"I'm not...... Gao Yue pinched the bridge of his nose that was almost broken, and struggled to sit up from the scrolls on the ground, "Ah, ah, you kicked my nose and bleed." ”

"Bang" again, and the ball fell straight down again, smashing on Gao Yue's head, Gao Yue staggered, his eyes were full of stars, and he lay down on the ground with a bang.

"Lang Jun, Lang Jun." Hearing this continuous shout, Gao Yue opened his heavy eyelids, his mind was dizzy, and he seemed to have returned to modern times in a trance, "Don't, don't rush my manuscript anymore...... If I don't pay enough money, I'm going to bury mines in the script......"

Then he saw the dense rafters and bucket arches on the scripture writing workshop, and a circle of male and female scripture students with their faces pasted, their eyes blinking, and it seemed that they had been seriously short-sighted after copying books for a long time, and shouted affectionately, "Lang Jun, Lang Jun, are you okay!" ”

"Ahh Gao Yue shouted, straightened up from the Hu bed, and several students were so frightened that they all took two steps back, and then Gao Yue touched his nose, fortunately it was not disconnected, but it was just red and swollen.

After a few steps, the female scripture student who kicked herself with a bow ball, looked at herself, leaned on the scripture copying platform, disturbed her hair bun, and said, "It's all scattered, it's all scattered, this is too much of a student, it's all a misunderstanding, let's be busy with their own!" ”

The students all sighed, and then scattered and walked away, going to their respective scripture copying stations to copy the Buddhist scriptures.

Then seeing Gao Yue covering his nose and slowly approaching him, the female economist dodged her eyes, grabbed the back of her neck, and muttered, "I'm sorry, I thought you were in the same group as that scoundrel." ”

Looking closely, although this female student is half-dressed and has her hair in a messy bun, she still looks quite beautiful, and she is about 20 years old.

"Excuse me......" Gao Yue pinched his nose, frowned, and continued to ask in a very nasal voice.

"Don't ask, it's a misunderstanding to kick Langjun's nose, and the little woman is also very guilty, but really don't claim compensation from the little woman, the little woman is almost out of the pot now." The female student stretched out her hands and closed her eyes tightly, indicating that she resolutely did not accept Gao Yue's request.

"No, I'm looking for a female student who is very good at juju. Excuse me, Ms. (the Tang people respectfully call women Ms.), the high surname, the big name. ”

"Wu, Wu Cailuan."

After a while, in the backyard of the scripture writing workshop, the scriptures were piled up, and an elm tree with a large leaf cover was in the courtyard, Gao Yue sat on the Hu bed under the tree, continued to rub the bridge of his nose, and intermittently explained the meaning, saying that he could pay the full price, and asked this female scripture student named Wu Cailuan to transcribe the "Cut Rhyme" for herself and the entire "Taofen Shed".

As long as there is this book, it will be much more convenient and accurate to do poetry in the future, and the problem of rhyme can be avoided to the greatest extent, after all, the poetry in the Tang Dynasty examination room has very trivial and strict requirements for rhythm.

Wu Cailuan pulled up her skirt and tied it on her belt, and her lower body was wearing Hu Feng trousers that were convenient for labor, and when she heard Gao Yue's request, she simply agreed, "Yes!" But the little woman has been unlucky recently, and she has met a few sluts who have copied the accounts, especially that Guo Xiaofeng, and often calls the evil boy to bully the little woman. It's okay to ask the little woman to copy the rhyme, but she has to pay cash. ”

"I wonder how much it costs?"

Wu Cailuan laughed, and then raised five fingers, "A small block cut rhyme, 11,000 and 500 words, 5,000 yuan!" ”

Good guy, 5,000 yuan is five yuan, which means that for every two words Wu Cailuan writes, he has a penny, which is much more expensive than his previous screenwriting script in that era.

Who told Wu Cailuan to monopolize the copying of the book Che Yun, and the book of Yun is now very popular?

But now is not the time to worry about money, Gao Yue immediately took out all the money he brought with him and paid it to Wu Cailuan.

"Who introduced you?" Wu Cailuan saw that he was a straightforward person, so he asked.

Gao Yue looked around, and whispered to her that it was the owner of the Red Peony Pavilion who introduced him, saying that there was a female scripture student in the scripture writing workshop of Shengye Temple, and Keju and Xiaokai were very powerful, but I didn't expect to feel the former in person today.

Wu Cailuan snorted twice and said, "It turned out to be Xue Xinruo's guy." Then she introduced that she was also a female champion, and "Cailuan" was her road number, and she had known Xue Yaoying before.

Why did a female crown Taoist aunt go to Shengye Temple to copy the Buddha scroll as a female scripture student?

Before Gao Yue could think clearly, he heard the sound of Sasha Shasha, as if countless insects were gnawing at the bark of the tree, dense and fast:

It turned out to be under the big elm tree, Wu Cailuan picked up a small pen, and went straight to the paper scroll that was unfolded on the copying wooden frame, writing hard, the speed was so fast that Gao Yue was speechless, this is not like the wrist strength that a woman can have, only to see a small block letter, flying out under her pen, but there is no pen, the strokes are extremely clear, and the font is extremely beautiful and upright.

What's even more terrifying is that Wu Cailuan transcribed without a minute or a second of blockage, which means that the entire "Cut Rhyme", a total of 11,500 words, are all memorized in her heart, mind and wrist, and then accurately flow on the paper through the tip of the pen.

This is simply a copy of Ku Ding's interpretation of the cow, Wu Cailuan copied and cut the rhyme, it is completely like a grand dance, a dance created by pen and ink!

After a while, Wu Cailuan probably felt that his right hand was tired, so he changed his left hand and continued to copy.

The terrible thing is that the small block written by the left hand is actually the same as the one written by the right hand!

Just when Gao Yue sighed, in just one hour, Wu Cailuan shook his wrist, pinched his neck a few times, put the pen down, and then rolled the paper into a shaft, saying, "Lang Jun, the cut rhyme has been completely transcribed!" ”

"Oh." Gao Yue stared, and didn't care about the injured nose, trembling his hands took out the rhyme scroll and opened it, and the small block of more than 10,000 words was squarely and densely displayed in front of him, and the last part was stamped with a small seal by Wu Cailuan, and the seal pattern was a tiger.

"Don't worry, Langjun, it's not a bad word." Wu Cailuan is extremely confident.

Who wants to take the next step, Gao Yuejing bowed down to himself, he was completely impressed by Wu Cailuan's miraculous skills, "Actually, there is a request in the late life, that is, to learn the eight-point regular script from the refiner!" ”

Because Xue Yaoying reminded him before, "I Tang Dynasty uses calligraphy as an art, so both men and women practice regular script, and words like Yi Song you, even if the poems and rhymes are smooth, the possibility of being ranked down because of the ugliness of the words is ninety out of nine, I don't know how you ignored it before, it is really 'unforgivable'." And I Tang Kechang, officialdom common calligraphy only one kind, that is the eight-point regular script, up to the Holy Emperor, down to the Li Minshu people, are proud of the work of the eight-point regular script, this is really the fundamental skill of life, must be refined. Yaoying introduced you to the female scripture student, and there is this kind of purpose in it. ”

Hearing Gao Yue's request, Wu Cailuan was also a little stunned, but looking at the sincerity and seriousness on Gao Yue's face, he knew that he was not joking.

So Wu Cailuan grabbed the falling horse bun, then raised his eyes, looked at the branches and leaves of the elm tree, sighed and said seriously, "It's not impossible for Gao Langjun to teach you, but from now on, you can't write for three years, and then come to the little woman." ”