Bring The System To Datang

Meng Haoran and his family are still out of gambling. Regardless of his pastoral style of writing poems, Life definitely cannot see Nanshan leisurely.

The daughter-in-law has an edict, and the family knows the situation and is willing to call Han Xiangke into the genealogy. This is the first offspring to have a daughter-in-law's edict.

As for the origin of the singer, it doesn't matter.

Come back quickly, invite the county magistrate and county chiefs to lively and lively at home, let the neighbors see, our old Meng family has an imperial wife.

The imperial wife of our old Meng family is very good, she has both good looks and good looks, Wangfu's fate, don't believe me, look at our grandson, this grandson...

"All Lang Jun is capable." Han Xiangke thanked Li Yi.

However, she still praised her husband when she said it. She was from a singer-songwriter's background, and she would never hurt her man's self-esteem.

"It all depends on being strong and soft, and being hard and soft recommend me to see your Majesty, and I hope with the scholars of the country, and I should repay it with the scholars of the country."

Meng Haoran is ambitious, to work hard, work hard, and exceed the task.

"My husband is originally a national scholar, and he will try his courage, and finally swallow the opportunity of Wu." Han Xiangke had a sweet smile on his face.

She was talking about the couplet written by Li Yi in the newspaper: Those who have aspirations, things can be done, they will fall into trouble, the second Qin Guan will ultimately belong to Chu;

The singer girl who can be famous in Xiangyang is definitely not for nothing, she learns everything.

Meng Haoran waved his fist as if he had been beaten up for a while: "I'll be my husband and I will give you a fate."

He wants to be promoted to the fifth rank, this difficulty...

This difficulty depends on who faces it. Switching to Li Yi, he once said that he wanted to be the magistrate of Chang'an County or Wannian County, but Li Longji was surprised.

As a result, after a few years, Li Yi could have whatever official he wanted, and he could become an official temporarily and then resign.

Others hope that the bigger the actual official, the better, he doesn't want it.

After returning from the sea, all the rights were turned in, and only two vacant posts from the second rank were retained, each with one character and one weapon.

Oh! Another official is the director of Chang'an, the Datang Calligraphy Propaganda Research Cooperative Association.

The director was walking the mountain road at night, and the director's money was given.

Under the bright lights of Pingkangfang tonight, a group of people are in the trials, calligraphy and painting trials.

Today belongs to the first game, divided into eight places, Pingkangfang is the most lively place among them.

Vice President Zhong Shaojing sits in person personally, and he has a 1,000 yuan activity fund given by Director Li Yili.

The prizes of the exchange competition are given by Lijiazhuangzi, so Zhong Shaojin does not need to worry about it.

He walked around nine or nine tables with his back hand, and from time to time he glanced at the calligraphy or paintings written by others, and occasionally glanced at the location of Kangfang Nanqu, showing regret on his face.

He chose a good location, Pingkangfang, and he planned to attract some people to watch it.

The day and time were set, but I never thought that Nanqu's "Everyone" ran to Lijiazhuangzi and won't return tonight.

"Rewrite, this is invalid." Zhong Shaojing walked to a person, looked around, and shook his head.

"Oh!" This person sighed and cupped fist towards Zhong Shaojing: "The president is really amazing. I paused when I was writing this character."

This person admits it himself, writing it, he didn't write it all at once, ordinary people can't see it, he knows it by his own wrist.

Chairman Zhong Shaojin knew it at a glance, and it was really good.

"Vice president, the president is your majesty." Zhong Shaojing glared at each other, you want to hurt me?

"Yes, Vice Chairman Zhong, you are the first person under Your Majesty." The typo quickly made up for it.

"The first person under Your Majesty is Zhong Shuling, Bi Gou, the second is Song Jing, the third is Su Ting, and the fourth is Zhang Jiuling." Zhong Shaojin continued to correct.

Speaking of his look lonely, he also served as a bookletter.

"Yes, Vice President Zhong, you are right, I mean calligraphy. Regarding officials, Dr. Li Dongzhu should be the first person under His Majesty."

The person being trained continued to apologize and make corrections in a low voice, but anyone with a bit of IQ knows who has the most power.

"That's not bad, you...when you write the word "Wei", you fold it horizontally and your little finger moves. You can find a piece of silk that is three inches wide and two feet long and try to wrap your wrist. Have you caught a cold?"

Hearing Li Yi, Zhong Shaojing's expression was soothing, looking for the reason from the other side's body.

"Vice-Chairman Zhong is really a god and man. He practiced his calligraphy early in the morning. There were gaps in the window and the cold wind was blowing."

The man was frightened, a pause can be seen, and he knows why.

"Yeah!" Zhong Shaojin replied, and went to the next table with his back.

When he was an official, he was always willing to open the door to his own, and to be nepotism.

As the vice president, he does not relax. When it comes to calligraphy and painting, he is the only pride in this life.

The words in Lijiazhuang's newspaper and the exchange voucher were all written by him.

He also knew that Yao Chong always wanted to clean up him and get him outside of Jingzhao Mansion. At the critical moment, Li Yi saved him.

Jingzhao Mansion is close to the emperor, who wants to run outside? Don't look down on your real job, you have a vacant job, and you have a salary to receive.

On weekdays, things in the operation meeting are paid extra. Every ten days, the family members go to Lijiazhuang to get things according to their official positions. The days are nourishing.

The money for selling dictionaries and Cihai is divided into a little bit, which is the word own.

"He who knows me, Li Yi!" Thinking, Zhong Shaojing suddenly said with emotion.

"Who is that person? Did he call Dongzhu Li's name directly?"

A group of teenagers who had just rushed over with a dictionary to watch others write, heard Zhong Shaojing's words, and one of them was unhappy.

In the entire Jingzhao Mansion, all the people whose surname Li was named ‘Yi’ changed their names.

Like Li Longji, other people's surname is Li, and the word ‘Longji’ should not appear in the name.

Many people are afraid of being implicated. Even with the surname Zhang, one of the two characters ‘Longji’ still does not appear in the name.

Speaking of Li Yi in Jingzhao Mansion, he must be the Li proprietor of Lijiazhuangzi in Bashui.

"Stupid? You want to do it? This person is Zhong Shaojing. The words and symbols in the dictionary you hold are all from his hands."

The leader among the teenagers raised his leg and kicked the'little brother', and someone called his name. You want to hit someone?

"Is it him? The words are so pretty."

The boy gave up the idea of ​​packing up Zhong Shaojing's meal, and touched the words imprinted on the cover of the dictionary with the light.

Zhong Shaojing quickened his pace, he heard it and pretended not to hear it, it was dangerous.

"Langjun, if you call Dongzhu Li's name directly, will you be beaten?"

Han Xiangke took his son's hand, just saw the scene in front of him, and asked Meng Haoran with a smile.

"It's also unhappy to call others directly. At most, I can come and ask, I just say that I am familiar with hard and soft.

Fanbang people call Li Yi, and they can't go to the medicine shop every day to heal their injuries.

The words of Vice President Zhong are indeed the basis of our copying, especially in lower case. "

Meng Haoran praised Zhong Shaojin from the bottom of his heart. His calligraphy is average, and he is not afraid of others like a poem.

"Langjun is right. Yifu is six years old this year. I taught in the past and now learn to write with you.

Of course, no matter how good his father taught, Xiao Lang didn't know how to cherish, and he could use it to attack jade.

Li Dongzhu's calligraphy is also good, like a winter plum, proud and proud.

Li Dongzhu’s copybook is a good friend of the lords, and the lower case vice-chairman Zhong Zhong is more suitable for Yifu.

Only the newspaper said the seal, not very clear, and talked to Li Dongzhu, asking for the copybook of Vice President Zhong, what did Lang Jun think? "

Han Xiangke saw his son jumping in anxiously to watch others write, and after discussing, he asked for a copybook.

She picked out Meng Haoran first, not because your handwriting is not good, but because your son is not good at teaching.

Let's look for the outside, others are stones, ours is jade.

Meng Haoran eyes reveal warmly and self-blamely looking at his wife, with red eyes.

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