Thought writing
Li Xin said quietly from behind: "I thought Ji Ming was just talking, but I didn't expect that he would actually come forward."
"When did Ji Ming learn to write, and is he still so leisurely and elegant?"
Chunyu Yue rolled his eyes at Li Xin and said slowly: "Everyone is a scholar. As long as he is willing to work hard, he can achieve something."
"If you listen to me, literacy and writing will not be a problem at all. How can you be so reckless and shameless like now? As your sister-in-law, I am embarrassed."
Li Xin smiled coquettishly. Everyone knew that it was more painful for Li Xin to learn to read and write than to kill him.
Being able to recognize some characters and write battle reports is enough.
There are millions of words in the world. What is the use of knowing so many words? You will eventually forget them.
Finally, I will no longer be a teaching doctor, so I don’t need to study so much.
Of course, Li Xin did not say this to Chunyu Yue in front of His Majesty.
After all, Ying Zheng still likes people who are motivated, although Ying Zheng still understands Li Xin very well.
But saying that literacy is useless in public is not a slap in Ying Zheng's face.
As an emperor, whoever does not expect his ministers to be both civil and military is a general.
If you just focus on fighting, you will eventually become a warrior. Besides, what will happen if there is no war?
Fortunately, Li Xin was more witty and established a deep friendship with Li Shui early on.
Even if you resign and go home to retire, the money you earn will be enough for several lifetimes.
Li Xin thought about his way as a merchant and felt some psychological comfort. After all, he was better than a martial artist.
At this time, Li Shui smiled and said, "The reason why Ji Ming is so leisurely and elegant is because he asked for it."
Li Xin asked in confusion: "Huh? Did you ask for it?"
Li Shui said slowly: "Brother Li, think about it, why is Ji Ming's leg lame?"
Li Xin said: "You are not punished for making mistakes."
Li Shui smiled and said, "Yes, and Ji Ming is a master who often makes mistakes. He probably already has a thick callus on his butt."
"Having been beaten and lying on the bed for ten days and a half, naturally that's a lot of time."
"There is still time for writing."
Li Xin thought for a while, frowned and said, "But we have time. Without a teacher to teach me, it would be difficult to learn by yourself."
Li Shui smiled and said: "Just follow the gourd and draw the scoop, even a three-year-old child can do it."
"Perhaps Ji Ming's original intention of practicing calligraphy was to paint. It is possible that he couldn't find paintings to copy, so he could only use books as paintings to copy."
Li Xin smiled and said: "Brother Huai, Gao, I didn't expect this."
"But Ji Ming has been doing well recently. He can still practice calligraphy after being beaten."
It is simply an inspirational story about seizing a little time and working hard.
Li Shui smiled and said, "Brother Li, stop being inspirational. Ji Ming doesn't know what he can write yet."
"If it's like a dog crawling, do you still feel inspired?"
Li Xin thought for a while and said, "That won't happen. I will think that this is just pretending to be a cultured person and pretending to be useless."
Li Shui and Li Xin looked at each other and smiled.
Chunyu Yue glanced coldly at Li Shui and frowned.
You turned to look at Ji Ming, his eyes filled with relief.
It seemed to Chun Yuyue that even though he was a grown-up, he didn't know how to work hard and make progress, and he was worse than a young man, and a young man with a physical disability at that.
Ji Ming could vaguely hear the conversation between Li Shui and Li Xin, and felt very resentful.
He is getting more and more arrogant, and he is blatantly teasing me in front of His Majesty.
Are there any rules, and do you take His Majesty seriously?
Speaking of which, I am also someone who serves His Majesty. Every time he leaves the palace, Your Majesty will take me with him to serve you.
If you mock me in front of His Majesty, wouldn't you be mocking Your Majesty?
If it were normal times, I would have to exaggerate and report it to His Majesty.
Today, because of Wang Wan, Li Si and others who came in later, they have gradually fallen into a disadvantage.
The important thing at this time is to speak less to avoid His Majesty's dislike of him.
Ji Ming secretly composed himself and decided to write down the word "Qinjiu" and show it to His Majesty, and slap the faces of Huaiguzi and others.
I didn't write the word "Qinjiu" just to get some Qinjiu. I am a celebrity around His Majesty.
Although I can’t drink it when it’s first released, I can drink it sooner or later.
Of course I won't buy it. After all, I can't deal with Huaiguzi. If I spend money to buy Huaiguzi's things, I will be bled by Huaiguzi, a profiteer.
However, there are always people outside the palace who show filial piety, and it seems as if no one has ever drunk the Qinjiu Immortal Wine.
Li Shui saw that Ji Ming was holding the pen and couldn't put it down, so he said slowly: "Eunuch Ji, have you forgotten Qin Jiu's strokes?"
"How about I get you a bottle of Qin wine, and you can follow the example of the gourd."
"As for painting, as long as it's tangible."
Ji Ming said coldly: "Thank you, Mr. Huai. I have already memorized the strokes of the word Qin Jiu."
Li Shui smiled slowly and said, "Then I understand. I have to remind Eunuch Ji."
Ji Ming asked in confusion: "What?"
Li Shui smiled and said: "This writing cannot be done with thoughts. You have to use a pen."
After hearing this, Li Xin couldn't hold it back and laughed out loud. Ying Zheng frowned.
Li Xin quickly held back and whispered to Li Shui: "Brother Huai, you have to be the one to write with your mind. Perhaps only Eunuch Ji can achieve it. Can Brother Huai achieve this state?"
Li Shui quickly shook his head and said: "Don't talk about me, even gods have a hard time. Maybe this is Eunuch Ji's original creation, and ordinary people really can't do this."
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After Ji Ming heard this, he was so angry that his hand holding the pen was shaking.
Ji Ming shook his head, just laugh, I will slap you in the face later.
After finishing speaking, Ji Ming composed himself and started writing.
Ji Ming writes very slowly, and may have to write one stroke several times. After all, he still writes too little.
Then it was in front of His Majesty, in front of so many ministers who could write and speak.
Everyone's eyes were on him one after another, and the pressure was indeed inexplicably great.
Ji Ming thought about the appearance of the characters Qin and Jiu, and finished writing them bit by bit.
After a while, Ji Ming stopped writing.
Ji Ming stood up and presented what he had written directly to Ying Zheng.
First, let Ying Zheng evaluate it, so that Huai Guzi could not directly say that his writing was unqualified.
Ying Zheng looked at it, frowned, and nodded at the same time.
Li Xin touched Li Shui and whispered: "It seems that Ji Ming's writing is okay. Your Majesty nodded."
Li Shui wondered: "It seems that Ji Ming is not idle after finishing his work during this period."
Seeing that Ying Zheng didn't speak, the uneasy Ji Ming asked cautiously: "Your Majesty, what do you think of the slave's writing?"
Ying Zheng nodded, and Ji Ming was immediately very happy. Humph, Huaiguzi, although I can't slap you, this invisible slap in the face makes me feel very comfortable.
Before Ji Ming was happy enough, Ying Zheng shook his head again.
Ji Ming suddenly lost his energy. What do you mean? Why are you shaking your head? He has imitated it so many times, so naturally he thinks it's okay. Isn't it still good?
After all, His Majesty has been reading and writing since he was a child, and his calligraphy is also very good. Perhaps from His Majesty's point of view, he can indeed improve even more.
Thinking of this, Ji Ming immediately relaxed a lot. As long as His Majesty nodded, it would be recognition, enough to invisibly slap Huai Guzi.
(End of chapter)
