The speaker had no intention of listening, and Tang Ming's casual emotion suddenly made Chen Jialan speechless. If you delve into this, there is indeed no one from ancient times to the present that the Hou Ye or the children of the masters must be able to write. Chen Jialan's preconceived notions deeply misunderstood Tang Ming, which made her really not know how to face it for a while.

If she said that she would apologize, Chen Jialan's small mouth opened and opened and she couldn't hold back her voice, but if she didn't apologize, she was afraid that Tang Ming would think that she was a woman who would only make trouble unreasonably. When he was in a dilemma, Tang Ming, who had been waiting for a long time and had not heard back, spoke again.

"Miss Jialan, maybe it's strange that I didn't know what I said, which caused you to have some misunderstanding about me, and I am sorry to you again. I ask for your forgiveness for coming to call the door in the middle of the night, I have no choice but to come to you so late, and I ask Jialan for your help when the situation is urgent. ”

This matter is really urgent, and tomorrow there will be Zheng He's fleet to transport cattle and horses, and only by handing over the letter to them and sending it to the emperor will not delay time. If you miss this opportunity, you will have to wait until the next one in ten days, and if you do, you will be in big trouble.

Tang Mingjing waited for Chen Jialan's reply, if she didn't agree, he had no choice but to go to Fang Xiaoru.

"Squeak!"

The door opened silently at this time, Chen Jialan appeared in front of Tang Ming's eyes in a neatly dressed manner, and opened the door with a slight blessing, with a slight shyness on his low-hanging delicate face.

Tang Ming was stunned for a moment, and strolled into the room with a victorious smile, a faint smell of rouge smelled good. Since crossing to Daming, he has entered a woman's boudoir for the first time, although this is now a temporary residence, and there are no decorations in the house, but Chen Jialan's boudoir is still well maintained, neat and clean, especially the rouge fragrance of this conversation, which makes people reverie.

Chen Jialan waited until Tang Ming entered the house, quickly closed the door, and didn't forget to look outside twice, after making sure that there was indeed no one outside, the little heart that had been beating violently was a little relieved.

The room was terrifyingly quiet for a while, and the strange atmosphere made Chen Jialan feel even more uneasy, she felt a little excited while being scared. Since childhood, this is the first time that a man has stayed in his boudoir in the middle of the night, and it would be a lie to say that he was not nervous, and he didn't see that the blush on her face now reached her neck.

In a cramped and uneasy situation, Chen Jialan did not have the usual generosity, but was at a loss to get paper and pen and ink. During the period, she didn't dare to look at Tang Ming at all, until she was ready, and the brush was held in her hand for a long time, but she still didn't see Tang Ming say the content, and she couldn't help but look up at him in curiosity.

I saw that Tang Ming was staring at himself with his eyes, and his eyes didn't even blink. It was not easy to calm down a little bit, but now it started again, and Chen Jialan glared at him fiercely. Tang Ming suddenly came back to his senses, looked away in embarrassment, coughed slightly, and began to read the content.

Soon after, Chen Jialan put down the brush in his hand, and a trickle of fine characters jumped on the paper. Although Tang Ming didn't know much about traditional Chinese characters, this did not hinder his appreciation, Chen Jialan was able to write down word for word while listening, which made Tang Ming very impressed.

is worthy of being the daughter of a great Confucian, and she must have worked hard with her ability alone. Although the font does not have everyone's demeanor, and the pen power is still a little insufficient, but this is already stronger than Tang Ming, I don't know how many times, so Tang Ming is very satisfied at the moment. The only slight flaw is that Chen Jialan's font is too small, which makes people know that it is from a woman's hand at a glance.

In order to ensure that it was correct, Chen Jialan deliberately read the content she wrote to Tang Ming, and after making sure that there was nothing wrong, he carefully dried the ink, rolled it up and handed it to Tang Ming, and said softly: "Please take it away, Jialan is ugly, the words are not good-looking, and you can't see a smile!" ”

At this time, it was almost dawn, and Tang Ming originally wanted to talk to Chen Jialan about life, but this seemed to be no longer appropriate. In order not to cause trouble to Jialan, he had to say goodbye and leave against his will, and it can be said that if he waited until dawn and was bumped into, he and Chen Jialan spent the night in the same room, once this matter spread, Tang Ming didn't dare to imagine how Chen Jialan would react.

The more you are afraid of something, the more you will come, no, Tang Ming had just left Chen Jialan's residence not far away, and he was bumped into by Fang Xiaoru, who got up early for a walk.

The old guy seemed suspicious, and his old but not cloudy eyes kept patrolling Tang Ming's body and his daughter's room back and forth.

"Little one, what are you doing early in the morning?" Fang Xiaoru asked suspiciously.

Facing an old fox who was old but not stiff, once he became suspicious, Tang Ming knew that he couldn't hide the past, even if he could hide it for a while, he couldn't hide it for a lifetime. Rather than waiting to be taught a lesson by the old guy afterwards, it is better to tell the truth now. Besides, he did not have anything to do with Chen Jialan, the old guy will not have to fight with himself!

"Hello uncle, the little nephew just went to Miss Jialan to help write something, because the matter is more urgent, so I can't take care of the etiquette, and I hope my uncle won't be surprised!" Tang Ming returned the salute with a straight face, his heart was not flustered, and his face was not red.

"What do you want Jialan to write on your behalf, you can't write yourself?" Fang Xiaoru's face obviously changed, just now he was just suspicious, but now he has been sure, and even his tone is much heavier than just now at this moment.

A generation of great Confucian Fang Xiaoru, an old scholar like this in his life pays the most attention to the style and reputation, if Tang Ming dares to do something out of the ordinary to Jialan in advance after he is not married, the old guy will definitely not be able to spare him.

"Uncle, don't misunderstand, the content of the ghostwriting is to present the emperor's secret documents, so you can't just find someone to write it on your behalf. The little nephew has been following the family teacher, and the words he has learned since he was a child are somewhat different from the traditional Chinese characters I am now in the Ming Dynasty, and the little nephew only knows a few words, so he can't write it himself. ”

Tang Ming explained unhurriedly, he knew very well that Fang Xiaoru was a kind of person, it was useless for you to tell him anything else, only academically could he attract his attention and divert his attention.

Facts proved that Tang Ming's guess was not wrong at all, and as soon as Fang Xiaoru heard Tang Ming mention his master, he immediately became interested. Pulled Tang Ming to sit on the stone pier beside him, and asked after him: "What words did your master teach you since you were a child, and there are still people who can create a set of fonts by themselves, write them to the old man!" ”

As soon as it came to academics, Fang Xiaoru had already forgotten about other things, and his cloudy old eyes shone with dazzling light, and he couldn't wait to urge Tang Ming to write a few words to him now.