Zhang Xiao ran out of dinner with difficulty, the time was still early, if in the later life, he would definitely go to the study, but here, he is really "gold and jade outside of it", the owner of the memory of the future generations of him is completely forgotten about the original, the most headache for him is the current literacy hyphenation......

Today, he was almost discovered in the court, Zhang Xiao looked at the female official in the palace who was cleaning up the meal, and suddenly thought of the saddle stirrup that he talked about when he came back in the afternoon, so he got up and called Wei Jia and said, "Go, follow me to the study." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

As soon as Wei Jia heard the prince's instructions, he put down the work in his hand and immediately walked into the study, pushed open the door, and the dust rose into the sky, Wei Jia smiled and explained when he saw this: "The prince has not cleaned up much here for a few days after he went out......

It is really worthy of being a prince, the sycophant kung fu is really first-class, Zhang Xiao looks at the study, there are cobwebs, and the desk not far away is full of dust, it looks like the dust on the roof has fallen, so I'm afraid that no one has been here for a long time.

Zhang Xiao waved twice with his hand and blew his nose with his hand; "Go find someone to clean it up, it will be useful later."

The queen gently soothed King Zhao's shoulders, and wanted to lie here quietly and enjoy the comfort at the moment when dealing with a day's political affairs. The queen gently grabbed King Zhao's scalp with her hand, the strength was just right, one more strength was heavy, and one less point was useless.

While relaxing her body for King Zhao, the queen motioned for the palace people to retreat with her eyes, until she heard the sound of the door closing, and the queen whispered in King Zhao's ear: "Your Majesty, are you thinking about the affairs of the prince?" ”

King Zhao changed his lying posture, put his face on the queen's lap, and said reluctantly: "What's the matter with him?" ”

The queen's gesture remained unchanged, and she leaned over and said in King Zhao's ear: "Last time, the prince said that he wanted to choose a concubine for him before he left the palace, and then the prince was hunted down and killed, and the matter was not mentioned again, and now the prince is back......"

Hearing the queen say this, King Zhao's closed eyes opened, and he chose the crown princess lightly to choose a family affair for the prince, and to be the mother of a country in the future.

King Zhao didn't get up immediately, he still looked at the queen and said, "Do you have a candidate in your heart?" ”

At this moment, the choice of the crown princess is actually the selection of daughters from among the ministers under King Zhao. The door was right, and so it was at the time.

A family's lifestyle and culture are inherited or evolved from generation to generation in a family, and even if the surrounding environment changes, it will not change easily. If the two families have similar living habits and similar views on real things, they will have more common language in life, common happiness, mutual appreciation for a longer time, and lasting vitality of marriage.

The queen actually wanted to recommend the women in her clan very much, but she also knew that the prince was stubborn by nature and didn't like to learn much, so she was afraid that there would be no one to choose such a woman in the clan, so she asked softly: "Do you think Huo Chengjun is feasible?" ”

When King Zhao heard this, he asked thoughtfully: "But Huo Chengjun who refers to Song Yu's "Yangchun White Snow"? ”

As soon as she heard King Zhao say this, the queen was eager to try: "The king also knows her? ”

When King Zhao heard the queen ask, he sat up, stretched his shoulders and said: "When Song Yu answered the question of the King of Chu, Song Yu said that there were singers who lived in the Yingzhong of the Chu State, and when they first sang "Xia Riba People", there were thousands of people in the country who sang it. When the singers sang "Yang Axue Lu", only a few hundred people in the country sang it. When the singer sang "Spring and White Snow", there were only dozens of people in the country. When some difficult techniques are added to the song, that is, "attracting business and carving feathers, mixed with liuzhi", there are only three or two people in the country who sing it. Song Yu defended himself for the first time, but Huo Chengjun was still in Chu at that time, and he introduced the qin to the door the next day......"

The queen of King Zhao forgot to beat her back, King Zhao glanced at it and signaled to continue, and talked eloquently: Huo Chengjun first played and sang "Xia Riba People", bees and butterflies became directions, and then when he played and sang "Yang A Xue Lu", Yingdu Chu people were empty, and finally when he sang "Yangchun White Snow", he heard that the sound of Yingdu was lingering, and it was endless for three days, just like Han E was alive......

After talking like this, King Zhao still said with a little yearning: "I really want to see such a strange woman!" ”

Hearing King Zhao's praise like this, and even the gods have been friends for a long time, the queen smiled lightly and said: "Your Majesty, you don't know that he is Lin Qing's adopted daughter!" ”

Hearing the queen say that she was Lin Xiangru's adopted daughter, King Zhao said thoughtfully: "How did I say that when I first asked, Lin Xiangru avoided talking about it, that old fox!" ”

The palace maids hurriedly came here to clean up, Zhang Xiao also followed the endless mesh in the house, and the palace maids were also ready to wipe the bookcase, Zhang Xiao stopped: "It's getting late, you guys will wash here tomorrow, retreat!" ”

After some cleaning, Zhang Xiao still cleaned up the seat with a handkerchief, and said to Wei Jia magnificently: "Give me pen and ink to serve." ”

Wei Jia heard the sound of "ah", looking for it from the façade of the study, the sound of bumps came and went, and the dust from the inside rose from the face, and the study was like a fairyland.

Suddenly, Wei Jia held a silk cloth made of silk in his hand, a sub-sign, and ink. Zhang Xiao touched the sub-sign, which was very similar to the brush of later generations, but the brush was hard, Zhang Xiao looked at it and asked Wei Jia to put it down.

During the Warring States period, people usually dipped ink in a sub-sign and then wrote on silk cloth, which was very slow. The kind of pen is hard and hard, the ink is dipped less, and if you can't write a few words, you have to stop and dip it again, and the ink is dipped too much, and it will drip down, and it will stain the very valuable silk.

Zhang Xiao spread out the silk, thinking about the appearance of the saddle stirrup, just about to pick up the pen to paint, but it was too much ink dipped in the sign and dripping directly, a good silk cloth was ruined like this, Zhang Xiao thought about the principle of waste utilization, and continued to paint on the side, although the silk cloth was well written, but the painting was still slightly inferior, when Zhang Xiao finished painting, looking back, what he painted was unrecognizable.

Wei Jia pointed to the prince's face, Zhang Xiao tried to wipe it off with his hand, but he didn't notice that the ink on his hand was all dipped in the painting just now, and he really became a "black man" this time!

Wei Jia saw Zhang Xiao wiping his face with his hand, and before he could say anything to remind, he saw him wipe it with one hand, and now he had to remind him in a whisper: "Your Highness, your face ......"

Zhang Xiao didn't react yet, but when she saw that she couldn't draw like this, an idea suddenly sprouted in her head: Why don't you make your own paper? At that time, the Western Han Dynasty began to have hemp paper, with his thousands of years of knowledge, could he still not handle this?