She cleaned up the paper on the table and put her own words and Zhao Yichen's together, although she knew that her words were ugly, she didn't expect them to be so ugly in comparison.

Song Zhi has never been a person who retreats from difficulties, and once he starts, he has to do his best to do some things well.

She found a brocade box, put away the words written by Zhao Yichen, and put it in a separate place.

He picked up the pen from the table, imitated the paper that Zhao Yichen fell, and wrote it over and over again.

Most people in the world are shallow and can only see their own interests. And often when something happens, it's not just one person who is holding back.

To govern the country, we must put our own interests behind us, and we must not even have such thoughts.

A king and a courtier, especially at the beginning of the transition between the old and new dynasties.

Through just a few words, Song Zhi seemed to see the helplessness hidden behind the emperor's honor.

Song Zhi understood He Lanzhuo's embarrassment, and suddenly understood Zhao Yichen's hesitation.

She also sometimes hates herself, worrying too much about irrelevant people and always ignoring her own feelings.

I started and fell in.

After the ministers retreated, there was only silence left in the Heavenly Temple, the palace lamps were eclipsed by the sun, and several beaded curtains hung on the side and glowed gold.

In the huge palace, there is only Zhao Yichen alone, and countless loneliness and loneliness.

He picked out a pen from the sea of pens to prepare Zhu Pi, but found that it was not the one that taught Song Zhi to write in the library building.

I don't know when it started, but a seed has taken root in his heart.

He was ashamed of this unknown emotion, and he would not and would not dare to face it.

The mood upset him, and he didn't have Zhu Pi's mood, so he got up and walked out.

Seeing this, Qin Nei, who was standing at the door waiting, hurriedly stepped forward: "Your Majesty, where are you going?" ”

After staying in the hall for a long time, I suddenly saw that the sun was still a little dazzling.

yes, where can he go?

He looked up at the sun and tried to fight it.

In vain.

Zhao Yichen didn't know where he wanted to go, he wanted to snub her for a few days, but he still couldn't control and walked in the direction of the library.

The flowers and trees in front of the library building grow very well, and they are also green in winter, and the sunlight shines on the dark red wooden floor, adding a bit of unknown charm to this building, and the yew next to the door has grown so much that it is about to climb the Zhu Pavilion on the second floor, which is extremely luxuriant.

Zhao Yichen walked in and found that there was no one he wanted to see inside.

Most of the mood was instantly extinguished, and a nameless anger suddenly surged into my heart.

Just as he sat down, he found that there was a brocade box next to the table where Song Zhi was staying, surrounded by messy waste paper, and there were vague words on it that Song Zhi copied.

Knowing that Song Zhi was imitating his handwriting, Zhao Yichen was a little happy.

He picked up a few scattered pieces on the ground, and when he looked closely, Song Zhi came from outside with a snack.

"Your Majesty, peace of mind." Seeing Zhao Yichen sitting there, Song Zhi was a little panicked, but he didn't forget to salute.

"This is the word you practiced?" Obviously a little happy, but when he said it, he was very angry.

This question made Song Zhi feel a little weak, it was originally used to pass the time, and he really didn't plan to write it carefully, so naturally it was a little unpleasant.

"You have the right glyphs, but you don't have bones." Zhao Yichen picked up a few and looked at them in a row, and continued, "Practicing calligraphy should start from practicing your heart, and if you don't have bones in your heart, practice your bones first." ”

Song Zhiying walked to the table, and just wanted to sit down, only to hear Zhao Yichen say, "Set up another table." ”

She has never practiced calligraphy, and she doesn't know what is called a bone, and what is a bone in her heart.

Coming from the distant desert, after spending the first half of the year in the wind and sand, it would be good to survive by snatching food from the mouths of wild beasts, and what bones could there be.

Only when she met Helanzhuo did she pick up a life, but Helanzhuo didn't tell her this, only let her know that she could only live by blindly obeying.

I don't know much about what Zhao Yichen said, Song Zhi picked up the pen and sat in front of the table, but he didn't know how to put it down.

"Bring the whip." Zhao Yichen saw that Song Zhi was slow to make a move, so he simply took tough measures.

"I—I don't know what bones are." As soon as he heard that he was going to take the whip, Song Zhi's hand holding the pen trembled.

"There are only two kinds of bones in the world, one is called sentient beings, and the other is called slave bones, which do you think you are?" Zhao Yichen changed his posture, but his sharp tone still did not change.

Thinking of Zhao Yichen's scolding of her earlier, Song Zhi also replied with some confidence: "I, I don't know." ”

The person on the other side sneered, picked up the whip and raised it in the air, "No, you know, you know that you are a slave but you don't dare to say it." ”

Zhao Yichen rolled up the whip, took the handle backwards, and pointed at Song Zhi, "Have you ever seen a slave who practices Chinese characters and cultivates his mind, and he wants to shave off your cheap bones right now." ”

The handle slammed against the edge of the table like death striking the dying man's bed with a scythe.

Zhao Yichen ordered someone to send the fold to the library building, and the two of them each occupied a table.

Zhu Pi's hand did not stop, and his eyes always looked at Song Zhi from time to time.

If there is weakness or improper posture, the punishment is immediate.

Such days have passed for more than half a month, Song Zhi is literate, and now he has realized a lot of truths by practicing calligraphy to cultivate his body and mind.