Zhu Gui, Zhu Xiongying and others also looked at Lan Bin worriedly, and his father (imperial grandfather) Chrysostom said that if Brother Bin copied the Analects three times, then Brother Bin must copy the Analects three times, otherwise it would be a rebellion.

And the three Analects add up to tens of thousands of words.

Tomorrow morning, copy tens of thousands of words, will you finish writing?

"You don't have to worry about it, I have my own way!" Lan Bin smiled.

When he guessed that Zhu Yuanzhang might be deliberately targeting him, he knew that he couldn't hide from copying the Analects. I wondered in my heart how to finish copying the Analects three times before tomorrow morning. ap.

Thinking about it left and right, he finally thought of a way, but whether this method can work or not, he has to go back to the house to verify it.

Zhu Xiongying was surprised: "Cousin, what can you do?"

"You'll know then!"

Lan Bin pretended to smile mysteriously, diverted the topic, and after appeasing Zhu Bai and the others, he sent Zhu Bai and the others away before Mr. entered the main hall.

After Zhu Bai and the others left, Zhu Xiongying suddenly whispered, "Cousin, don't worry, after I get out of school, I will go to Kunning Palace to ask for the emperor's grandmother. Let the Imperial Grandmother intercede with the Imperial Grandfather and spare you from punishment!"

"Grandpa Huang listens to the words of the imperial grandmother the most, there is a royal grandmother to intercede for your cousin, cousin, you must be fine!"

"Thanks, eldest nephew!"

Lan Bin was moved for a while, and he wanted to say something to shirk it, but when he thought of the method he thought of copying the Analects, he didn't know if it would work. If it doesn't work, then tomorrow morning, I will definitely not be able to copy the Analects three times.

When the time comes, Queen Ma will come forward to intercede, and she will be able to get out of the way.

Zhu Xiongying smiled, and wanted to say something, but when he saw that the lecturer was coming, he hurriedly said to Lan Bin that Mr. was here, so he picked up the books on the table and made a serious appearance.

Lan Bin also restrained his thoughts, sat up straight, and opened the books on the table.

At the beginning of the afternoon, Lan Bin said hello to Zhu Xiongying, Zhu Bai and other princes and grandchildren, and hurriedly left the palace, took the carriage waiting outside the palace, and returned to the Lan Mansion.

Back at the Lan Mansion, Lan Bin summoned a subordinate and asked, "Is Lan Wu in the Mansion?"

"Back to the young master, the housekeeper went to Daming Daily, and he hasn't come back yet!" The servant replied.

Lan Bin raised his eyebrows, didn't ask more, waved his hand to let the subordinates go down, and took Thursday directly to the kitchen, asking people to find some goose feathers on the one hand, and sand on the other.

After the people found the sand and goose feathers, Lan Bin began to direct the people to heat the sand and heat treat the goose feathers.

Following Lan Bin's Thursday, from the beginning to the end, the more I looked, the more confused I became. Finally, I saw Lan Bin holding a delicate and valuable dagger, trimming and trimming the goose feathers.

I couldn't help but say, "Young Master, what are you doing here?"

"Make a pen!" Lan Bin trimmed the tip of the quill pen without raising his head.

Thursday was even more confused: "Make a pen? What kind of pen?"

"A writing pen, of course!" Lan Bin repaired the nib of the quill pen, looked at it in his hand, and said with some joy: "It's finally done, but I don't know, how about using it!"

Yes, the solution he came up with was to copy the Analects with a hard pen.

He was not good at calligraphy, and the calligraphy he wrote was miserable, and his writing speed was slow, and it was basically impossible to copy the Analects three times before tomorrow morning.

Whereas a hard pen is different.

Before he came to Lanfu, he had been writing hard pen characters, and the writing speed was quite fast.

Although copying the Analects three times requires copying tens of thousands of words, and the time is very tight, if you write with a hard pen, you will at least have a chance to copy it before tomorrow morning.

It's not like copying with a brush, it's not a chance at all.

It's just that due to the constraints of time, he didn't have time to make hard pens such as fountain pens, so he could only make relatively simple quill pens.

Thursday looked at the quill pen that Lan Bin was holding, and said with a strange expression, "Young Master, do you use this goose feather to write? No, this goose feather can be used as a pen and for writing?"

"Whether the quill can write or not, you'll find out later!"

Lan Bin was in a much better mood, didn't bother with Thursday, said casually, and concentrated on making quills.

After a short time, Lan Bin made fifteen quills that could be used, and then stopped making quills. With fifteen quills, he came to the desk in the study, and while letting Thursday sharpen the ink, he took out a copy of the Analects from the bookshelf in the study.

Then spread out the Analects and rice paper on the desk, dip a quill pen in the ink that had been sharpened last Thursday, and write the two characters on the rice paper.

After writing, Lan Bin felt a little uncomfortable, not that he wrote with a quill pen and did not meet expectations, but that he used to write hard pen words, all with fountain pens, ballpoint pens and other pens.

As for the quill, it was the first time he used it, and he felt a little uncomfortable.

This quill made by the young master can really write?