, which is too. Liu Zi'an sighed silently, what else can I do, you are forcing me!

Forget it, it's all about healing and saving people!