"You're a new scholar, come on, grind the ink. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 info" When Bu Zheng was still confused, the scholarly girl said to Bu Zheng.

Although the smell of books is very strong, it still carries the breath of the children of the rivers and lakes, this is the literati of the martial arts world.

"I'm not a scholar, I'm a handyman. Bu Zheng immediately shook his head and said.

"Isn't the scholar just a handyman, you live here, right?" The scholarly girl looked at Bu Zheng, and then said, if it weren't for the subordinates who lived here, I believe they wouldn't come to their own courtyard, unless they came to find abuse.

"Well, Steward Li let me live here. Bu Zheng nodded.

"That's my new boy. The scholarly girl smiled and said, "It's been a long time since there has been a scholar to serve, and Miss Ben has to do things like grinding ink by herself, it's really a headache, now it's okay." ”

"However, Steward Li just said that I was a miscellaneous worker, and I couldn't be a scholar. Bu Zheng shook his head and said, it's not that he doesn't want to do it, but he is an illiterate person, so how can he be a scholar.

"Didn't I just say that scholars are miscellaneous boys, don't you know how to polish ink?" the scholarly girl asked directly.

"I'm not very good at ......," Bu Zheng replied, grinding ink is also a requirement, a question of shade.

"I'll warn you of this. The bookish girl said.

"Oh well. Bu Zheng replied, now he has nothing to do, isn't it just grinding ink, and others don't dislike good or bad.

"You are new here, get to know me, my name is Su Dieyi, the pieces of butterfly clothes are light, a little scarlet small, and the Tao is that Tiangong does not hesitate to spend flowers. Hundreds of thousands of ingenuity. The scholarly girl said.

"Oh......" Bu Zheng responded, he wouldn't know what this Su Dieyi was thinking, he didn't know at all.

"Oh what. What about you?" asked Su Dieyi.

"What am I?" Bu Zheng was stunned for a moment, and did not react.

"Your name!" Su Dieyi asked.

"My name is Bu Zheng. Bu Zheng replied.

The way of heaven is to win without fighting, to respond well without words, to come without calling, and to be good at planning. Su Dieyi said.

"......" Bu Zheng didn't know his name and this exquisiteness, and. He didn't understand the meaning of the sentence either.

"Grinding ink and grinding ink, I will write the words about 'Bu Zheng' today, which is as good as water. How about this?" Su Dieyi looked at Bu Zheng with a smile.

"I don't know. Bu Zheng replied.

"It's good if it's good, it's not good if it's not good, I don't know what to say, I hate people like you the most. I guess you won't be around for long. Su Dieyi was very dissatisfied with Bu Zheng's answer.

"Maybe. Bu Zheng thought for a while and said.

"What do you mean. I said that if you don't stay long, you will agree, won't you fight for it, maybe you can succeed? Su Dieyi said again.

"Miss Dieyi, where is Mo?" Bu Zheng said directly.

"In there, hey, are you changing the subject, trying to perfunctory me? Su Dieyi pointed inside. Said a little reluctantly.

"No, my mother taught me. Talk less, do more. Bu Zheng said.

"That's right, let's do things, you also move the table inside, and the four treasures of the study. Su Dieyi said.

"Yes!"

After Bu Zheng entered, he came out quickly, and he got everything done at one time, not because of his strength, but because of the Qiankun ring, as the so-called, Qiankun bag is a good helper for your life, with it, the thing that helps to lift is to easily collect and release.

"Miss Dieyi, your table, and the four treasures of the study. Bu Zheng said, and began to grind the ink, as for the paper, he did not help spread out, because he did not know what kind of paper to use, the literati seem to be very particular about paper, what kind of paper is used for calligraphy, what kind of paper is used for painting, and what kind of calligraphy is written on different paper, these, Bu Zheng does not understand, so he does not participate.

"The ink is too thin, aggravate it a little ......"

Su Dieyi spread out a piece of paper, pressed it with a paperweight, picked up the pen and thought for a while, and then asked, "Should I use a small seal, or a official script, or a regular script?"

"What?" Bu Zheng didn't understand this at all, if he understood this, then he wouldn't be an illiterate Bai Ding.

"Forget it, use a small seal, my favorite is this, beautiful! Ink is okay, don't ink first, it's best to write at this concentration." Su Dieyi said.

"Understood. Bu Zheng nodded and said, he has now memorized this concentration, and I believe that there will be no need to say it next time.

Su Dieyi looked at the paper in front of her, stared at it for a long time, then took a deep breath, then put down her pen, and slowly a picturesque character appeared on the white paper.

"Look, isn't this pretty. Su Dieyi said.

"Well, it's beautiful. Bu Zheng nodded, from the feeling point of view, these shoes are indeed very beautiful, much more beautiful than Su Baitao's words before.

Of course, this is just to say beautiful, not to say anything else, some fonts are beautiful themselves, and beautiful is not the standard of calligraphy, calligraphy also needs to be vigorous and powerful, and there is a momentum between the fonts.

"Help me frame it!" Su Dieyi gave the drawing paper to Bu Zheng.

"Oh. Bu Zheng nodded, although he had not framed calligraphy and painting, but this thing seemed to be very simple, as long as there were materials, it would be done in minutes.

And just now Bu Zheng saw the materials inside, went in to get the materials, and framed them inside by the way, ready to ask Su Dieyi if it was okay.

Under normal circumstances, this should be no problem, although it is the first time he has framed it, but it is still more beautiful to ask himself.

"New kid, what are you carrying?"

After Bu Zheng came out, he heard a cold voice, which seemed to be Su Dieyi's voice just now, but it sounded different, and I didn't know why.

And at this time, Su Dieyi looked at him coldly, and her expression seemed to have changed a lot, not like a girl next door like just now.

"It's just a few words of yours, you didn't ask me to frame it for you. Bu Zheng replied, ready to show Su Dieyi.

"Show me!" Su Dieyi reached out and took the calligraphy and painting, and after a while, she made a concession and unexpected action, she tore the calligraphy and painting directly, and then said two words-

"Trash!"

Damn, even if I frame it a little bit, you don't have to tear it all off, this can be reframed.

Although Bu Zheng felt that Su Dieyi was making a bit of a fuss, he didn't bother to care about her, anyway, it was her own things, so he stood silently on the side, waiting for other instructions from this Miss Dieyi.

Then, this Miss Su Dieyi showed the three talents of piano, calligraphy and painting in front of Bu Zheng, which seemed to be of a very high level, but Bu Zheng has been standing aside to practice, forgetting things and me for the time being, and grinding ink at most.

Bu Zheng felt that he couldn't understand these things, and soon he was relieved, and this Miss Su Dieyi began to read the book, and there was nothing to do with him.

Then, he was going to ask Steward Li what was going on, he was not a miscellaneous person, how could there be such a young lady.

Relatively speaking, Bu Zheng prefers to do chores, because the time for chores can be arranged by himself, and he can do things well and don't have to worry about other things.

"What? Miss Seven is back? Are you okay?" When Steward Li heard Bu Zheng's words, he was startled, and asked a question that Rang Zheng didn't understand.

What do you mean I'm fine, should something happen to me?

"Then you shouldn't have met the most terrible Miss Seven. Steward Li said another word that Concession Zheng didn't understand.

"Seeing that you don't understand, I'll tell you, it was so late yesterday, and there were people in other places, so I arranged Miss Seven's place for you to live temporarily, anyway, Miss Seven's room is still empty. Originally, Miss Seven recently went to play with her classmates, and it stands to reason that she should not come back until ten days later, but she didn't expect to come back so early. Steward Li continued.

His words are right, Miss Seven came back suddenly, but it is unknown whether he really arranged for Bu Zheng to live there because he had no place, or because he wanted him to become Miss Seven's scholar.

However, in any case, the situation is the same now.

"Since Miss Seven has seen you, and you have served her, then you are now Miss Seven's new scholar. Steward Li said, and when he said this, he seemed to have done a very difficult thing, and breathed a sigh of relief.

"I can't be a scholar, I'm illiterate!" Bu Zheng said directly.

"I know you'll make excuses, Miss Seven is indeed very troublesome, but you also find a more normal excuse, don't look for this kind of excuse. Steward Li said.

"But ......" Bu Zheng wanted to say that this was true, but Steward Li didn't give him a chance to say it.

"Don't be, it's decided, you are now Miss Seven's scholar, remember, don't provoke Miss Seven, she may find you as an opponent, the other two Miss Seven are nothing. Steward Li said.

"Wait, what do you mean by that, what do you mean by the other two Miss Seven?" Bu Zheng couldn't understand what he said, is there a lot of Miss Seven?

"Miss Seven has a split personality, when it is normal, she talks and laughs with people, although she talks a little too much, and often comes out with poetry, but she is very good. Steward Li said.

Damn, this Miss Seven actually has this disease, her personality is split, and she is still three, no wonder she felt different before, it turned out that her personality had changed, and this normal Miss Seven should be the first.

"And the seventh miss who only knows Xi Wen is proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and her level is much higher than that of the normal Miss Seven, and she may also be the strongest in the Su family's literature, although this Miss Wen Qi is a little cold, but at least she can't use force, but sometimes her lethality is not weaker than that of Miss Wu Qi. Steward Li continued.

"As for Miss Wu Qi...... Hey......" Steward Li looked at Bu Zheng, "You'd better hope she doesn't show up......"

"......" (To be continued.) )