Concubine Hanhan's Concubine Gongdou

Chapter 445 What if I didn't give birth by hand?

Such a hard-working scholar, and yet so young, insists on making people write words that convince him, isn't he still demanding and making things difficult?

Jia Jiancheng hurriedly persuaded: "That's all, there is no need to write."

Why bother to embarrass an admirable junior and insist on making a fool of himself.

Lian Musu smiled, and said: "It's okay, I just want to ask you to give me some pointers."

As he said that, he went to the table, spread out the paper, and began to polish the ink and moisten the pen.

Seeing that he couldn’t persuade Jia Jiancheng, he didn’t want to persuade him any more. It happened that he also wanted to make up for it. Let’s see how the young man wrote.

Scholars cherish their pens and inkstones the most, and refuse to let strangers use them easily. Jia Jiancheng felt ashamed, so he said that it would not take much trouble to write with his own.

Lian Musu was a little surprised, he hadn't written yet, but he felt that Jia Jiancheng's attitude had changed, and he didn't know why.

He didn't refuse. After thanking him, he began to calm down and eliminate distracting thoughts in his mind. The gentle temperament of the whole person faded away, and there was an imperceptible sense of pride. His eyes were focused, and he picked up the pen and began to write.

As soon as the expert makes a move, you will know if there is any!

Everyone gathered around the table, looking at it without blinking, and exclaiming from time to time, Lianxiong is not much older than them, but the gap between people is too big!
Jia Jiancheng's eyes widened in disbelief, and his heart was agitated when he saw it. His previous self-righteousness was completely wrong. This young man has such a high attainment in calligraphy, which is no better than him who has practiced for decades. Poor people, Mr. He's handwriting is much more expressive than him!

A question came to his mind blankly: The young man said he hadn't practiced for a long time, and his hand was raw, what if he didn't practice it?
Lian Musu swiped the pen continuously, finishing it in one go, and the sentence "Swipe ink to draw the universe, and the pen to write the spring and autumn" vividly appeared on the paper.

After writing a sheet, he did not intend to stop writing, but quickly moved the written one aside. The students next to him were already convinced, and two students hurriedly took the paper with wet ink and put it away.

Lian Musu raised his head to look at Jia Jiancheng, his eyes shone with a captivating light, and said, "Sir, take care."

After saying this sentence, Lian Musu's pen was dipped in ink, and at this moment, his temperament changed again, like a sword out of its scabbard, sharp and sharp, and began to write quickly.

When Jia Jiancheng heard the reminder, he quickly held his breath, opened his fierce eyes, and was unwilling to blink. He has copied He Gong's handwriting for many years, so he can see the way.

The more he watched, the more horrified he became, and his mind was enlightened like a divine enlightenment, and he said that he almost missed the point, so the difference was here!

Inside the palace.

The emperor had just sat down in the Hall of Stars, drank a cup of tea to moisten his throat, and was opening the memorial for a few glances. Before his buttocks warmed up, he heard the report that a group of people from the Ministry of Rites and the Ministry of Officials had come. Headache.

These two people got into an argument over an innocuous issue at the court meeting, and chattered endlessly. He couldn't bear to hear it, so he withdrew from the court, but he didn't expect to come to him after the court.

He sighed, perhaps because of the influence of his little concubine, his temper has been too good recently, which made these courtiers emboldened, and even dared to come to him for trivial matters as big as sesame and mung beans.

Especially Shangshu of the Ministry of Rites is an old man who relies on the old to sell the old, and is very good at reading eyes, knowing when to be reluctant, when to accept when he is good, and whether he is slippery or not, the emperor really has a headache.

Even so, the emperor respects this old man very much. This old man is worthy of being in the court for many years. He has an extremely accurate grasp of people's hearts and the situation. Great support.

Therefore, the emperor had a very high tolerance for the Minister of Rites, and he listened to everything on weekdays, but others didn't necessarily...

The old man's vitality is also extremely strong, once came the news that he was in critical condition, saying that he was on the verge of dying.

When the news spread to the palace, the emperor rushed to visit, and when he arrived at Fan's mansion, he saw the old man drinking porridge and teasing his grandson Hanyi, who looked like he was dying.

From then on, the old man became more and more energetic, even the court meeting that he hadn't been to for a long time began not to miss, and he would come to him from time to time, crying for a long time...

The emperor knew that the old man was thinking carefully, but he was worried that he would not be able to protect his descendants after a hundred years. He also said in private that if the descendants of the Fan family did not commit any crimes, no one in the Fan family would dare to touch him for one day in his reign.

It's just that the old man still does his own thing, saying that he wants to serve the court, and he will do his best before he dies.

That's all, it's okay, with such an old man, the court will be more stable, so the emperor stopped persuading him.

A group of people soon arrived in the Hall of Stars. The Minister of Rites was afraid that the wicked people of the Ministry of Officials would sue first, so he ignored his old body and walked in front. He walked very fast, not like a 80-[-]-year-old old man.

And the Minister of the Ministry of Officials snorted coldly from his nose, insinuating that the Minister of the Ministry of Rites would go back as soon as he lived, and treat the belly of a gentleman with the heart of a villain.

Minister of the Ministry of Rites didn't care about his innocuous words, as soon as he stepped into the gate of the Star Palace, he shouted loudly: "Long live, you must be the master of the old minister!"

The voice was very desolate, the tears fell as soon as he said, and the tears and rain were pouring when he walked into the hall, crying and wiping away his tears, he knelt down slightly trembling and kowtowed, as if he had suffered a great injustice.

The Minister of the Ministry of Officials who followed was holding his breath in his heart, his blood soared rapidly, his face and neck were flushed with anger, and he almost couldn't help cursing, such a bad old man, a villain, even dare to cheat his cousin! ! !

The rest of the people waited a little slower and entered the hall to salute one after another.

General Zhichangzi saluted neatly, and couldn't help being amazed, feeling very powerful, this **** civil servant changed his face really quickly, and the front was still aggressive, and he was as desolate as a dead mother in the blink of an eye. This found.

The emperor had long since realized the strangeness, his expression remained motionless, and he just said calmly: "Let's all get flat." He didn't receive the words from the Minister of Rites.

He didn't even bother to ask anything, he had already figured out the old man's seriousness, he didn't act like this when he was serious, he had to be sloppy and roll like this, it was a matter of asking more and more vigorously.

At this time, the emperor should do whatever he wants, only occasionally echoing a sentence, and sending out a few words of persuasion at about the same time, and let it be the end.

It's just that he has too many things to do today, he is too lazy to deal with it, and is determined to drive people away after listening to a few words.

Everyone got up one after another, the Minister of Rites strode forward, the voice of "Long Live Lord" came out in his throat, and when he was about to shout out his grievances, a little eunuch hurried in outside, seeming to report something.

The emperor's eyes were sharp, and he raised his hand to stop what the Minister of Rites wanted to say, and said directly to the little eunuch, "What's the matter?"

Don't make people cry, you have to find a way to make people stop crying, so let's listen first.

(End of this chapter)