I sat there for a long time and concentrated on practicing Chinese calligraphy. My phone was charging nearby, but I didn't dare to take another look.
Although His Highness would not scold him, he would only glance at him lightly, which made him afraid.
I didn’t dare to ask why I didn’t go find my sister.
Instead, Zhao Guangyuan explained to him, "It is expected that there will be people coming from Beijing these days, so don't do anything unnecessary."
Will someone come from Beijing? Who is coming? Are you here to see His Highness? Or are you inviting His Highness to return to Beijing? If His Highness returns to Beijing, how will he find his sister?
With a panicked expression on his face, Zhao Guangyuan looked up at him calmly, "I told you to practice calligraphy without any distractions, didn't you listen?"
He didn't dare to say anything for a long time, and his eyes fell back on the paper. Zhao Guangyuan watched him practice calligraphy with a look of disgust on his face, "Be sure to be steady when you start writing, don't hesitate in the middle, and be decisive when finishing the writing. Look at you again!"
I lowered my head and looked at it. It seemed that my writing was not very good and I was more serious.
After a while, after writing a full piece of paper, he stopped writing, flicked his wrist, and turned to look at His Highness quietly. His Highness was looking at his mobile phone. He didn't know what he was looking at, and his expression was focused.
Long enough to hesitate.
Zhao Guangyuan glanced out of the corner of his eye and said, "If you have anything to say, just say it."
Changzhi immediately leaned over and said, "Your Highness, I heard that the nobles in the capital have to practice both literature and martial arts since they were young."
"Um."
Your Highness does not mind that he talks too much! "Then, does His Highness know martial arts? Can you shoot archery?"
Can you do martial arts? Can you shoot arrows?
When he was a child, he practiced Sam Fu in the summer and San Jiu in the winter. He got up earlier than a chicken and went to bed later than a dog. He was trained by his grandfather and several uncles every day to look like a human being. Is this a lie?
"Why do you ask?"
"I just went to the guard camp to watch the competition. Many people were shot in the heart, it was so powerful!"
Is it powerful if you shoot the rake in the heart? Ignorant little brat.
The ignorant little kid was still gesticulating and mumbling: "...It's really awesome! Just like that, he drew it from behind, bent the bow and arrow, and with a whoosh, it hit the rake's heart. There are many more A man riding on a horse can shoot a rake in the heart. It's amazing! When I grow up, I want to be like them."
"First practice your dog crawling calligraphy well."
"Oh." A little disappointed.
"When your handwriting is decent, I will teach you martial arts."
ah? ah! "Really?" His eyes widened.
"Fake."
"It's not a lie! I even heard it from Changzhi! You are His Highness, you are a noble, and nobles cannot bully civilians! Let alone break their promises to their children!" Changzhi looked at him nervously, fearing that he would regret it.
"Hurry up and practice calligraphy."
"Ah? Oh. Your Highness has promised to teach me martial arts, right? Has he agreed? Your Highness, you are so kind! If you are old enough, you will practice calligraphy!"
Little brat, you talk a lot. It was so noisy that he couldn't look at his phone. Zhao Guangyuan looked disgusted.
On the other side, Lin Zhaoxia woke up with a splitting headache and found herself lying on the bed, her brain fragmented for a moment. It seems that she didn't drink much yesterday and she still remembered to run back to bed and sleep.
He looked at his phone first and saw Han Yang's unread text messages. Lin Zhaoxia glanced at it but didn't reply.
Han Yang acted as if he couldn't understand human speech. He greeted her every day these days. If she didn't reply, he would still say good morning every day and good night every night.
Lin Zhaoxia was so annoyed that she wanted to block him directly.
After taking a shower in the bathroom, I woke up.
Alas, she is dead again, and her confession has been cut off again.
I wonder if the two companies that refused the interview last time would give her a chance if she hooked up with her now.
So always leave a way out for yourself, be ready with both hands. This is the experience summary of the predecessors, so you don't listen.
Lin Zhaoxia did not go out again and started looking for work.
In the afternoon, there was an assignment message in the group, a newly released ancient puppet show, and someone was asked to write a review.
Many movies and TV series will carry out a series of publicity before and during the broadcast, using some manual intervention methods and actions to promote the new film and coordinate with the release. The purpose is to attract users, influence users, and retain users.
Who doesn't want to make money? Every movie and TV show wants to be a hit and make a lot of money.
Lin Zhaoxia added the other party's WeChat account, introduced each other, and got a quote, 2,000 yuan, within 5,000 words.
It's easy to talk about anything if you have money, and Lin Zhaoxia immediately became energetic. When big jobs can't come, it's good to get more small jobs.
I watched the drama all night, studied it all night, analyzed the plot, characters, and then reviewed the shooting techniques, transformation, music, editing, etc. Yangyang spilled wine and wrote an article about my experience of watching the movie, which I wrote the next afternoon. The drama review was sent to the other party.
Within an hour, I had the money. The sound of the payment notification is simply too wonderful!
When Lin Zhaoxia is happy, she likes to reward herself. The hairtail given by Mr. Huang is a whole piece! After eating, heat up a plate of duck tongue! Watching TV shows on the sofa with your head tilted is simply not that satisfying.
But the long-term mood is not very beautiful.
His Highness charged his cell phone, but did not let him look at it. He only let him read and practice calligraphy. And His Highness himself didn't look at his phone. He was digging soil? Planing bamboo pipes?
Since the news of Zhao Guangyuan's death came out in Beijing, there has been a surge of excitement from all sides. There are people visiting the imperial mausoleum palace every day.
Concerned people from all walks of life came to the imperial mausoleum to express their condolences.
Every time he received someone, Cao Cuo pulled them to wipe their tears and asked them to go back and tell their master that they must help and invite the miracle doctor. Your Highness is only twenty-four years old. He is a great young talent. His life has just begun. He cannot let it be ruined like this.
"I'll report it to His Highness the Crown Prince when I get back. Before coming, His Highness sent people to look for miracle doctors among the people. He also told the people who were looking for them not to return to the capital if they couldn't find the miracle doctor. Don't worry, Eunuch Cao. Those people in the Imperial Hospital have been trapped in the capital for a long time and have difficult problems. I haven’t seen a few cases of miscellaneous diseases.”
Cao Cuo nodded repeatedly: "No. This is how I comfort His Highness Seventh. Then His Highness and I will wait for the good news from the Crown Prince."
"It's easy to talk about."
The people sent by the prince brought food, drink, clothing, and a full box of gold and silver, as well as fine wine. They brought a cart directly, and everything was thoughtful.
"Eunuch Cao, what is your highness doing?"
Eunuch Cao wiped away his tears and said, "His Highness has not eaten, drank or spoken these days. First he sat in the palace, and then he played with the sand and soil. Today he found bamboo again. I don't know what he is going to do. The old slave didn’t dare to go over and ask.”
His eyes were sad: "Just do whatever your Highness wants. It's better to have something to do than to be trapped in the palace waiting to die alone. My poor Seventh Highness!" He wiped away tears repeatedly.
The visitor stood aside and looked at His Highness Seventh Prince.
He was wearing a long, wide gown, without a belt around his waist or hair, and his shoes were not properly worn. He was half-sleeping, as if there was nothing in the world, and he only focused on being with the sand and soil, or else he would be digging bamboo, all over his body. dirty.
With such unkempt appearance and unkempt appearance, he cannot compare with any prince, not only with the prince of the East Palace. Not to mention those dragon sons and grandsons, even if compared with any respectable young master in the capital, he is not as good as him.
It seems that His Highness the Seventh Prince is really useless. There is no need for the prince to worry about it like this.
I comforted Eunuch Cao with a few words, "Your Highness, it's good to do some things." I didn't know how to comfort him, so I said this dryly.
"Yes, it is better than him drinking and going crazy, sitting there waiting for death. Now I just hope that His Highness is alive."
The visitor's eyes flashed, "Yes, Your Highness will live well."
If there are still people who want His Highness to die, is he still a human being? The prince refused.
It is better for His Majesty Seventh Prince to be alive now than to be dead, and it is more beneficial to the Crown Prince.
