I fell asleep in Hao Fuzi's class again, and in my dream Zhou Gong invited me to have a gluttonous feast, I nibbled on the little roast chicken, and I was so happy that I got carried away until Hao Fuzi's ruler slapped on my table, knocking and waking me up, and I reluctantly put down the roast chicken and said goodbye to Zhou Yuan.

Hao Fuzi blew his beard and stared, thinking that he was too lazy to talk about me anymore, so he pointed directly to the empty table in the back row of Changji, telling me that it was cool there, and that I would stay there. Qin Luoxue didn't come to class for some reason today, his place was vacant, I consciously took the book, and without waiting for Hao Fuzi's instructions, I took the seat and copied the book, which was still the unfinished "Book of Songs". Since I entered Shangshuyuan, the happiest thing should be Yu Gui, not because we have a good relationship, but purely because I took her place as a scribe and was a frequent visitor to the church by Hao Fuzi. Thinking of this, I fell into endless melancholy, miserable and miserable, and I didn't need to cry when I copied books.

This copying is not only a hard work, but also a skill job. First of all, you have to have good arm strength, otherwise after a few hours of copying, your arms will be sore and numb, and your fingers will be tingling and unbearable. The second is to know how to copy the book, it doesn't matter if the writing is good or not, but you must try to absorb the ink with the brush, so that the words written are thick and large, and it would have taken 100 words to fill the paper, and you can get it with 70 words.

Hao Fuzi is usually too lazy to read the articles I have copied, saying that it is like a chicken's paw scratching the ground, messy, and like a ghost drawing a symbol, and he will be dizzy when he reads it. Although I feel sad that he doesn't understand art and can't appreciate my calligraphy in one go, I can see that this method is quite easy to use in my experience of being punished for copying many times.

But no matter how convenient the method is, this copying is still a boring and boring business, laborious and ink-consuming. I leaned over the table, holding the pen and scribbling without a match, and in less than half an hour I couldn't hold on, and the more I copied, the more annoyed I became, so I simply closed the book and continued to be lazy and joke.

I lay on the table, my head buried in the crook of my arm, only a pair of eyes looking left and right.

Changji propped his forehead on the table with his hand, and he didn't know whether he was asleep or pretending to sleep, motionless. The books on the table were blown up by the wind, turned over, making a rattling sound, and the full ink in the pool inkstone was also blown out and sprinkled on the white paper, fainting a little bit, fainting clusters of ink flowers, and he didn't see him tidy up.

Changji's class is completely according to his own heart, listen to it if it is interesting, sleep if it is not interesting, and Hao Fuzi doesn't care at all. I was very dissatisfied with such an obvious difference, and I would be punished for sleeping in class, but he didn't do anything, and if he did whatever he wanted, he was at ease. Isn't it that my handwriting is not as good as his, my reading is not as good as his, and my articles are not as good as his writing. As the saying goes, as the saying goes, those who are teachers are treated equally, and there is no class. Hao Fuzi's approach is very wrong and inappropriate.

I always wanted to protest and ask him for an explanation, but after seeing Qin Luoxue's previous experience, I had to dispel my thoughts.

Qin Luoxue's heroic deeds of sacrificing his life for righteousness proved to me very well: You can read books badly, but you must not say much. It can be said that the heavens and the earth are cursed, but it cannot be said that the master is not.

I sighed with regret, dare to be angry but dare not speak~ Dare to be angry but dare not speak.

The light slanted through the window and hit Changji's body, casting a shadowy shadow, and I leaned on the table with my cheek pestle, no longer bothering to copy the book, and stared at his shadow for a long time. His back was straight and wide, like a piece of rice paper. I suddenly became playful, and I picked up a pen to draw a sparrow on his plain white clothes, and just then I started to draw a bird's beak, and he immediately turned around and caught me.

He glared at me in a bad tone, "What are you doing?"

My eyelids twitched, and I looked embarrassed.

"Do you believe if I say I didn't do anything?"

He sneered, "What do you say! ”

I squirmed, and before I could speak, he had already preemptively made a small report.

"Master, someone is lazy."

Hao Fuzi raised his eyebrows, and I suddenly felt a chill down my spine. In the second half of the class, I was getting more and more miserable, and Hao Fuzi moved a stool to sit next to me and watched me copy the book. My heart is as dead as ashes, not only can I not be lazy now, but I can't even use the trick of copying books.

I sat upright, but my hand holding the pen was shaking. After a slight mistake, Hao Fuzi snorted, and when he made another mistake, Hao Fuzi coughed lightly, so I had to slow down and write the word again. At such a speed, I don't know when I will be able to finish copying this thick book.

I hate writing Chinese characters, I find them to have a lot of strokes, cumbersome structure, and difficult to read. A thousand-character text, it took me a long time to barely recognize a third of the words, and now, I know that spring and licking are different, and there is a difference between entering and people.

Although the "Book of Songs" is not long, it has a lot of rare words, some of the words and strokes are crowded together, I don't know how to read it, let alone write it beautifully, but it is just a gourd to draw a scoop and describe it.

I stopped writing and writing, and it took me a long time to barely finish copying a poem, and Hao Fuzi just started to teach me righteous words, shaking his head and saying something I didn't understand, what rotten wood can't be carved, and the wall of dung can't be encircled. In the end, he didn't even bother to pay attention to me, holding a book and snoozing grogily against the table. Changji turned around again, of course I was very backbone not to look at him, who made him so stingy, and actually reported me to the master.

He smiled: "Are your hands sore?"

"Of course it's sour." I hurriedly replied to him, bowed my head and continued to copy the book.

Hmph, this guy who fell into the ground.

"Are you not convinced?"

"What?" I raised my head, only to see him staring at me with ill intentions, and suddenly looked at Hao Fuzi, not knowing what he wanted. He suddenly hooked his lips and chuckled, stretched out his claws and grabbed Hao Fuzi's long baby beard fiercely, and then quickly turned around with lightning speed, picked up a book and pretended to read it.

Before I could react, I heard Hao Fuzi's cry of pain, and then he slammed the ring ruler on my head.

A real head drink.

"Master Hao, you listen to my quibbles, no, you listen to my explanation. Not me! ”

"The old man doesn't listen!"

With a snap, another ruler fell on my head, hitting me with stars.

Ankang burst out laughing unabashedly, and Yunkang gave me a sympathetic look, her big white cat meowed a few times, which sounded like mockery in my ears.

I feel so wronged.

And the culprit is safe and sound.

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In the afternoon, I sat on a wooden chair under the porch and fell asleep. Hua Fu carried a delicate little basket and walked in from the cloister happily, sweating from her face. Duobu hurriedly got up to meet him.

"Hua Fu, what are you doing in a hurry?"

Hua Fuzang smiled, and said to me: "Princess, guess what is in here, if you can't guess, you won't eat it."

I thought about it for a moment and guessed seriously: "Preserved fruit preserves?" Or hash browns? ”

Hua Fu shook his head, stuffed the basket in his hand into my hand, and fanned the wind with his sleeve and said loudly: "Wrong, it's grapes."

"Grapes?"

I screamed excitedly, hurriedly threw the fan in my hand to the ground, held the basket firmly with both hands, my eyes lit up, swallowed my saliva and asked excitedly: "Where did the grapes come from, I haven't eaten them for a long time, but I am hungry to death."

Seeing the grapes, all the troubles were thrown into the clouds. Duobu said that I laughed stupidly, like a hungry wolf, I was not annoyed, Chong Duobu grinned, and couldn't wait to lift a bunch of grapes to eat, with the pulp in his mouth, while not forgetting to tell Hua Fu: "You go wash your face, come back and tell me carefully, how did you get grapes!"

"Yes!" Hua Fu bowed her waist and ran into the house to wash her face, and after a while she flashed out. Carrying the celadon teapot and tea bowl, he poured a large bowl of herbal tea, drank it dry in one go, and drank a large cup before he took a breath and said: "This is the grapes brought back by the King of Yonghe from Wushuo River, I heard that it is the first batch of fruits to ripen in the grape forest this year, and it is a rare thing." The journey was bumpy, and most of the road was broken, and there weren't many of them, so it was even more precious. Originally, it was prepared by the prince of Yonghe for the princess, and the princess gave it to the little prince, but the little prince didn't move, and brought it all to the princess. ”

He gave it to him.

My heart twitched, and I had mixed feelings. Sit on a railing chair and listen to the whole process of bringing back the grapes while eating them.

I said: "He thought that he played tricks on me in class that day, and deliberately took melons and fruits to curry favor and make amends, don't think I don't know." Hmph, not uncommon. ”

The words were ruthless, but the grapes were not eaten less, and the words fell into the mouth again.

Hua Fu's words changed sharply, and suddenly talked about the recent ridiculous incident in the palace. Tao Guifei and Nandi Xinna's concubine were jealous, and the two were not happy to quarrel, so they actually started to do it in front of Nandi.

"Who's going to do it first?"

"Naturally, it was the fierce Tao Guifei who made the first move."

I didn't think so, a grape was imported, and I breathed a long sigh of relief with satisfaction, and continued to listen to these interesting things.

One day, the newly canonized Jiang Meiren stayed in the imperial study for Nandi Momo. It is the new favorite, Jiang Meiren, who is good with Nandi's honey, is really a newborn calf who is not afraid of tigers, and when you and I are nong, you actually say bad things about Tao Guifei to Nandi. The words are alluding to the fact that Tao Guifei is relying on the power of her mother's family to support her and run rampant in the harem. At this time, Tao Guifei came to invite her pet with sweet soup, and when she heard these words, she opened her mouth and argued with Jiang Meiren.

The two quarreled and quarreled, and the angry Tao Guifei raised her hand and fanned the Jiang family. On the one hand, it is the old man who still has the charm, on the other hand, it is the delicate and lovely new love, no one can take care of it, when the Southern Emperor was pushing left and right, he slapped Tao Guifei at the flat end, and immediately grabbed three bloody cuts on his face, this is really a brand of love, that handprint, it is estimated that it is still clearly visible.

It's okay now, the good-tempered Nandi couldn't suppress his violent temper, and he was about to abolish Tao Guifei, but as soon as he talked about it in the court, he was blocked by the spittle of the ministers. In the end, although Tao Guifei was not abolished, she was also left out in the cold. Hua Fu didn't pause and continued to tell. When Nanzhan Hou's position was empty for a long time, the highest status in the harem was only Tao Guifei. Over the years, she has taken care of everything in the palace and commanded the three palaces and six courts, which is basically equivalent to the queen. Because of this, he is obviously jealous, but on the surface, he prefers to pretend to be a decent appearance of Hui Zhilanxin. Now that the new concubine has planted a heel, there is no one in the palace who does not secretly laugh.

I suddenly remembered that Tao Guifei suddenly left the field in the middle of the polo game, presumably to go back and see what the newly canonized beauty looked like.

I wondered, what is there to rob an old man with gray hair? Especially is still being scrambled by a group of young and beautiful women, even if they are grabbed, what can they do, how long can the emperor's favor last.