Cheng Jin got the new spell book last night, and practiced with great interest for a night, but he didn't think about the monthly exam at all, and he was so sleepy at this time that he yawned and held his head in the sky, and Mr. Pei shook his head again and again.

He has always admired Wen Shao'an's talent, but he didn't expect that such a rigorous and humble gentleman would be willing to marry a girl like Cheng Jin.

She has been stupid for more than ten years, which is not her fault, but now that she has woken up and entered Taixue, she should work harder, catch up, and make up for the mistakes and omissions in the past, but she is too lazy to be tight, and she never sees her listen carefully during teaching, and she lives in a muddy nightmare on weekdays, even in class E, there are not many students like her.

Mr. Pei, who is serious about studying, looks down on such an industrious student the most, but secretly feels sorry for Wen Shaoan, and there is still a trace of disdain in his heart, but he didn't expect that Wen Shao'an, who is as handsome as a fairy, is also a greedy and lustful person.

Unlike those beings who held their breath and contemplated, Cheng Jin was very lazy, and he could even yawn again under Mr. Pei's eyes like electricity, and even tears flowed out this time.

Mr. Pei couldn't stand it anymore, and couldn't bear to walk up to her and prepare to reprimand her, even if she was self-aware and felt that she was not good in this month's exam, she should also show a correct attitude, what kind of self-destruction is like this.

But when his gaze touched the rice paper in front of Cheng Jin, he was instantly stunned, and his eyes were almost glued to the paper.

This, she wrote this word?

This, this is clearly the word of Empress Zhuang Jing!

Relying on the prevailing trend of the daughter of the boudoir to copy Empress Zhuang Jing's handwriting in recent years, there are almost no people who can read and write in Daliang who do not recognize Empress Zhuang Jing's handwriting, and Mr. Pei is naturally very familiar with Zhuang Jingti.

If he hadn't seen it with his own eyes, he couldn't believe that such a good hand would come from Cheng Jin's hand, she had only been awake for a few months, even if she practiced writing as soon as she woke up, it would have been impossible to write such a good hand in a short period of time.

Cheng Jin yawned again, she was almost so sleepy that she was about to fall asleep, her five senses were very dull, and she dozed off the last stroke while writing, only to find that Mr. Pei didn't know when she was standing beside her, and couldn't help but be shocked, "Mr. Pei?" ”

"You, when did you practice this word?" Mr. Pei trembled as he looked at the paper she had rested on the table.

"I haven't practiced well," although he had tried his best to cheer up, Cheng Jin's voice was still a little lazy,

Mr. Pei was about to reprimand her for talking nonsense, such words could not be practiced in a few months unless she had decades of skills, but Cheng Jin then said, "It seems that you were born to do it." ”

Mr. Pei seems to have been hit in the face, and he was born to ...... Isn't it the "one who is born to know" in the mouth of the saints?

The sage cloud, the one who is born to know.

This sentence alone was so overwhelming that he couldn't raise his head.

"Sir, I'm done, can I hand in the paper?" Cheng Jin remembered the spell book that Wen Shao'an gave her, and she didn't put her mind on the monthly exam at all, she just wanted to deal with it hastily.

"You, you can leave it there." In the face of such a "genius", Mr. Pei couldn't even speak smoothly.

Cheng Jin's writing speed is not fast, but today's special test technique, every student holds their breath and concentrates, meticulously crafted, and strives to make every word and every stroke perfect, the speed of writing is extremely slow, they just wrote one or two sentences, but Cheng Jin handed in the paper loudly, they only took Cheng Jin to give up on himself, and did not pay much attention to it, everyone only cared about the words in front of them, and there was no one who looked up at her.

Hongxuan was waiting at the door of the school, and when she saw Cheng Jin coming out, she hurriedly stepped forward, "Why did the girl come out so quickly?" I see that no one has come out of Class A. ”

Hongxuan held her head high, looking very proud, she was very confident in her own girl, she was so valued by Mr. Fan in the school at the beginning, and she must not be bad when she arrives in Taixue, "Eleventh Prince said to you before, I will go to the kitchen for lunch later, do you want to wait for him?" ”

"Oh, I almost forgot, I want to take Ah Yuan's things to him, did you bring all the things?" Cheng Jin wiped the tears from the corners of his eyes.

"Brought," Red Silk gestured to the burden on her shoulder.

"Find a place to sit and wait for him."

The early summer sun was slightly hot, and the shade of the trees made people drowsy, and Cheng Jin, who was very sleepy, fell asleep quickly on the stone table, not knowing that the paper he handed in in advance would cause an uproar in Taixue.

Almost all the women in Daliang grew up copying Zhuang Jingti, so Cheng Jin's Zhuang Jingti is not strange, but the strange thing is that she is not only similar in appearance, but also god-like.

There are a lot of women who can write Zhuang Jingti well, but there is no one who can write Zhuang Jingti's charm, after all, not everyone can have the bearing of Queen Zhuang Jing.

The poem "Spring Thoughts" written by her was written by Empress Zhuang Jing when Taizu was still in the war, although it was written that the boudoir woman missed her husband who joined the army, the idea was very far-reaching, not only satirizing the tyranny of Qianyan, but also admiring the soldiers of the Xiao family's army, encouraging many men who joined the army, and was later known as a famous article in the boudoir poem.

Song Xijiu looked at the scroll in front of him, such a good word with such a poem, it was really difficult for people to hold back and shout "good".

"This handwriting is deeply rooted in the shape of Empress Zhuang Jing, but it is a little less royal solemnity and a little more lazy and free, and it is the same as the true handwriting of Empress Zhuang Jing, which is on par."

Empress Zhuang Jing is the most famous calligrapher among women, and Song Saijiu compares Cheng Jin's words with Empress Zhuang Jing's, and has invisibly sentenced the first of this volume.

"Who wrote this?" Song Xijiu looked at this handwriting and touched it carefully.

"It's Cheng Jin, the fifth girl from Chengenhou Mansion."

Song Saijiu raised his head suddenly, and said in disbelief, "That little daughter-in-law of Wen Shao'an? ”

"Yes." Mr. Pei is a little embarrassed, Cheng Jin is not stupid now.

"Isn't he a fool?" Song Saijiu was also stunned, who didn't know that Cheng Jin had been stupid for more than ten years? Can a fool write such words?

"A few months ago, I said I was sober, but now I'm not stupid." As an ordinary doctor of Taixue, Mr. Pei was still a little trembling in front of a Shangguan like Song Saijiu.

"You were able to write this handwriting a few months ago?" Song Saijiu didn't believe it, this was obviously a slap in the face of these hard-working readers, don't you need to practice basic skills to read and learn characters? Can it be done overnight?