She Doesn’t Want To Work Hard Anymore

  Chapter 512 Handwriting

  Mr. Du has a completely different personality from Ban Jian.

Although    looks fierce, but he usually doesn't speak much, always finds a corner to stay silently, like a very deterrent hill.

  Mr. Du is different.

  He is a smiling tiger!

  Don't look at him always smiling, no matter who he is facing, he is gentle and gentle, approachable, thoughtful and considerate.

  But in fact, he has more bad water in his stomach than anyone else!

  Along the way, Huaman thought about many ways to escape, but they were all resolved by Mr. Du.

   What’s even more hateful is that every time he pretends that he doesn’t know anything, he is still gentle and kind.

  This makes Huamanman feel like a punch on the cotton.

   is very weak!

   Just when Hua Manman was about to give up struggling, a heavy rain suddenly fell.

  A mudslide appeared in front, and the official road was completely blocked.

  There is no way, they can only deviate from the official road and enter the remote mountain road.

  The mountain road is rugged and difficult to walk, and when it rains, their speed is even slower.

  Going at this speed, they may not be able to catch up with the grand ceremony of moving the capital.

   While resting on the way, Mr. Du got into the carriage where Hua Manman was.

   "Sir, I need your help."

  Hua Manman still maintained the paralyzed posture of the salted fish, and glanced at him lazily.

"Um?"

  Mr. Du: "The road ahead will become more and more difficult. We need to ask the court to send someone over to pick it up. This requires a letter from the world's son."

  He laid out pen, ink, paper and ink in a thoughtful manner.

  Hua long looked at the brush and inkstone in front of her, feeling a little drumming in her heart.

  She has only used pencils, pens and ballpoint pens to write, and she has rarely used brushes.

  You don’t have to think about it to know that her brush writing must be ugly.

  What if Mr. Du sees the clue?

  Flower Manman: "Can't I dictate it, can you write it?"

  Mr. Du looked helpless.

   "I'm afraid it won't work.

  This letter is to be sent to the regent.

  If the subordinate is ghostwriting, the letter should not be delivered to the regent.

  Only a letter written by the son of the son can attract the attention of the court. "

  Hua Manman was a little curious when he heard the title regent for the first time.

   "There is still a regent in the court?"

  Mr. Du explained carefully.

   "You have lost your memory, it is not surprising that you don't remember.

  Now the saint is in bed, and the prince is young, so the government affairs of the central government are handled by the regent on his behalf. "

  The flowers are long and stunned.

  To put it bluntly, now the court is the regent who has the final say.

  He is the number one boss in the capital.

  Mr. Du handed over the brush dipped in ink: "Sir, please write."

  Flower asked tentatively.

   "If I said I had forgotten how to write, would you believe it?"

  Mr. Du smiled slightly: "If you can't write, your subordinates can hold your hand and teach you to write stroke by stroke."

  Hua Manman imagined that picture.

  I feel goose bumps all over my body.

  She hurriedly refused: "No need, no, I can do it myself."

  The matter is over, she can only bite the bullet.

  If you wait for Mr. Du to question her, why is her handwriting so ugly? She reasoned that she had lost her memory and forgot her writing skills.

  But when she really held the brush, her fingers could not help but adjusted to the correct posture.

The handwriting written by    seems random, but when you look closely, it can be faintly sharp.

  This is obviously not a word that a novice can write.

  It's like she has written a lot of calligraphy, and her body has long developed inertia.

  Wait to finish writing a letter.

  Hua Manman looked at those familiar and unfamiliar handwritings, and couldn't help but feel a little lost.

  When did she learn the calligraphy?

  Why can't she remember?

  Mr. Du picked up the letter and looked at it, and said with a smile.

   "Although Shi Ziye has lost his memory, he writes better than before. Looking at the details that are hidden from the ground, there is a bit of a regent's connotation."

  Hua Manman looked at a blank face, obviously do not understand how this matter has something to do with the regent?

  Mr. Du found a box from the secret compartment of the carriage.

  Open the box, there is a small and exquisite silk seal inside.

  That is the seal that represents the status of the princely son of the honorary mansion.

  Mr. Du gave the seal to Hua Manman and asked her to stamp the end of the letter.

  He explained.

  "Although the current regent was born as a general, his calligraphy is also excellent.

  It’s just that his calligraphy works are almost invisible on the market, so few people know about it.

  'S subordinates also happened to see the letter written by the regent to the king, only to realize that the regent’s calligraphy is very powerful. "

  Huaman showed his face clearly: "That's it."

  Mr. Du folded the letter paper, stuffed it into the envelope, and sealed it with wax mud.

  He picked the fastest man from the guards and asked him to take the letter to Beijing.

  ……

The layout of   Tianjing City is basically the same as that of Shangjing.

  The only difference is that there is a Xuanji view on the east side of the palace, and a Chongming Temple on the west side.

  When the regent said that he would build a Taoist temple, everyone thought that the regent had begun to believe in religion, and the Taoist priests in the city who learned of this also thought that their good days were coming.

  However, before they were happy for two days, the regent ordered people to build a temple in the city.

  And the Taoist temple and the temple are separated by a distance of one street.

  The two sides look at each other in a distance.

  Not only the Taoist priests and monks were dumbfounded, but the civil and military officials in the court were also at a loss.

  The average person believes in Buddhism but does not believe in religion, and believes in religion does not believe in Buddhism.

  Who is like the regent who wants to believe on both sides!

  However, Li Ji himself doesn't care what others think.

  For him, whether it is Buddha or Taoist, as long as anyone can help him realize his wish, he is a loyal believer.

  Now Xuanji Temple and Chongming Temple have been completed.

  Li Ji personally came to test the results.

  He first went to Xuanji Temple and then to Chongming Temple.

  When he came out of the temple, the navy blue cloak was already stained with a faint scent of sandalwood.

  But the hostility in the eyebrows is still strong.

  In addition, he has lost a lot of weight in the past few years, and his facial contours have become sharper.

  Like a sharp blade that can see blood at any time, everyone is frightened.

  The abbot of Chongming Temple personally sent people out of the gate.

  When people walked away, the abbot folded his hands together and sighed softly.

  Amitabha, even if he is in a Buddhist temple, he cannot save the evil spirit of this person.

  Li Ji rode back to the palace.

  As soon as he entered the door, Gao Shan ran over quickly.

  "Initiate to the prince, here is a letter sent by the prince of honor."

  Gao Shan enshrines the book with both hands.

  Hearing the word Yuwang, Li Ji paused.

  At that time, Li Xun was assassinated by the nanny next to him. After some investigation, the last clue pointed to the Royal Palace.

  Li Ji, this person will always report.

  Even after many years, he still remembers this hatred.

  Originally, he planned to wait for the elder son of the Royal Palace to arrive in Beijing, and find a reason to dispose of the person.

  I didn’t expect to receive a letter from Yu Wang Shizi now.

  (End of this chapter)