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Reprimanded by the boss, he was also fined for copying books. Zhu Yuan was extremely depressed.

After finally sending Zhu Xiuqi away, Zhu Yuan suffocated her breath and turned back, and said to Xia Zhi: "Sister Xia Zhi, go to the kitchen and get a stove."

Summer Solstice was stunned: "Girl, what do you want the stove to do?" Although it has just entered April, the sky is already very warm.

Zhu Yuan said bitterly, "I'm using it to burn paper." Not for heating.

Burning, burning paper? The summer solstice was shocked: "It's not a year or a festival—"

"Stop it." Zhu Yuan waved her hand. "It's not the kind of burning paper, or the kind that writes waste paper on weekdays and asks you to burn it in the kitchen."

"that--"

Zhu Yuan was not angry: "Didn't you hear that I was just being trained by my father? Get it quickly!"

Xia solstice laughed and ran away in a hurry.

Zhu Yuan returned to the desk and stared at the troublesome paper——

Eh?

She leaned over, staring at the font that appeared above.

【...Seeing the father’s attachment, it is not a matter of advancing, not dare to enter...】

This content is familiar.

Zhu Yuan touched her chin.

In order to confirm the guess in her heart, she pulled out a book from the shelf and checked the ink on the paper one by one.

It really is the "Book of Rites"!

Dad had just punished her to copy the "Book of Rites", and the servant wrote it out immediately, really laughing at her, right? !

Zhu Yuan is angry!

Ignoring the fear, she picked up the brush and started booming——

【shameless! ! Eavesdropping! 】

The vigorous ink character stopped.

[What on earth do you want to do? ! I'm just a common man, what use is it for you to stare at me? 】

Ink words slowly emerge again: [Where does this say?]

[Still? Reinstall? You can pretend so, why don’t you put God in your pocket? 】

The opposite is silent.

After a while, the vigorous ink writing seemed to be too lazy to pay attention to her, and then copied down the place where it was just broken...or dictated.

Zhu Yuan is depressed.

[Are you going? I'm going to copy Buddhist scriptures if I don't leave! 】

The other side ignored her and persistently continued to copy the "Book of Rites".

[You are not afraid that I will find a monk and Taoist priest to collect you? 】

The other side still ignored her.

Zhuyuan grinds her teeth, first serve softly.

[Big brother, I and you have no grudges in the future, and today, can you just let me go? 】

[I'm just a low-minded common people, you go to those high-ranking officials and rich gentlemen, somehow they can make some money for fireworks, what's the use of staring at me? 】

[If you have any unfulfilled wish, say it, as long as I can help, I will help you complete it. 】

He scribbled a lot, but he didn’t react at all, and it didn’t even affect his writing speed.

Zhu Yuan looked at the content of the "Book of Rites" that appeared on the page, and cried: [Big Brother, what are you going to do? I can’t write or read like you T_T]

Perhaps the tearful expression was too vivid, and the opposite finally reacted. The vigorous ink words slowly finished the sentence and stopped--Zhu Yuan guessed that he changed a piece of paper--

Sure enough, vigorous ink words answered her: [I feel the same way]

Zhu Yuan frowned: [What do you mean? 】

[I have seen you copied the county chronicles for more than half a month]

Zhu Yuan:...

If it is true, this guy is worse than her-she copied from morning to night every day, the words are still ugly... Changed to her, probably a heart attack. Thinking of this, she is a little vacant: [You can ignore it. 】

[I also need to write and read]

Zhu Yuan was stunned: [Are you not a ghost? Why read and write? 】

The other side paused for a moment and replied: [No]

[Then, demon? fine? strange? 】

[No]

Zhu Yuan is irritable: [Then how can you read the words I wrote and hear the conversation between me and Dad? 】

There was a moment of silence on the other side: [Can only see, not listen]

Zhu Yuancai did not believe: [Then why did you write the Book of Rites? ] After reading it for half a month, I didn’t write, and I wrote the "Book of Rites" as soon as I lifted a pen. Do you deceive people without writing drafts?

[No comment]

I wish the round is flat.

The opposite seemed to react: [You also want to copy "Book of Rites"]

【nonsense. 】

The opposite stopped again.

Zhu Yuan is thinking about biting her nails. If the guy on the opposite side didn't lie, then he is really human?

The question is, why does this happen between two ordinary people?

Could it be that she has gone through it once, and has more gold fingers?

No, this is a golden finger, it's too tasteless, and it delays things...

[The most urgent task is to solve the difficulty of writing and reading]

Zhu Yuan nodded again and again, and then realized that the other party couldn't see it, so she hurriedly picked up a pen to write: [Yes, otherwise I can't practice calligraphy. 】

Vigorous ink writing is not fast or slow: [Sishi early to noon, no time to Shenshi end, I use this time, other time you arrange]

This guy simply told her not to write. Zhu Yuan resolutely refused: [No, I also write in these hours! 】

Stopped on the other side, after a moment: [I will give you after Shen Shizheng]

It's so generous, an hour ahead of schedule. Zhu Yuanqi smiled: [Conversely, I want the time you said, and leave the rest to you. Then I will be fine. 】

The opposite is silent.

[Huh, do you know how unreasonable your schedule is? ] Zhu Yuanfen’s pen quizzes, [My father just saw the words I cursed, and punished me to copy the "Book of Rites" ten times. In the final analysis, it was you who caused me. You have to let me in these two days! How to arrange in the future can be discussed. 】

The opposite is still silent.

I wish Yuan Yinxi: [If you don't speak, I will treat you as if you agree. 】

Ink words appear again.

When Zhu Yuan saw it, she almost died out of anger-that servant went on to copy the Book of Rites again.

[Speak, don't play dead! 】

The vigorous ink words did not move, maintaining a steady speed and swooping out one by one.

Wish round: @#[emailprotected]%@^@#[emailprotected]!%

It's really unpleasant!

[Big brother, you can stop writing for half a month, can't you keep it? 】

Suddenly the opposite side has not seen.

Okay, isn't it just writing? Just write with your eyes closed. See who can't hold it first!

Zhu Yuan uncovered the chat paper, kneaded it into a ball, threw it aside for the time being, opened the "Book of Rites" and started copying.

After only a few lines, Zhu Yuan found the pattern—the ink characters on the opposite side only appeared in the middle of the page.

As long as she can't see it, she can write a few strokes.

It's just... the vigorous ink characters that emerge are not fast and slow, and they are natural. The ink is crooked, uneven in thickness.

The contrast is particularly obvious.

Zhu Yuan became more awkward as she read, and she became more guilty as she wrote.

It just so happened that Xia Zhi came back with a small brazier, she hurriedly threw down the pen, grabbed the paper ball on the table and ran over, destroying the corpses of the chat records just now-repeating the "Book of Rites" ten more times. Get up, then she is really miserable.

After burning the paper ball under the worried eyes of the summer solstice, it was almost time to eat.

Zhu Yuan simply washed his hands and walked back to the main courtyard with the summer solstice. Before entering the door, he heard her father talking and complaining to her mother.

"...I'm going to curse someone if I learned something wrong, you should take care of it."

"Perhaps she learned from reading some books? She loves to read books. It is normal to occasionally see some vulgar words in miscellaneous books." Her mother Zhang Jingshu said.

"That doesn't work either, reading—"

Zhu Yuan got in quickly and saluted one by one: "Father, mother, aunt," and then waved to the two children sitting beside him, "Sister, younger brother."

Their family is simple, so Zhu Xiuqi and his wife don’t say that the aunt is Zhang Jingshu’s dowry. She is called Yinhuan. She is by nature quiet and does not cause trouble. His daughter was named Zhu Ying, who was only nine years old this year.

Zhang Jingshu has three sons and daughters. The elder Zhu Tingzhou, who is twelve years old this year, went to the new college here and came back twice a month. The second child is wishing round himself. The third child is Zhu Tingfang, only four years old this year.

In addition, in the past few years, Zhu Xiuqi has been dispatched to serve as a magistrate, and they have not been involved in the huge personnel affairs at the owner's house.

Anyway, Zhu Yuan is very satisfied with her current life.

Closer to home.

Seeing her come in, the thin Zhu Ying and the milky Zhu Tingfang shouted to her sister, and Aunt Yinhuan also smiled and nodded at her.

The plump and feminine Zhang Jingshu smiled even more, and waved to her: "Have you come back? Sit down and wait for you."

Zhu Yuan ran over, and before he could sit still, he heard Zhu Xiuqi's question: "How much has the "Book of Rites" copied?"

She shrank her neck: "I just didn't finish copying it again--"

"Don't train your children when it's time to eat." Zhang Jingshu hurriedly pushed Zhu Xiuqi, and groaned, "The children are scared later, and they won't grow up."

I wish Xiuqi gave up.

Zhu Yuan breathed a sigh of relief.

"Sister," the skinny Zhu Ying seemed a little excited, "Mother explained that you will take us out."

Four-year-old Zhu Tingfang also yelled, "Get out! Get out!"

"Huh?" Zhu Yuan hurriedly went to see Zhang Jingshu, "Mother, are you going to go out tomorrow?" She hasn't been out after being here for so long.

Zhang Jingshu was instructing his servants to serve food, and smiled upon hearing the words: "Yes, we will go out tomorrow morning to buy new clothes."

Zhu Yuan hasn't spoken yet, Zhu Xiuqi frowns first: "Why are you buying new clothes again?"

"Who would have thought that this place in Wuxian would become like this before May." Zhang Jingshu frowned. "The adults still have the summer shirts of last year to change. The children change every year. Those who are last year can't wear it. Ming Er hurriedly bought two for them to exchange, and then slowly cut the rest."

Zhu Xiuqi looked at the summer shirt on her body and was silent, and then asked her: "Is the silver still enough?"

Zhang Jingshu hurriedly pushed him, and whispered: "Don't say this in front of the children."

It just so happened that someone brought food, so I wish Xiuqi could not say anything.

After all, Zhu Yuan is not a real child. From these words, one can tell the situation at home-is there a lack of money at home?

Isn't her father a parent official? How can you still be short of money?

I wish, little common people, I was thinking wildly while eating, and occasionally pricked my ears to listen to Zhang Jingshu's talk about the main house and the trivial things at home.

Soon the meal ran out.

After all, Zhu Yuan was still carrying the punishment. After the meal was over, Zhang Jingshu did not protect her. Under Zhu Xiuqi's anger, she had to step on heavy steps to leave the small hall and return to the study.

The guy on the opposite side is still writing the Book of Rites!

Don’t you need to eat lunch or take a nap?

It’s easy to get sleepy if you’re full of food and drink. Zhu Yuan simply pulls a piece of rice paper and chats with the eldest brother or eldest sister.

【Hey】

The other party stopped.

[Since you are not a ghost, then there shouldn't be any problems with us, right? 】

【what for】

[It is harmful to Yangshou, contaminated with foulness or something. 】

[They are all humans, so how can they be filthy and lifeless]

Too. Zhu Yuan thought about it and asked: [Then you are not afraid? 】

The other party ignored her at all.

[Don’t do this, you’ve been copying it for a long time, let’s rest and chat. People must know how to combine work and rest, otherwise it is easy to overwork and die. 】

The other party finally stopped and replied: [How to make it?]

[Say the sentence "Do you know" faster]

[Why]

[Nan Nian, read it a few times and you will know it. 】

【.】

Zhu Yuan looked at the ball of ink on the paper and burst out laughing.

Xia Zhi, who was wiping the bookshelf, turned back after hearing this: "Girl?"

Zhu Yuan waved his hands hurriedly: "It's all right, you continue."

[In other words, meeting is destiny. Judging from the current situation, we will have to get along for a long time... to introduce ourselves? ] Zhu Yuan tilted her head for a while and continued to pick up the pen, [I’ll come first, my name is Peppa. 】

[Are you younger brother or younger sister? What is the name? 】

The other party ignored her again.

Zhu Yuan smiled secretly and continued to write: [Can't you always call you "Hello", right? Since you don't speak, then I will pick one for you. 】

The ink is not fast or slow, still copying the book.

[Since I don’t know if you are a man or woman, then I’ll get you a neutral one... Just call it a dog egg! 】

Swish, there is a thick and long line on the paper.

I wish Yuanpai laughed wildly at the table.

Sample, pretending to be cold, can't cure you anymore?