The manuscript was wrinkled, and the bottle carefully held it in his arms.

The scent of ink hit her face, making her secretly intoxicated.

The bottle has a light gait and a curling grace.

Walked out of Han Fu's small courtyard and went to the courtyard of Baili Mingsu.

The story of Shicai was fascinated, but it was discovered by my uncle, and the bottle had palpitations.

Thinking back at this moment, my uncle was not only not angry, but smiled and asked her how the story was.

"The story written by my uncle is very good."

The bottle thought sweetly, and pushed open the boudoir of thyme.

"Miss."

With a light call, the bottle walked to the thyme Mingsu who had read the case in front of the case.

She put the manuscript of "Nie Xiaoqian" on the table, and took out the neatly folded "Dream Order" from her arms.

"This is the words written by my uncle, and this is the story written by my uncle. The words are good, and the story is good. ”

Bottler first handed the "Dream Order" to Baili Mingsu, and praised Han Fu in his mouth.

Lian'er is still embroidering, as a personal maid, if there is no Baili Mingsu's instructions, when Lian'er has nothing to do, only embroidery to relieve boredom.

At this moment, seeing that Bottler was returning with her uncle's manuscript, Lian'er glanced at it curiously, then put down her needle and thread, got up and walked quickly.

"Miss, Lian'er also wants to see it."

Standing beside the bottle, Lian'er asked for a smile and waited playfully.

"What are you anxious about, wait for Miss to read it first." Bottle reprimanded Lian'er for being ignorant.

Lian'er didn't care, stuck out the tip of her tongue lightly, and wrinkled her nose.

She grimaced and said, "What's wrong with me?" I'm just asking Miss. ”

The two maids talked about it, Baili Ming turned a deaf ear, she took the lead in picking up "Like a Dream Order" and looked at it intently.

The moment his eyes touched the paper, the handwriting came into view, and Baili Mingsu was stunned for a moment, and then his face was solemn.

From childhood to adulthood, Baili Mingsu has read countless papers, and many famous calligraphy books are also copied.

But when I saw Han Fu's manuscript, his words jumped on the paper, but his body was unseen and unheard of.

It's a new typeface, a little immature, but one of its own.

Even, thin, hard, strong, rigorous, crisp and beautiful.

Baili Mingsu was secretly shocked, her husband was not only a poet in the world, but also a calligrapher who had the style of founding a sect.

Suddenly, her emotions throbbed, like a stream of water, swimming in her heart.

Poetry and books are excellent, and the character is also good.

With such a husband, what more can a wife ask for?

Frank and casual, natural and peaceful. After getting along for less than two days, Baili Mingsu concluded Han Fu's character.

Whether there is a difference between what is on the surface and what is inside and outside needs to be observed.

After some time, if Han Fuzhen is not inferior and couples in the same bed, there is no need to refuse.

Baili Mingsu couldn't stop thinking nonsense, lost his mind for a moment, and then woke up.

Her own reaction made her secretly sigh, and then read the manuscript again and read the content carefully.

"Last night's rain was sparse and the wind was sudden, and the heavy sleep did not kill the wine.... Do you know, do you know? It should be green, fat, red and thin. ”

As the bottle said, words are good words.

The ingenuity of the words is convincing.

Especially the word fat and thin, it can be described as imaginative.

Baili Mingsu couldn't help but be speechless, and his husband put down the pen, and he really won't disappoint.

It's another masterpiece.

A word made Baili Mingsu more and more satisfied with Han Fu.

Although this husband is from a poor family, his talent is difficult to reach even the prodigy of the poetry and book heirloom.

Moreover, at lunch today, Han Fu knocked on the side and led the conversation to Zhou Yuantu.

Zhou Qing spits, not angry but rewarded.

These two things alone are enough to see that Han Fu is also sensitive, not stupid and pedantic.

She was secretly glad that if it weren't for the Qin family's strong repentance of marriage, she could only miss out on such a beloved.

It's just that such a beloved, where is his ambition?

Han Fu was not enthusiastic about entering the court as an official, and his words at lunch were the best proof.

Therefore, Baili Mingsu couldn't guess Han Fu's ambition for a while.

Thinking about it to no avail, Baili Mingsu simply didn't want to, so he carefully folded "Like a Dream Order", put it away closely, and then looked at "Nie Xiaoqian".

Lian'er, who was looking forward to it, couldn't help pouting, and the bottle covered her mouth and snickered.

"You don't have to spoil the word, so don't read it, and read this story later."

Baili Ming Su Pin Wen said lightly, and Lian'er nodded happily.

"Mm-hmm, thank you, miss."

......

Where do you want to go?

For now, Han Fu's ambition can be described as simple.

Live, live well.

At the beginning of the crossing, his family was surrounded by walls, he had no wealth, no relatives, and the people were in a world where they were not able to make a living.

At that time, he just wanted to live, so he went to Dingxing with a marriage contract.

After that, the Qin family repented of marriage, and then ascended to the Zhou family.

Life has been realized, and we must live well in the future.

Of course, after entering the Zhou family, Yilai stretched out his hand to eat and opened his mouth, which already met the requirements of living well.

However, Xu Chao is stormy, and he doesn't know what will happen tomorrow today, if he wants to live well all the time, he has to be prepared for danger in times of peace and prepare in advance.

Even if troubled times come, you can deal with it calmly.

Reading books, practicing calligraphy, practicing martial arts, and making money are all for this.

The ability to fight and kill the enemy was not in contact with it in his previous life, and he can only learn from others now.

But Zhou Yuantu didn't talk about credit, and said that he would come to him, but he disappeared for a long time.

"Ugh..."

Helpless, you can't go to the old lady to complain, right?

If that's the case, you can let Zhou Yuantu obediently, but this move will also be unbeautiful, and the gains outweigh the losses.

There was no way, Han Fu could only continue to play Tai Chi slowly, and then practice squatting and push-ups.

The left and right bodies are weak now, and it is not too late to practice the method of killing the enemy when they are stronger.

Han Fulian's dedication and dedication. I didn't notice the peeking eyes that came out of the wall.

After looking at Han Fu for a while, half of his head finally shrank.

Outside the courtyard wall, Zhou Yuantu jumped off Ge Liang's shoulder, clapped his hands, and said, "It's really soft, let's go, and I'll teach him real kung fu in a few days." ”

Ge Liang has a strong body, dark skin, and a beard, he is not good at words, but at this moment he still said: "Didn't the second prince promise him to teach him kung fu in the afternoon?" ”

Zhou Yuantu spread his hands and said helplessly: "There are no apples, and the monthly money is gone." ”

Ge Liang said: "You can use rotten vegetable leaves. ”

"With rotten leaves?" Zhou Yuantu looked disdainful and said proudly: "Who am I? The second son of the Zhou family, who taught his brother-in-law to practice martial arts but used rotten vegetable leaves, didn't want to spread his face? ”

Ge Liang was silent for a moment, and said, "Then I won't teach, but you can learn a thing or two." ”

Zhou Yuantu looked at Ge Liang, pointed in the direction of the main hall, and said, "My eldest brother, he is still being trained." Do you want me to beat my brother-in-law and save my eldest brother from fire and water? ”

Zhou Yuantu left on his own, followed by Ge Liang.

This afternoon, Han Fu did Tai Chi ten times in batches, doing ten sets of 200 squats and ten sets of 200 push-ups, interspersed with reading.

As for running and practicing calligraphy, it was in the morning.

At dusk, it was dark.

Baili Mingda came uninvited with a food plate and brought two new books to Han Fu.

After dinner, the two of them read by candlelight.

The gate of Zhou's mansion suddenly opened, and Zhou Yuanshan, who had been admonished by Zhou Wang's family for half a day, left in a hurry and rushed to the Tibetan Xiangju to make an appointment.