Under the attention of several people, Ji Qiang took the letter a little uncomfortably, divided it by two and folded it in his pocket.

"Sister, why don't you open it and take a look." Ji Yang looked at her with a smile in his eyes and put the pen aground.

Ji Qiang was stunned, pretending to be angry: "Hurry up and finish writing the 100,000-word "Tongjian", otherwise I won't know how to make a difference in seven days." ”

Ji Yang smiled and bowed his head: "Sister, don't worry about me, our progress, but I am slightly better." ”

"My brother is really powerful." Ji Qiang clenched his fists, and while he didn't pay attention, his index finger dipped some ink and dotted it on Ji Yang's face.

The sister and brother made a commotion for a while, and the moonlight outside was bright and bright, shining on their bright faces.

Prime Minister's Mansion, Study.

Su Rongguang sat in front of the bookcase and copied carefully, and the prime minister's wife Zhao persuaded beside her: "Guang'er, let's eat first, the mother concubine won't believe it, if you don't finish copying, then His Royal Highness the King of Qi can really not let you enter the Zhaowen Palace."

As soon as the words fell, Mama Li walked in from outside the study, leaned over and said in Zhao's ear.

"Madam, someone from the palace just now said, 'If you don't want to go to the academy today, you can naturally not copy it'."

After Su Rongguang finished writing, he put down the pen, saluted Zhao, and comforted softly: "It's only more than 100,000 words, how can it be difficult!" Mother, my son has already used pastries, and he is not hungry for the time being, don't worry, go back and rest!"

"Then you remember to eat, and I'll go back first for my mother." Zhao couldn't, so he could only admonish again.

"Son, send my mother!" Su Rongguang helped her out of the study with Mama Li, and promised again.

He only copied more than 100,000 words, which was easier than copying Wei Chi Jingde and his sister Su Zhenzhen twice.

When I think about it this way, my mood is more than several degrees better. As for his sister, it was also self-inflicted, so he picked up the brush again and continued to copy.

The room on the other side, not long after, was a similar scene.

"Mother, don't bother me, there are still tens of thousands of words? In a few days, His Royal Highness King Qi will check it, but what should I do if I can't take it out?" Su Zhenzhen stood in front of the bookcase and copied, writing hairpins in small letters, this word is good-looking, and it is also the most abrasive, sitting and writing is not strong enough, you must stand, and you must write about five words once.

"I have already cooked for you yesterday, don't ...... in the future" Before Zhao could finish speaking, he was interrupted by Su Zhenzhen.

"Got it, you go back quickly, Mu Xiang will send Mrs. back." Su Zhenzhen is already anxious, hairpin flower is more suitable for writing poems, copying books is too grinding, but she has already copied more than tens of thousands of words.

The palace maid who was grinding ink yesterday accidentally scattered a little bit of a star, and she had been killed directly. In order to make Xia Jingnian happy when she saw her words, she worked hard. And she also heard that if she couldn't finish copying the "Tongjian" by hand in ten days, she would not be eligible to enter the Zhaowen Palace.

Therefore, as long as she was qualified to enter the palace academy before, she hid at home and copied it, if she couldn't finish copying, wouldn't it be a joke!

Thinking about it like this, Su Zhenzhen's face was even more gloomy, and she would never let others take advantage of it.

"Then the mother will go back first, don't be tired." Zhao frowned and admonished worriedly.

After a while, Su Zhenzhen's eyes were a little gloomy, and she shouted out the door, "Kapok!"

A different maid dressed as a maid pushed the door open, and her dark dress made her look even more gloomy. He bowed and said, "What do you command?" Fly Lu

Su Zhenzhen's writing hand did not stop, and said in a deep voice, "Copying the "Tongjian" always requires ink, Miss Ben remembers that Huimo is the most popular among the sons and ladies of the family, you go to the largest ink pavilion in the city, sprinkle all the Huimo with incense, remember not to let people find out." ”

Poxiang, a relatively rare incense powder on the market, has a light and good taste, but the fragrance is not long-lasting, and slowly no one buys it. It also has a lesser-known effect, when it is stained with ink, the handwriting will slowly disappear.

Even if she can't finish copying, she can't let others finish copying it, ruining the handwriting is the best way. Su Zhenzhen thought secretly.

There were two days left before the ten-day period, and after Ji Qiang finished copying "Tongjian", he took the time to go to Yunzhulou.

"Uncle Zhong, what's going on in the shop lately?" Ji Qiang looked at the account book in her hand and asked suspiciously, Uncle Zhong, as the shopkeeper, was pulled by her again, which was naturally credible, but the account book in her hand had shrunk a lot compared to half a month ago, and it was not even as good as last month.

"Nothing happened, princess, but something went wrong with the books?" Uncle Zhong stood behind Ji Qiang, looking at his son-in-law, and was also puzzled.

"There's no problem with the booklet, but the profit is not as good as last month, so there's a problem." Ji Qiang said meaningfully.

Uncle Zhong has no problem, and nothing happens in the city, why is the profit so small, could it be that the people below are corrupt? Ji Qiang pondered.

"Childe, I've been in the house lately, so I don't know the rumors in Kyoto." As soon as Uncle Zhong heard that it was a matter of profit, he immediately reacted and explained, "It is said that 'if you can't finish copying the Tongjian by hand in ten days, you will not be eligible to enter the Imperial Palace', and the sons and ladies of the family are copying it at home, hoping to replace it." ”

Xia Jingnian's house is really a scourge, but with a few words, it affected her business, and she had to find a chance to get him back.

"By the way, Childe, when it comes to things, the largest bookstore in the city has been returned by many people in the past two days, and it seems that there is something wrong with the ink." Uncle Zhong said casually, very unconcerned.

Ji Qiang felt something strange and asked, "What's wrong with Mo?" ”

"It is said that the handwriting will become shallow, and eventually it will disappear. But the son who had the accident didn't like Huimo, but there was no problem with the rest, what's wrong? Childe," Uncle Zhong explained.

Ji Qiang has used imperial ink since she was a child, and she naturally doesn't like Hui ink, and she is now the emperor's righteous daughter, and her use is all from the royal family.

"It's okay, I've worked hard for you, go down!" Ji Qiang sent Uncle Zhong away.

Hui ink, the handwriting disappears, the largest book pavilion ......

Ji Qiang stroked her forehead and pondered, what is the connection between this?

And in the future, it is finally time to test the "Tongjian".

This time, they all learned to be obedient and waited in the Zhaowen Hall early. When the early sun is slowly rising, there is no shadow of Xia Jingnian.

Ji Qiang secretly slandered, and after a few rounds of scolding, she just looked up and saw the man in the lilac python suit, as if he was stepping on the light.

Su Zhenzhen was dumbfounded for a long time, and the more she stared at Xia Jingnian, the more fascinated she became. How can there be such a handsome and resolute man in the world, mixed into one without violating the harmony!

Xia Jingnian, who had long been aware of a large wave of gaze, frowned slightly unhappily, and only Ji Qiang was dressed in bright red under his eyes.

However, in front of everyone's eyes, he didn't look at her directly, which would bring trouble to Ji Qiang.

"What are you doing here, and you don't come in yet." Xia Jingnian floated past them and entered the Zhaowen Palace.