Huang Jin rolled up his sleeves, added some water to the good inkstone, and grinded the ink.

Seeing that his movements are very sharp, the ink in the inkstone also rotates quickly with his movements. It's strange to say that there is not a single star splashed out, which shows how stable his hand is, at least this qi cultivation kung fu is very admirable.

In a few moments, the ink in the inkstone was black and shiny.

Huang Jin also had a layer of fine hair and sweat on his forehead, and he stopped and made a gesture of invitation to Wu Jie.

Wu nodded and didn't speak, so as not to wake up Emperor Jiajing, who was meditating and refining qi on the side. Sitting straight in front of his chair, he lifted the brush.

At this time, he suddenly noticed that there were many people in the small suite outside the study room, all standing there quietly, looking expectant, as if they were waiting for something.

These people were all dressed as ordinary slaves, some old and some young, but their chins were all bare and without a beard, and they were obviously eunuchs in the palace.

Except for this Feixuan Zhenjun who comes out of a Taoist temple, you can't see a Taoist priest, is this normal?

Wu Jie couldn't help but smile silently, and the brush fell on the paper.

The paper is good, it is a white paper of peppercorns, coated with alum, and it also exudes a faint fragrance of peppercorns, the toughness is excellent, and the pen falls on it very smoothly.

The last section of Wu Jieji happened to write the twelfth section of Jia Rui's death, and the next section should be written about Qin Keqing's death.

He thought about it for a while, and wrote: "It is said that since Sister Feng sent Daiyu to Yangzhou by Jia Lian, she is really bored in her heart, and every night she just laughs with Ping'er, and then she falls asleep indiscriminately. This is said to be a stove under the lamp at night, and the two of them fell asleep, calculating where the trip should go. Before I knew it, I had handed over three drums......"

This time, I was able to write in front of the emperor, and it was a rare opportunity, so I naturally had to show off it.

Wu Jie did not hide his clumsiness, and copied it quickly with a thin gold body, the speed was amazing, if the more than 100 words were written by someone else, it would take five or six minutes, but Wu Jie wrote it down in one go, and half of the paper was written in just a moment.

"What a beautiful word!" Huang Jin's eyes lit up next to him, and he couldn't help but praise him.

"Huh!" Jiajing, who was sitting quietly next to him, also opened his eyes, a little surprised: "I haven't seen this kind of font before, it's already a school of its own, it's good, it's good, it's a golden hook and iron stroke, it's a little interesting." ”

"It's really good!" Huang Jin nodded, spread out the paper in front of him, and followed the chapter that Wu Jie had just written. At the beginning, he imitated Wu Jie's fresh and weird font and wrote a few words, but later, when he found that he was too busy, he changed to Xingcao, and the speed became faster.

Wu Jie smiled, didn't speak, and continued to write. When it comes to writing speed, he has to copy thousands of words every day for Lu Fatzi to take back and hand them over. After hard practice, plus the two books written earlier, there are more than 100,000 words. If he admits that he is second in writing speed, everyone in the world dares to call him the first.

Soon, a thousand words were written, but a pot of tea was done, and two large sheets of paper were filled.

Only then did he stop, breathe a sigh of relief, adjust his limbs, and take a sip of the tea on the table, which was very good. The fragrance is faint, but it makes people's hearts and spleens transparent.

Taking advantage of the rest of the Wu Festival, Huang Jin hurriedly wrote the remaining words and respectfully handed the two pages to Emperor Jiajing next to him.

Emperor Jiajing saw it quickly, and it only took a moment to finish reading it, and he said slowly: "This section is strange, Qin Keqing died when he died, but Baoyu was so sad that he vomited blood, these two have no personal relationship, right?" ”

Huang Jin: "Hui Zhenjun's words, I haven't written it before, so I shouldn't have it." ”

Jiajing: "Could it be that you used a hidden pen?" Wu Jie, you answer Ben Dao. ”

Wu Jie: "No, Qin Keqing is the object of Baoyu's fantasy, when he is young, his blood and qi are in a way, and he will inevitably have some strange thoughts." ”

Jiajing suddenly sighed: "It's a pity, this woman is good." His eyes were full of loss and depression.

Wu Jie: "Ah! I almost screamed. This Jiajing looks sanctimonious, but he is so gossipy. Nothing happened to Baoyu and Qin Keqing, he seemed to be very disappointed. I kind of understand why this guy is so interested in this book, it turns out that he wants to see the plot of climbing ashes and raising a little uncle in it. However, it is also understandable that he is also human, and there is a lack of entertainment in the palace. And the so-called yellow books of this era are really not very good, and the ordinary description of the story is also poor, and it is low-level and interesting. That's as interesting as Cao Xueqin's high-end taste.

After Jiajing finished reading the manuscript, he casually handed it to the air.

A eunuch in the small suite outside came in quickly, took it, and quickly retreated.

Immediately, a group of eunuchs gathered around, and several pairs of eyes fell on the paper at the same time, refusing to move a single bit.

Looking at their expressions again, they were all fascinated, and some of them were chattering.

To be honest, before crossing over, Wu Jie had also read several so-called travel novels. The protagonist in the novel plagiarized the popular novels of later generations as soon as he arrived in ancient times, such as "The Tale of the Wind", "Breaking the Sky", and even "The Young Woman is White". However, there is one point, the reading tastes of the ancients are very different from those of modern people, and the things that modern people like may not be attractive to the ancients.

In the same way, the best-selling novels of ancient times seem to modern people to taste like chewing wax.

For example, this "Dream of Red Mansions", if it weren't for the title of a famous book, Wu Jie wouldn't be able to read it. When he read through this novel back then, he also fell asleep several times. Unlike fantasy novels, the more you read it, the more exciting it becomes.

Unexpectedly, this "Dream of Red Mansions" was so attractive to the ancients, which made Wu Jie a little unexpected.

An era has an era of aesthetic needs, and the pleasure of reading is not the same.

Come to think of it, the novels of this year are still at the level of the son's trouble, the beauty is amorous, and the intestines go to the end. Books like this, with such detailed descriptions, distinct characters' surnames, and plain and credible storylines, are all fresh to the people of the Ming Dynasty, as if they are living in a story and playing different roles. How not to worry about the following?

Suddenly a little proud in his heart, Wu Jie drank a few sips of tea and continued to write, still extremely fast.

Next to him, Huang Jin also kept copying, only for a moment, he only felt dizzy, his fingers spasmed, and he couldn't help but say: "Wu Gongzi, can you slow down, the old decay can't keep up." Hey, that's amazing, no one in the world can compare to you at this speed alone. I can't just copy it, but Childe still writes while thinking about it, which makes people have to admire. You can't do it unless you have great talent. ”

Wu Jie smiled: "It's just a novel, what kind of talent is it?" He paused and changed a piece of paper.

"If you write novels, you can't be considered talented, do you have to read sage books to read ancient foods to be considered talented?" Jiajing sneered: "I see that many so-called talented people are not very good, they don't know how to do things and be a man, they don't know how to do things, they just want to find faults, and they are bored when they look at them more." ”

A little eunuch walked up to Huang Jin's side: "Godfather, you're old, can you copy the younger one?" ”

Huang Jin glanced at Jiajing, he was also too tired, but he was embarrassed to change people.

When Jiajing nodded, Huang Jin breathed a sigh of relief and stepped aside.

"Substitution...... Hehe, I can't catch up with the substitution. Wu Jie was amused in his heart, and he didn't speak, this time he changed to a line of grass, and the speed was three points faster than just now.

The little eunuch was obviously also a fast hand, but he couldn't catch up. I could only memorize the manuscript that Wu Jie had just written, and at the same time hurry up to transcribe it. I couldn't write two or three pages, my face was covered with sweat, and my right hand was stiff and trembling, obviously physically and mentally exhausted.

Jiajing laughed and pointed at a eunuch outside.

The eunuch replied, hurriedly stepped forward, and replaced the little eunuch.

In this way, when the fourth person is replaced, most of the hours will pass.

Wu Jiekan finished writing 10,000 words, then put down the pen, and when he looked at the sky, it was completely dark outside.

He moved his wrist in satisfaction and put the pen down: "That's it for today." ”

For most of the hour, that is, an hour and a half in the future, 10,000 words, it is still not as good as computer typing! However, this speed, in ancient times, was absolutely superb.

"Done?" Huang Jin was stunned and asked, "So fast!" ”

Jiajing also stood up in surprise: "It's so fast, it's really a matter of not adding anything, it's done in one go, it's so good." Compare everyone around me! ”

He looked at the eunuch who was seizing the time to transcribe with some dissatisfaction, and snorted: "In vain, you have also read books for more than ten years, which has greatly disappointed Bendao." ”

The eunuch's face immediately turned white, his legs weakened, and he fell to his knees, sweat dripping down to the floor.

Jiajing smiled: "Yes, 10,000 words, I can read it comfortably today." I used to read two or three thousand words and two or three thousand words, but now I read so many words in one go, but I am a little tired. The story of partiality is still so good-looking, it makes humanity shake and demons attack. This path and go to retreat to nourish qi. ”

He waved his sleeves and walked straight away.

"Good!" As soon as the emperor left, all the eunuchs applauded, and at the same time bowed their hands to Wu Jie: "Wu Gongzi is really talented, I admire him!" ”

Wu Jie looked at Huang Jin with a smile: "Lao Huang, I have finished writing 10,000 words, is it time to send me back." Wu Jie still has important things to do, so I won't delay you. If your immortal really likes my book, just say it, every time there is no more, three or five thousand words will be offered. And why resort to such drastic methods as kidnapping and hijacking. ”

In fact, he didn't want to leave, it was rare to have such an opportunity to contact the emperor, this was a big opportunity. You have to do a full set of plays.

Huang Jin smiled: "Yes, Wu Gongzi is right, since you were not kidnapped by me, how could I send you back and stay here." ”

Wu Jie sighed: "I really have something important!" ”

"That's easy to do, what does the son want to do, the old man will accompany you, and come back when you're done." Otherwise, as soon as you leave, if you don't want to write again, you have to trouble me to tie you up again, wouldn't it be a big deal? ”

"You ......" Wu Jie was so angry that he was almost speechless: "I'm going to Lu Mansion." ”

"Lu Fu, I want to go shopping too."

"The guards of the Lu family are all masters, aren't you afraid that I will ask someone to take you down when the time comes?"

"Don't be afraid, I'll follow you, if you shout at that time, the old man has no other skills, and it's still okay to kill a showman." Huang Jin took a marble paperweight from the table, pinched it with his right hand, and pinched it into two with a "click".

Asked: "Does Childe think your throat is harder than a stone?" ”

Wu Jie spread his hands: "Naturally, it can't be compared, it's up to you." ”

He smiled: "The scenery here is good, it's quite cool, I am reluctant to leave." However, you have to let me out before the township exam. ”

"Nature."

"Also, I have to talk to my family."

"Exactly."

"I have to ask for leave from the school."

Huang Jin sneered: "What kind of Master is Dai Shisheng, it's just to learn some of the methods of the Zongheng family." If you really want to study, let's get you a few university scholars to be teachers. ”

"Bragging rights, you!"

Huang Jin: "Eat something first, and I'll go out for a walk with you after eating." ”

(To be continued)