"Sir is right!"

The study was calm for a long time, and Old Man Zhou let out a long breath, he wanted to refute but was speechless, and finally turned into a helpless sad smile, as if there was a story behind him that he couldn't tell to anyone. Pen & Fun & Pavilion www.biquge.info

Except for the emperor, I am afraid that not many people can know or even understand this kind of price.

"Uncle Shi, you ......"

The little grandfather looked at Zhou Lao in surprise, there was not a trace of anger and murderous aura on the old man's body, only the twilight and exhaustion of the old man were left.

"Too much power and lust is like a poisoned wine, not only intoxicating, but also disorienting!"

Li Xiaobai drew a scale on a black lacquered wooden board, on which was marked a big word "Tian".

Although in his mind, God is a thief, a dead God, a bastard, but he is fair, even if it is not the kind of absolute fairness that people want, but it can always be relatively fair, the pay and the gain are often equal, and if you want to take shortcuts, you must take risks.

Imperial power, phase power, clans, commoners, wealthy families, farmers, industrialists and soldiers, all strata, all groups, you have me, I have you, different interests are bloodily picked up, and they are shown through words,

is obviously a very heavy schoolwork, Li Xiaobai watched the little grandfather being forcibly depressed again and again, and he spoke more happily and enjoyed.

However, after all, rebellion is a dangerous move, and the risks and uncertainties are too great, unlike the rebellion, which involves all aspects, and many details are complicated and unclear, so Li Xiaobai ended the course in just one afternoon.

"Today's homework is here first, the homework is how to complete the rebellion of the little grandfather of Jingguogong, hehe, the number of words starts at 20,000, at least six plans, hand it over to me on Monday!

Li Xiaobai was determined to drag Deng Fei into the water, and after speaking, he smiled at Zhou Lao, who had been listening for three days, and laughed so much that the latter felt a drum in his heart, should this kid see something?

"Ahh

Even if he guessed in advance that this gentleman was not well-intentioned, Deng Fei was still caught off guard, and he looked at Zhou Lao with some embarrassment.

"Don't worry, Uncle Shi will help you!"

Zhou Lao also smiled at Deng Fei, and that smile was almost exactly the same as Li Xiaobai.

Deng Fei couldn't help but have some doubts, could it be that Mr. and Uncle Shi had colluded.

Li Xiaobai suddenly remembered something, and immediately said to Zhou Lao, who was listening: "There is another matter, I need to ask Zhou Lao!"

"But it doesn't hurt to talk about it! if you can do it, the old man will not be a problem."

Zhou Lao was in a good mood and nodded.

"The younger generation has bought a new house in Taipingfang, needs a door plaque, the younger generation is not good at calligraphy, the word is like a dog crawling, if it is convenient for Zhou Lao, please help with the inscription!

Li Xiaobai is self-aware, and he can't choose those calligraphers well, but he found that the old man who had been listening to the lecture for a few days had thick calluses between his fingers, and he knew that he was used to holding a pen, and most of the pen strength was not bad, so he opened his mouth to ask for words.

The old man looked at Li Xiaobai with some surprise, and he didn't know what he was thinking in his heart, and when Xiaobai was about to give up, he spoke again.

"Okay! If you don't fulfill your wish this time, I don't know how to arrange the old man in the future, more things are better than less things, let's talk about it first, you don't have to be idle old man's ugly words! For the sake of the old man's calendar you sent today, the pen fee will be counted!"

The old man's words were half-true, but he was really frightened by Li Xiaobai's madness in smashing the Royal Secret Department and squeezing the envoys of Fengxuanguo.

"Hehe, hey, the elders dare not resign! The younger generation is very honored!"

Li Xiaobai originally estimated that it would cost 100 taels, but now it seems that it has been saved.

"Pen and ink, paper, hurry! I don't have any eyesight!"

Li Xiaobai is familiar with supporting the little grandfather.

The place where the class is taught is Jing Guogong's study, with good Songjiang inkstone, ice spirit dipterocarp ink, snow paper from Chengxintang, and light bamboo Zihao Lake pens.

With tea as the juice, the ice spirit dipterocarp ink slowly dissolves in a Songjiang inkstone, the ink is light and heavy, the old man stands at the desk, at the moment of grasping the pen, the momentum changes sharply, as if standing on the top of the mountain overlooking all living beings, at the same time life and death to take whatever he wants, such as the aura of the prison shrouded a desk, he groaned slightly, full of ink and sweat of the lake pen pen full of strokes, like peers on the paper like flowing water on the paper to reprimand Fang Xuan.

The word "Li Fu" is majestic, and even Xiaobai's half-hangers know that they have found the right person, whether it is a person or a word, such an atmosphere is rare.

In the lower right corner, there is also an inscription by the way: "Tianfang Old Man Question"

"Old Man Tianfang" is mostly another name for Zhou Lao's self-inflicted name.

"Good word!"

Li Xiaobai and the little grandfather Deng Fei spoke in unison, the two glanced at each other, and for the first time they agreed with each other.

"Thank you Elder Zhou!"

After thanking him, Li Xiaobai carefully dried the ink and carefully rolled up the four-foot-wide Chengxintang paper.

Zhou Lao said with an inexplicable smile: "I guess I won't insult your mansion!"

"It's a must to shine!"

Li Xiaobai agrees very much.

The little grandfather had a happy look on his face, Uncle Shi's actions meant that it was a kind of recognition, and his previous worries no longer existed.

Li Xiaobai held the inscription on the door plaque and walked out of the study not far from the demon girl, and the voice still came from outside the door.

"Twenty thousand words, six plans, don't forget, otherwise be careful that the ass is opened flowers!"

The little grandfather covered his buttocks like a conditioned reflex, and when he reacted with a red face, he saw Zhou Lao looking at him with the same urgency, smiling like a child.

Today's homework ended early, and Li Xiaobai accompanied Qing Yao to walk around the West Market for a while, so that the demon girl would not stop until the money was spent.

The east city is busy with gold and iron, the west city is silky, the south city is mule and horse wang, and the north city is Jiao Niangxiang.

Most of the shops in this western market are furs from Beidi, silk from Nanyue, brocade from Sichuan and Shu, and cotton and linen produced by the Dawu Dynasty.

The shopkeepers on the road saw the enchantress with a hat and tulle covering their faces, and they couldn't help but shout a little louder.

"The new arrival of Snowflake Aya, buy a foot free!"

"The best Shu brocade, three through one foot! The quantity of goods is limited!"

"Nanling Road's potatoes and hemp, clearance is cheap!"

When the demon girl saw those colorful silk brocades, her pupils immediately turned into broken golden vertical pupils, and she almost lost her soul, so she forcibly pulled Li Xiaobai into the shop she fancied, and pulled the fabric and draped it on herself.

"Childe, are you optimistic?"

"Beautiful!"

"Shopkeeper!

"Wait, what are you buying so much for?

"Then come to Shizhang!"

"What's the difference between this and taking the whole volume, one zhang is enough!"

"Oh! The slave family wants a zhang! This also needs a zhang, that also needs a zhang, this, this, this...... It's all going to be a big deal!"

“......”

Li Xiaobai knew that he was self-defeating, and he couldn't settle this demon girl without two hundred times.

Who said that a hundred pieces of silver could get a Transfiguration Realm demon clan?

He must be in a hurry with the other party, at least two hundred!

Fortunately, Hu Li did not lose his strength, and easily carried a large bag of fabric back to the carriage.

Almost stepping on the tail of three hundred curfew drums, Li Xiaobai and his entourage returned to the mansion in Taipingfang.

"Welcome home!"

The middle door is wide open, and a large family welcomes the master home.

"Take it! This is the inscription on the door plaque! Have you bought it in the afternoon?"

Li Xiaobai put Zhou Lao's pen and ink into the butler's hand.

"The little one has already been done! The master of the tailor's shop has already come, and you and Miss Qingyao, as well as Huli's figure, I will ask him to come again tomorrow morning." ”

Butler Li Wushuang replied respectfully, he slowly unfolded the Chengxintang paper in his hand, and an indescribable atmosphere came from the paper, he couldn't help but gasp, and lost his voice: "Good words!"

The words are like the people, and it can be seen that the person who wrote these two words must not be an ordinary person.

Li Xiaobai took Qing Yao and walked inside, and said without looking back: "Of course it's a good word!

"Yes, the little one must find a skilled craftsman!"

Li Wushuang's face showed joy, and he made up his mind to use good mahogany and gold lacquer characters to make the door plaque of this mansion, and the magnificence was probably not worse than the nearby high-ranking mansions.

"Young master, someone sent a letter to the house this afternoon, naming it for the young master!"

The butler seemed to remember something, carefully rolled up the paper in his hand, and chased after him.

- (To be continued.) )