At this time, Ji Yi's face looked like a bitter gourd, his mind went blank, and he stood there blankly at a loss.
Ji Er glanced at it and snorted in his heart: You are just a eunuch. No matter how prosperous you are in this life, you will still be a eunuch.
Still thinking about how to express yourself in front of His Majesty and become a popular person in front of His Majesty? What a dream.
Aren't you just smarter than me? What you have is not enough to save your life.
It’s better to think about how to leave a whole body for yourself.
Strangely enough, Ji Er was very shocked that Ji Yi could write the word Qin Jiu.
Although Ji Er entered the palace some time later than Ji Yi, after spending so long together, Ji Er still had a better understanding of Ji Yi's situation.
At the very least, Ji Er knew that Ji Yi didn't know how to read, let alone write.
When Ji Yi said that he could silently write the word "Qin Jiu", Ji Er was full of disbelief.
For a long time, I was mentally preparing to be executed by His Majesty.
Who would have thought that the word Qinjiu was actually written by Ji Yi.
Although I don't understand it, and the adults around me say that Ji Yi didn't write it, it was more like drawing it.
But if you throw pen and paper to yourself and let yourself draw, I am afraid that you will never be able to draw in this life.
Ji Er was very confused, when did Ji Yi learn to write, or when did he learn to draw.
On weekdays, there is no sign of water leakage, and there is no trace of it.
Could it be that Ji Yi was just waiting for today, when his master Ji Ming was punished by His Majesty, and Ji Yi stood up again and again to express himself and gain His Majesty's appreciation?
Ji Er nodded silently in his mind, that was probably the case.
No wonder Master always mentions Ji Yi more than usual, he is too thoughtful.
Ji Er looked at Ji Yi, then shook his head.
But what's the use of being so thoughtful? It's not just being ridiculed, not being appreciated by His Majesty, or even ending up being torn into pieces.
Thinking of this, Ji Er shuddered and cut the body into pieces. Hey, there was originally a whole body left, but after this smart guy did it, the whole body was gone.
Five horses cut the body into pieces. Thinking about it makes your whole body hurt.
The more Ji Er thought about it, the more frightened he became. He slowly lay down on the bed and lowered his head deeply.
At this moment, Ji Yi wanted to struggle again.
Ji Yi lowered his head and asked Chunyu Yue cautiously: "Sir, this slave is indeed self-taught and has no one to teach me."
"If you tell me who the teacher is, please forgive Dr. Chunyu. I must not forget my roots."
"This first teacher is my master, Eunuch Ji."
"When I serve Eunuch Ji, and when I see Eunuch Ji resting, I always write and draw on the desk. Not every piece of paper has the same two words."
"Gradually, my servants also came to know that this is Qinjiu."
Chunyu Yue said slowly: "You are observing very carefully."
Ji Yi hurriedly said: "After reading too much, I naturally know the general shape of the word Qinjiu. And I saw how my master, Eunuch Ji, wrote it, so I remembered it in my heart."
Chunyu Yue nodded.
Ji Yi continued: "This second teacher is you, sir."
Chunyu Yue asked in confusion: "Oh? When did I teach you?"
Ji Yi hurriedly replied: "Master Ji Eunuch's calligraphy practice copybook is your calligraphy copybook."
"Not only do you recognize Master Ji Ming's calligraphy, but I also often see your master's copybooks."
"So, Master Ji Eunuch is my first teacher, and you, my lord, are invisibly my second teacher."
Chunyu Yue nodded and said, "You have the intention, but the most important thing is that you have the intention to observe and learn."
"If you don't have this intention, no matter how hard someone teaches you, you will be like a rotten tree."
After saying that, Chunyu Yue turned his head and glanced at Li Xin.
Li Xin curled his lips, pretending not to see or hear, and turned to look elsewhere.
Ji Yi then knelt on the ground and whispered:
"It's a pity that my slave's abilities are limited."
"Today is the first time that Balance has written. Although I have been observing Master Ji's father-in-law and Master's copybooks for a long time, I have never written anything."
"As a result, writing is like painting."
"This slave has embarrassed your Majesty. Please forgive me and punish me."
Ji Yi is really good at talking, and sometimes he even sounds much more comfortable than Ji Ming's blatant flattery.
After Ji Yi finished speaking, Chunyu Yue had nothing to say.
But in terms of Ji Yi's attentiveness and studiousness, Chun Yuyue, as the most valuable Confucian student, admired him very much, not to mention that Ji Yi was just a little eunuch in the palace.
Even the young eunuchs can look at their own copybooks. It is conceivable that their own copybooks have been deeply rooted in the hearts of the people and spread throughout the Qin Dynasty.
Chunyu Yue seemed to see his honor after death.
It seems that leaving a mark in history will not be a problem. As long as there are no more troubles in Huaiguzi, I can spend my remaining years happily.
Chunyu Yue came back to his senses and thought that Ji Yi had made a big mistake after all. Your Majesty didn't say anything, and Chunyu Yue couldn't open his mouth to praise him.
Ying Zheng looked at Chun Yuyue, then at the others, and said slowly, "What do you think of Ji Yi's writing?"
Li Xin was the first to say: "It's just a painting, not a portrait I painted yet."
After Li Xin finished speaking, everyone looked at Li Xin in surprise.
Li Shui touched Li Xin and whispered: "Brother Li, there is no need to compare this matter with this. After all, you are the invincible general of the Qin Dynasty, and Ji Yi is just a little eunuch working in the palace."
"Compared with this, not to mention your status, you, the general, seem to have little magnanimity."
After listening to this, Li Xin suddenly felt that there was something wrong with what he had just subconsciously said. He felt regretful and said helplessly to Li Shui, "Brother Huai, you didn't remind me earlier."
Li Shui smiled and said, "Who told you to speak so quickly? Next time, listen to what others say. Brother Li will not be too late to answer."
Li Xin said helplessly: "I am not as eloquent as you, but I am afraid that once you have finished speaking, I will not be able to say what I want to say."
"I didn't expect it. It would be better not to say it."
Li Shui lowered his head and smiled.
Ying Zheng glanced at Li Shui and said slowly: "Huai Guzi, you designed the word Qinjiu. How did Ji Yi write it?"
Li Shui stood up, bowed his hands to Ying Zheng, and said slowly: "Your Majesty, I have always been strict with myself and treated everyone fairly."
"Just now Cai Chen also said that the word Qin Jiu written by Ji Yi really looks like a painting."
"It's no wonder, after all, Ji Yi usually sees small seal or official script fonts. When he first wrote the word "Qinjiu" in cursive font, it was difficult to write it in one stroke."
"The competition I have set up here is that only those who are similar in appearance and spirit can win the wine."
"What Ji Yi wrote is only slightly similar in appearance, and it is not qualified to win the wine."
"Seeing as there is no one to teach me, and it is completely the result of self-study, I can give you a quarterly discount of 15% off as an encouragement."
Then, Li Shui looked at Ji Yi and said, "It's worth it to you to have a taste of Qin wine before you die."
"But you have to buy it as soon as possible. If it's sold out, you won't be able to drink it during the execution."
Ji Yi: "This..."
