Meng Qiu, you are illiterate! Diligence can make up for clumsiness, and it can be written as Du Fu's absence!

When the prime minister of the dynasty, Du Kun was kidnapped by the White Lotus Demon Party and killed in the east of Hanquan City; Du Xiangfu was tragically destroyed by the White Lotus Demon Party, and none of the more than 80 people in the door were spared; Dozens of Beijing officials and military generals were sentenced to beheading by the current emperor's decree on suspicion of colluding with the White Lotus Demon Party, plotting to kill Du Kun, the prime minister of the dynasty, causing chaos and conspiracy and rebellion. The White Lotus Demon Party conspired to usurp the Li family, and the officials of the whole country arrested and sniped quickly.....

Yan Wangfu

"We have been used by the prince, your father is the real chess player, we are just chess pieces!"

There was a bloody storm outside, but the palace was peaceful and peaceful, because of the previous peace and self-control, Li Yuan did not suspect that King Yan was colluding with Du Kun and others. On the contrary www.biquge.info because King Yan has always adhered to his duty, he either entered the palace on time to greet Li Yuan and his mother, or honestly studied and practiced martial arts in the palace, and won the holy will, Li Yuan specially sent his henchmen and eunuchs to bring a large number of gifts to King Yan's mansion to reward King Yan.

thereupon

"Your Highness, the pillars of so many countries and important ministers of the court, sitting in a sedan chair and riding a horse, crying and shouting to give you gifts and be a dog for you. It's so heartless that you shut them out and shut them out! Looking at the gift slip in his hand, Meng Qiu teased.

Hearing this, King Yan directly gave Meng Qiu a roll of his eyes, "Ah, I don't know which master taught me to learn to taoguang and cultivate obscurity, what 'accumulate grain, build a high wall, and slow down the fight for the emperor'." Let this king not be like a few royal brothers and brothers to win over the party and form a party for personal gain. On the contrary, you must abide by your duty and do your own thing with peace of mind in the house. I also asked that I refrain from meeting with any dignitaries who came to my door during this incident."

"The world is shallow, and the dots are also shallow; The history is deep, and so is the machinery. Therefore, the gentleman is not as good as Pulu with his practice; Rather than being cautious, it is better to be mad. Lord, this is exactly what your father wants to see, at least for now" Smiling slightly, Meng Qiu got up and saluted King Yan and said, the latter's face froze when he heard this, and his face was full of thought.

Seeing this scene, Meng Qiu didn't say anything, smiled slightly, walked to the desk, and began to practice calligraphy!

"It's unreasonable! Such a handsome word is actually despised! After laying out the rice paper, Meng Qiu sighed and was depressed in his heart, never expecting that his beautiful thin gold body would be despised in Dahan:

"What is this word? Without the strength and hardness of a man, how can he look bells and whistles, like duckweed without roots? Meng Qiu, you better practice your words! ”

"Hahahaha, sir, your word...... Why does Juewan feel that she is not as good as me? ”

"Strategist, this writing, you have to be like a gentleman, sonorous and powerful, domineering and mighty. Come on, come on, I'll teach you how to write. Me? I'll write my own name, I'm sure you'll teach you! ”

"Little bastard! It's not good to write a word, see if the old man doesn't kill you bastard! ”

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After being despised by the prince, the county lord, the chief manager, the guards, the maids, and the little servants, Meng Qiu reluctantly gave up the thin gold body and learned the big Han style: horizontal and vertical, domineering and mighty =. =

But what makes Meng Qiu even more depressed is: this font is really difficult to learn:

The Han Dynasty is accustomed to using fonts, from the perspective of Meng Qiu, it should be born from the Tang Dynasty's Yan muscles and willow bones, and the penmanship is as strong and powerful as human tendons and bones. But isn't that a bit too much? No matter how you look at this word, it looks like a big man who is two meters tall, his arms are thicker than his waist, and his chest hair is black!

"The labor council pen words, pencil words, five strokes, full spelling, thin gold body, wild grass I will also. But it's the first time I've seen such rough calligraphy! After complaining to Dahan in his heart, Meng Qiu reluctantly continued to practice calligraphy.

How to practice calligraphy? Write "What is the bank" taught by the junior high school teacher? No, no, wouldn't that expose that I am a traverser.

simply write "Romance of the Three Kingdoms", "Journey to the West", and "Water Margin", and you can sell it for money if you write it. But these things are a bit anti-social, and it's hard to say whether they will be sold or beheaded.

Caigen Tan? I can memorize it on my back, but the problem is to write this kind of thing, the emperor sees that I am so talented, what should he do if he arrests me into the palace as a chief eunuch?

"Alas, the troubles of successful people! Write 'diligence can make up for clumsiness', it's simple and easy to understand" After pretending to sigh and boast about himself, Meng Qiu began to write, and he didn't notice that there were two people in the study who were looking at him happily, waiting for him to make a fool of himself.

One will sit on the horse and squat in the crotch pose, and the other will stand like a pine high place and look into the distance, and then take a horse step in place. Meng Qiu would be half-leaning back, lying on the table, leaning on the table, and writing happily—the desk was full of scattered ink and black paper (the writing was ugly, and the more it was changed, the uglier it became, and finally it was painted black).

"Tut, it's done" stretched out his black hand, wiped the sweat on his face, and Meng Qiu said with a smile.

As soon as he looked up, Meng Qiu found that King Yan and Lord Mu were standing next to him, the two of them were standing there straight, their whole body trembled, and their faces were distorted. As soon as he saw that Meng Qiu had stopped writing and called it a day, he couldn't help it anymore:

"Hahaha, Mr. Meng! What are you writing about? How did your face get black like this? ”

"Hahaha, Meng Qiu, what are you trying to do? This king coughs, coughs, coughs, someone! Bring a basin of water, how do you let this king say about you? ”

Half a column of incense after that

"Ahem, Young Master Ben's face was indeed a little dark just now! But isn't it wrong for you to laugh at Young Master Ben like this? After grooming and dressing, Meng Qiu defended with embarrassment.

"Ahem, Meng Qiu, do you know what the handyman who was in charge of cleaning the study just now said to this king?" Hearing this, King Yan showed a wicked smile and spoke, Meng Qiu hesitated for a moment but nodded:

The handyman asked the king if he would take the whole table out and wash it! Now the table in front of you is new, and it needs to be cleaned thoroughly by four handymen! As soon as King Yan's words came out, Meng Qiu was blushing.

"Ahem, let's change the topic: Look at Young Master Ben's handwriting, this is something I wrote with a lot of effort. Is it that the literary brilliance is flying, so that you have admired it for a long time, and you can't help but bow and worship? Cheekily taking out the words he had written, Meng Qiu shouted loudly, trying to change the subject.

Poor Meng Qiu was made up for the last time by Mu Juewan here:

"Sir, your writing is indeed and indeed brilliant: Du Fu is absent, dare to ask who this Du Fu is? What is absence? After a lot of effort, Mu Juewan opened her mouth and said, not noticing Meng Qiu's expression next to her who wanted to cry without tears and had no love.

"Woo woo, this is diligence can make up for it! It's not Du Fu's absence! You bad guys! I don't listen, I don't listen, I don't listen! Meng Qiu ran away in tears, covered his ears, and ran in circles around King Yan and Mu Jue, the two of them had a headache and were helpless.

"I'm not going to practice anymore!"