I put the cloth coat or small wooden box on the bookcase, and then took out a scroll, set up the inkstone, and put the pen on the pen mountain, and everyone was brewing at the moment.

Jiang Zhen's Nizi is good, he is on the ground with both hands, isn't there a road, he is not his companion Mr. Reading, then the inkstone here, the opening of the book, and the matter of the clean pen, should be handed over to him.

He is a companion Mr. Reading, but not a scholar, and then look at Jiang Zhen's lazy appearance, but he doesn't have the slightest bit of the virtuous daughter of his family.

Lu Tai stretched out his hand and wiped away a drop of sweat on his forehead, which can be regarded as the four treasures of the study on his son's bookcase, so that he can also live.

"Miss Jiang Zhen, it's all right, you can start writing and inking." Lu Tai said.

"Don't be in a hurry, what's so rare, don't you just write a few big words, don't you hurry." Jiang Zhen leaned back, and with a little foot cocked, he was lying on the mat, looking like he didn't care about himself.

This rainy day is good, there are no clouds above the night dome, but I am happy to see this full of stars, Jiang Zhen said to himself: "A flash, a flash......"

While everyone was writing and inking, King Wen on the throne was not idle, and the wine case in front of him had already been withdrawn, replaced with a book case, and placed a pen, ink, paper, and inkstone, waiting for him to hold the pen and splash ink.

Gently wiped it, a touch of vermilion on the lips of the lady in his arms, and then asked: "Do you know how to read and ink?" ”

"The words of King Huiwen, the cheap maid has practiced it for a while when she was a child, and she understands a little bit about it." The lady replied truthfully.

"Do you just get a little bit of it?" King Wen's voice still did not show sadness and joy, and I don't know if he is blaming? Or is it a common inquiry? It's very disturbing.

Others don't know yet, and the lady in King Wen's arms is the same, and she is still sincerely afraid: "The cheap maid is stupid, and she unintentionally defeated King Wen Yaxing, and I ask King Wen to forgive me." ”

"The king has said that no matter what you say tonight, the king will forgive you for your innocence, have you forgotten?" King Wen asked.

"No, no, the hasn't forgotten." The lady's heart has been up and down for a while, and she has been worried, but she has never stopped.

"Since you are not familiar with this book and ink, then this king will lead you." King Wen gently stroked the lady's hand to the case, landed on the back of her hand, and dotted it between her fingers.

"Don't tremble." King Wen commanded.

The lady's son is still dry, how can he be so virtuous, he is so pampered by King Wen today, thinking that he was still working as a coolie in the Huanyi Bureau yesterday, is this Fuyao?

"Yes...... It's ......" The lady tried hard to bind her hands and feet, trying not to tremble, but she didn't want to disturb King Wen.

A piece of ink was pointed out, it was coincidentally crooked, and now look at this word, it looks like a book written by the drunken Lai Han, crooked, and the lady looks at her face and is green, and she is busy apologizing: "King Wen forgives sins, King Wen forgives sins." ”

The lady remembers clearly, King Wen only said that he would not condemn her above words, but what about his deeds? It's all because of myself.

"It's not right for you to be moving around." King Wen's voice finally improved, but this color was really cold.

"Yes, yes, damn it! Damn it! The lady said in fear.

But seeing that King Wen was unhurried, he held the lady's hand again, and began to write with a light touch of pen and ink.

The occasional gasp alternated, and the lady's cheeks flushed slightly, and her left hand was clutching her skirt, clutching it to death, perhaps hoping to calm herself down.

Skimming horizontally and vertically, dotting and folding hooks, and then writing and ink, this time it is much more presentable.

"The pen and ink under the moon, the shy woman by the flowers, the red tide line, is pitiful." King Wen wrote from the scroll.

Although she has never seen the lady's face, her expression is estimated to be known to King Wen, but she is shy of this lady, and she is embarrassed, but she has lost the reserve of her daughter's family.

"This poem is given to you by the king." King Wen said.

"Yes...... Thanks a lot...... Thank you King Wen for the reward, and thank King Wen for the cheap maid. The lady was flattered.

King Wen has just finished his work, Jiang Zhen's side has also been completed, and the handwriting on the road platform is still so good, pleasing to the eye, and it has already had everyone's demeanor.

Jiang Zhen beside him was a little stranger, and shouted while writing: "Wood!" Stupid wood! "Take a look at this word again, but it can frighten people to death, without any elegance, not to say, the last stroke of each word is to pull a long tail out, isn't it a spell?!

"Miss Jiang Zhen, what happened to you Lang Jun? Can you make him so disgusted? Lutai saw the words written by Jiang Zhen, and he was also puzzled, if the revenge of killing his father was nothing more than that, looking at the resentment between the lines, I was afraid that he would be eaten alive.

"He?! That wood is just messing with me, isn't it?! Jiang Zhen didn't raise his eyes to look at the platform, and cursed anxiously: "Liar, prodigal, wood." "Words like that.

When everyone finishes writing and inking, it is not only the time to appreciate together, but also the time to select.

King Wen also seemed to be interested, and beckoned to Chen Yi and the others, signaling for them to appreciate it together.

Volumes of books were presented, and Junru looked at it fresh, looking here, looking there, and from time to time reaching out to dip the ink on the paper, and turning around was on Shiro's face.

"Haha, fourth brother, your face is spent." Junru quipped.

"Jun is like you! Well, you can stop for a while. After that, he wiped the ink spots on his cheeks vigorously, the ink was just a little, but now it is poured, it is all fainted, if there is a crescent moon on the forehead, it is Bao Gong.

Everyone below is waiting, hoping that their books and ink can enter the eyes of King Wen, only Jiang Zhen thinks differently, why is his wood so close to King Wen? Not only that, but the wood's cousins, their relationship with King Wen also seems to be unusual, what is his identity?

Jiang Zhen was still thinking about it, but King Wen on the throne spoke: "All of your books and ink kings have seen it, but whether it is good or bad, not only this king has the final say, but also them, they will be appreciated together with this king." ”

Next to King Wen, there are four people sitting right now, namely Shilang, Yan Wutao, Junru, and Chen Yi, everyone is unknown, these four can sit next to King Wen, where will it be?

"Jiang Zhen's calligraphy and ink are the best!" Junru was the first to speak, and she held her handwriting high, showing it off to Chen Yi.

"Sixth brother, look at you, what did you do to that girl." Junru mocked Chen Yi vigorously, and she was the happiest tonight.

"Fourth brother, what about you? Which do you prefer? Junru asked Shiro again.

"Me? I'm thinking...... It's the young man's limerick. Shiro replied.

"Fourth brother, what are you talking about?! Where's that guy's broken poem?! But when someone mentioned Ji Leyu, Yan Wutao didn't have a good face, and I couldn't wait to belittle him for nothing.

"What does Sister Peach think?" Junru asked.

Yan Wutao reached out when he heard this, looking for it in the hill where the scrolls were piled up, and he just held up a scroll and said, "This, this is good." ”

What she is holding in her hand is the poem of the road, in the end there is another purpose, that Jiang Zhen she doesn't want to see, and she is even more tired of Ji Leyu, no matter what, there is only the poem of this road.

"What about you, third brother?" Jun was as lively as a child, and she was busy asking.

"This one." King Wen did not look at Junru, but picked up the scroll in front of the bookcase by himself, which he led the lady in his arms to write together.

"Who wrote this? Why haven't you seen it? Junru took the scroll handed over by King Wen, and looked at it very much, and he had seen it all one by one, but he had never seen this poem.

King Wen stroked the chin of the lady in his arms, lifted her little head, and then said, "This is what she wrote." ”

Honest and afraid, honest and frightened, the lady in her arms was stunned for a moment, her eyes looked directly at King Wen, and she didn't say anything as if she was wandering, what was good about herself? Unworthy, unworthy, ashamed, ashamed, lady thought so.

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