Seeing Wang Yuxi's shyness, Qin Ze suddenly had a smile on his face. Playing is what he likes, and only in this way can he feel familiar.

"What are you doing here?" But I didn't want Wang Yuxi's face to return to normal in an instant, and it became cold again.

This sudden change immediately made Qin Ze want to cry without tears. But he also knew that Wang Yuxi was still angry with himself at this time, so he could only bear it.

"I'm also the owner here, and besides, I have something to ask you for." Qin Ze shrugged his shoulders and once again put on his identity as a cheap owner.

Wang Yuxi didn't believe that Qin Ze had anything serious to ask for himself, maybe he had nothing to do.

Now the relationship between the two people is really delicate, and after this incident, there is a layer of window paper between the two people. But at this time, another Li Shiyun appeared.

Qin Ze's attitude towards Li Shiyun made Wang Yuxi feel a little displeased, just as Li Shiyun thought, although the two of them are sisters, they must not be sisters.

And now Qin Ze is really too unbearable, even if she is happy in her heart, she has to think about her future life. Don't ask Qin Ze to be rich and rich, but at least he has to be motivated, what does it mean to be like this?

So in two aspects, Wang Yuxi's attitude towards Qin Ze has become like this. And for Qin Ze, this is not the case, of course, he is not because of Li Shiyun. It's because he really has nothing, how can he be worthy of Wang Yuxi, a small nine-rank official who joined the army with his records.

He didn't want to be said to be a soft eater, and it was impossible for him to join the Wang family, so it was better to kill him.

Besides, Wang Yuxi is only seventeen or eighteen years old now, although his body has completely grown, Qin Ze always feels strange in his heart. Coupled with the fact that his body is only fifteen or sixteen years old, this is even more weird.

So at the moment, his plan is to wait for a while, at least to be a six- or seven-grade official, so that he can be worthy of Wang Yuxi.

Of course, it is impossible for Qin Ze to pass the imperial examination, at his half-baked level, it is difficult to write his name, and he has to take a fart to become famous. Therefore, for Qin Ze, how to mix up an official and a half-job is the key.

After all these reasons, the two of them have returned to such a mysterious state, they are both watching and waiting, waiting for the day when things will come to fruition.

Right now, Wang Yuxi stared at Qin Ze's eyes, wanting to see what he meant, but found that she couldn't see anything except the smirk on that face.

"What do you want me to help you?" Wang Yuxi frowned and asked with some curiosity.

How so? Qin Ze really had something to ask Wang Yuxi. He promised Lu Qu to write out the poem that would enter the wine, and he didn't write at that time. It has aroused the suspicion of some people, and if they don't take it out in the end, maybe these people will start to think about whether they really can't write.

Qin Ze can't write the secret that he can't be known. If it was known that Qin Ze, who could write famous poems from abroad, couldn't even write a word, what do you think of them.

Therefore, Qin Ze was happy to take this opportunity to come to Wang Yuxi as a matter of course.

"I made a poem today, which is shocking enough to reach the mouths of thousands of people. But I accidentally injured my hand today, and I couldn't bear everyone's begging, so I came to ask Miss Yuxi to help me write down the poem. ”

After saying this, let alone Wang Yuxi, even the second tiger on the side widened his eyes.

Qin Ze's hand hurts?

How is it possible, when this guy splashes Cui Hao and a few people with water, he is more jubilant than anyone else.

And what is shocking, should you describe yourself in this statement?

Of course, Wang Yuxi was already immune to Qin Ze's scoundrel character, and when he heard this, he only glanced at his mouth lightly.

"I wonder if Miss Yuxi can help?" Qin Ze leaned closer to Wang Yuxi again, as if he couldn't see that the distance between the two people was already a little too ambiguous.

Wang Yuxi glanced at Qin Ze angrily and took a step back. Reaching out and picking up a brush from the table, he pulled a piece of paper from which the ledger was recorded, and said, "I still have something to do, if it's just for this, I can help you." It's just that when I'm done writing this, you can leave quickly, and don't get in the way here. ”

"Getting in the way?" The corners of Qin Ze's mouth twitched fiercely a few times, but he still nodded and agreed. Anyway, today is just to ease the relationship between the two people, and now it's almost done, so there's really no need to fight here.

It was the piece of paper that Wang Yuxi pulled over casually, which made Qin Ze a little helpless. The paper used for this ledger is the cheapest rattan paper available today, and this thing is made of wild rattan. Naturally, it is not as smooth as rice paper, and it looks very rough.

Thinking that this poem would be exiled for a hundred generations, Jiang Jinjiu, was going to be written on such a random piece of paper, how could Qin Ze not feel sad for it.

But after thinking about it, he was also relieved: "Well, it's better than scribbling on the wall of the poet." ”

"You read it." Wang Yuxi dipped the ink and sat down, Qianqian held the brush in her hand, and was ready.

In Wang Yuxi's opinion, Qin Ze came to deliberately find nothing to do this time, so this poem is probably made by him casually. I also wanted to deal with it casually, and I didn't take this poem seriously in my heart.

But the truth is......

Qin Ze posed very coquettishly again, still using that indescribable voice of heroism and vicissitudes, and slowly read out the wine.

Just the first sentence made Wang Yuxi completely stunned, she didn't expect that Qin Ze really made a poem, and it was such a domineering poem.

The hand holding the pen was also frozen in mid-air at this moment, unable to drop the first stroke for a long time.

"The water of the Yellow River comes from the sky......"

Wang Yuxi loves poetry and is also a person who understands poetry. Naturally, I can see the beauty of this poem, and it can be said that just by relying on the first sentence of this opening, it proves that Qin Ze is definitely not talking nonsense.

"Miss Yuxi, why don't you use your pen." Qin Ze asked with a pretended disapproving expression, which would make him show modesty.

"Hmm." Wang Yuxi woke up from his intoxication, hurriedly answered, picked up the pen and began to write.

Her characters are the regular script that is now commonly used in the Tang Dynasty, but Wang Yuxi's characters have some calligraphy master Wang Xizhi's style.

The structure of each word is even and tight, and the overall arrangement is also like a array. And in this kind of regular script, there are also some flying white fonts.

Feibaiti is a kind of font with borrowed books as a template, its strokes are dry and parallel, and the strokes at the turning point are prominent, which is more used in vertical, lifting and horizontal strokes, and less used in other strokes.

Like Li Er, this font is used, but don't think how commonly used Feibai is it. Because there are more consecutive strokes in Feibai, it is generally used in cursive, and because of the particularity of the font, if the Feibai is used too much in the whole work, it will lead to looseness and weakness. Therefore, the general flying white body can only play an embellishment role in the whole work, mainly to win more with less, more with ingenuity, and more with refinement.

And Wang Yuxi's flying white body is narrow, revealing the agility of women's calligraphy. However, it is not suitable to write such a majestic general wine.

But Qin Ze didn't care, anyway, some of them were good to write, so he didn't believe that Lu Qu could still be happy.

After reading this song, Wang Yuxi had no thoughts of contempt at all, but instead held the brush in his hand and stared at the poems he wrote, but he couldn't say a word for a long time.

Qin Ze was not in a hurry, just stood aside, looking at Wang Yuxi's intoxicated appearance, not to mention how much he enjoyed it.

After half an hour, Wang Yuxi woke up slowly, slowly raised his head and looked at Qin Ze with a puzzled expression.

"Is this poem really written by you?" Wang Yuxi felt that her throat was a little dry, and she really couldn't see through Qin Ze. This poem gave her too much shock, she couldn't think of how Qin Ze could write such heroic verses with the appearance of a scoundrel.

This one after the other can no longer be said to be a judgment between the two, it is simply a judgment.

And after Qin Ze heard Wang Yuxi's words, the smugness on his face was also swept away.

"Feelings are so unbearable in her heart, what does this unbelievable face mean?"

Thinking of this, Qin Ze pursed his lips and said angrily: "No." ”

When Wang Yuxi heard this, he was relieved in front of Qin Ze. It felt as if he was afraid that this heirloom poem was really from the mouth of a scoundrel. It was really this poem that gave her the feeling that was so shocking that she didn't want to believe that it was written by Qin Ze.

But just when Wang Yuxi hadn't finished his breath, three words popped out of Qin Ze's mouth: "I copied it." ”

It's this broken excuse again, and these three words come out. Wang Yuxi didn't spit out a breath immediately, and directly choked her little face red, and kept stroking her chest and coughing.

If Qin Ze really wanted to be angry with someone, it would be a simple matter. So when he saw Wang Yuxi's appearance, he hurriedly came up and said, "Miss Yuxi, what's wrong?" Feeling unwell? Do you want to take the pulse of the girl below? ”

"Phew!" In response, Wang Yuxi snorted softly.

"Does this poem have a name?" Wang Yuxi, who had recovered, picked up the wine he had written and asked with an intoxicated face.

"No, or Miss Yuxi will give her a name." Qin Ze said to Wang Yuxi very temptingly.

There is really no way to take Qin Ze, such an excellent poem came to his mouth, but it seemed to be very casual. Letting Qin Ze compose poetry is composing cheap poems, because he doesn't have a bit of piety.

When Wang Yuxi heard this, he fell into deep thought, and he didn't know what he was thinking. Only then did he raise his head, look at Qin Ze solemnly and say, "You go and test your fame, right?" ”