"Of course. Don't say that in half an hour, you can take him down with only five breaths. Ruyoshi was still confident in this, and said strangely: "However, how can I let him stand there and not move for half an hour to let me take it?" ”

"It's just your trance, no more, no less, exactly half an hour." Wen Qingwu got up from the swing, stroked her skirt, and turned around and walked downstairs.

The weather was cloudy for two days and it rained, and Wen Qingwu took the hat to catch frogs in the flower field with the willow leaves. In the afternoon, the rain stopped, and there were still drops of crystal water under the eaves.

Liu Ye was playing with a frog tied outside the house, estimating that the hour was almost up, Wen Qingwu took Liuji and got up and headed towards the bookstore in Luoyang Palace.

After all, the shackles of women's identity are there, and although they seem to be free, it's not easy to really read books related to political affairs. But it's easy to look at bizarre miscellaneous books, such as ancient books, or medicine.

When I arrived at the bookstore, I saw two women in yellow shirts with their backs to the door, flipping through the books on the shelves.

"What books are Seongyang and Shunzhen reading?" Wen Qingwu put down the hat he was holding and leaned against the wall and walked into the bookstore.

Hearing the voice, Princess Changle and Princess Chengyang both turned their heads to look at the door.

"Master, are you well?" Chengyang looked at Wen Qingwu who walked in and asked happily.

They all knew about Wen Qingwu's serious injury, and after coming to Luoyang Palace, they also went to visit Wen Qingwu many times in the East Garden, but they all sat down for a while and left. After all, the imperial doctor said that what she needs most now is rest, so she doesn't dare to bother more.

Wen Qingwu's bandaged hand shook; "Do you think I'm looking like I'm okay?"

Changle looked at Wen Qingwu's injuries and said, "The imperial doctor said that he would lie down for half a year, will it affect your body if you get up and move around so quickly?" ”

Changle's small character is Shunzhen, since Chengyang recognized her as a husband, she has often had contact, and after a few interactions, she feels that this person can be made.

Integrity, Yale-China moderation. Although his mind is not as smart as Su Jinli, he is calm with the people he intersects with. The biggest feature is that they are more disciplined than many women of their time.

This is the most speculative for Wen Qingwu, who grew up in a strict environment of etiquette and religion in his previous life.

"No, it won't. It's just a walk. Wen Qingwu replied and walked to the side of the two: "What are you all looking at?" ”

"I'm reading a medical book." Changle replied and handed the book he was flipping in his hand to Wen Qingwu.

Wen Qingwu flipped over the book cover, "The Yellow Emperor's Inner Canon".

"How did you think of reading a medical book?" She asked.

Changle looked at Chengyang, Chengyang lowered his head embarrassedly, and whispered obediently: "It's me, seeing that the master has been lying on the bed, I will see if there is any way to help recuperate." ”

Unexpectedly, the two of them came here because of themselves, Wen Qingwu handed the book in his hand to Changle and said to Chengyang: "If there is, the imperial doctor will naturally write a prescription." Instead of coming here to read these obscure medical books, you should read more guqin scores.

I heard someone say that there are a lot of guqin scores hidden here in Luoyang? ”

Changle nodded: "Yes." But they are all reprints, and the original scores are all in the Hongwen Hall in Ouchi, which is in the hands of the Hongwen Hall Bachelor, and if there is no dictation from the emperor, you will not borrow it. ”

"It's nice to have a copy of it." Wen Qingwu said, following the markers of the bookshelf towards the location of the piano score. The civilization of the land of China is bright and dazzling. During this period, many famous works and inventions were derived, but many of them gradually disappeared in the torrent of time in the change of dynasties.

There is less and less generation from generation to generation, and the more it is lost, the more it is lost.

It is a great blessing to be able to read books that are now called rare books thousands of years in advance, whether it is about piano skills or not.

Soon arrived at the place where the piano score was, Wen Qingwu picked a few books for Chengyang and another for Changle. I watched it myself.

It was indeed as she expected, there were many rare books that had been lost in previous lives, and even the reprinted copies were enough to make Wen Qingwu obsessed. I watched this for two hours.

By the time Wen Qingwu came out of the book, it was already dark. And Chengyang and Changle are also gone. Only the little head of the bookstore bowed down and stood beside Wen Qingwu. Seeing that she finally came back to her senses, she looked at herself and said busily: "Cairen, the fifth and sixteenth princesses of the fifth and sixteenth princesses were fascinated by you reading and didn't bother you." Let the slaves and maids tell you that they have already returned first. ”

As he spoke, the little boss hammered his sore waist. His eyes quickly glanced at Wen Qingwu, who was covered in bandages. She had stood there for so long, and she seemed more energetic than herself.

It seems that he is not as good as a man with broken bones. I will definitely go to the Xi Official Bureau to take a look at the old waist.

Wen Qingwu put the score in his hand on the bookshelf, nodded and said, "Well, I know." As he spoke, he walked to the other side of the bookshelf.

"Don't you bring talents?" The little boss asked Wen Qingwu while hammering his old waist. This afternoon, Wen Cairen read almost the entire shelf of the piano scores. It seems that you like it very much, don't you take it back to practice? Thinking about the attitude of the fifth and sixteenth princesses towards this Wen Cairen, the little master's voice became more and more respectful: "Actually, these are all reprints, even if you take them back and look at them for a few days, it will be fine." ”

The meaning of the reminder in these words is obvious, probably because he thought that Wen Qingwu was a talented person who was snubbed by the emperor and did not dare to take rare books out of the bookstore at will.

In the entire Ouchi, who doesn't know that she Wen Qingwu was disliked by the emperor and relegated to live in the dilapidated building in the East Garden.

Wen Qingwu didn't poke at the kind reminder of the little master, only shook his head and said, "No need." "One look, it's enough.

After going around in a circle, Wen Qingwu returned to the bookshelf where the medical books were placed. She looked at the sky.

Seeing that Wen Qingwu turned around and stopped in front of the medical bookshelf, the little palm who followed behind couldn't help but 'groan' in his heart!

This Wen Cai person, he won't read the piano score and come to see this medicine again, right?! It's two hours at a glance, who can stand it! Not to mention this, it should be the time for the bookstore to fall the key!

"Can I take some of this book back and read it?" Wen Qingwu asked, pointing to a few books on the shelves.

Can't ask for it! "Yes." The little boss breathed a sigh of relief in his heart, and his attitude was respectful and happy.

Wen Qingwu picked up a few medical books, turned around and walked out of the bookstore.

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In the early morning of the second day, after breakfast, I was asking Ruji to wrap himself with a bandage to show off his appearance, when he heard the willow leaves playing with frogs outside jump in: "Master, the princess is here!" ”

After speaking, he jumped out again, and after a while, he only heard the voice of Liu Ye saluting: "Slave and maid see the crown princess!" ”

"Little turnip, get up." Su Jinli waved his hand at the willow leaf and stepped into the room.