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More than one million characters were copied in 7 days, and an average of more than 140 characters were copied every day. The two sides of a page of manuscript add up to about 100 characters, and [-] characters are [-] pages. My God, I have to copy more than [-] pages a day! My Yuan Yuan hand is going to be scrapped!

The candlelight casts fingers stretched out one after another on the pages of the book, moving and changing, like a shadow puppet show.

Lin Yuan's eyes gradually lost sight of the words on the page, and the shadow puppet show became more and more lively and interesting. Her eyes slowly turned to Tong Xuan. With such a lovely person by her side, she felt that she would not sit back on the blind throne It's okay to go up.

The person sitting in that position is, as they say, a real loner.

"Tong'er, go to bed first."

...Tonger...

"But I'm not sleepy at all...how about I copy it for you?"

Tong Xuan rejoiced for a while at the idea that popped up in his head, picked up the pen, wrote half of it, but quietly crumpled it up and threw it into the wastebasket.

Originally, I used to write simplified characters like a primary school student in my previous life. I haven’t picked up a pen since I traveled, and I wrote traditional characters. The strokes are so thick that the written characters and strokes are all squeezed together, like a drop of ink on paper. Can't see people.

"I, I won't copy for you, I, I'm sleepy, so sleepy, um."

Tong Xuan moved onto the bed, pulled the quilt over his face, and soon snored lightly, indicating that he had fallen asleep.

Lin Yuan calmly picked up the ball of paper from the wastebasket, unfolded it, flattened it, and flicked it. The ink on the chuigān paper and Tonger's calligraphy are good for bookmarks. Just glance at the bookmark, and the fatigue disappears.

Because of the need to copy the book, Jiang Taijun's Buddhist scriptures were delayed. Lian Jing soon realized that, after calling Tong Xuan to the bed to torture him, he knew the ins and outs of the matter, and said, "Since there are several volumes of manuscripts, each It's a separate volume, you go and get a volume and let me see what book can make Miss Lin Si so precious."

After Tong Xuan fetched it, Lian Jing read one page, and couldn't help but read the second page. After a long time, she remembered that Tong Xuan was still standing in front of the bed waiting to take the book back, "Are you rooted or sprouted? What's the matter, I've been stuck in front of the bed for so long, I'll read this book first, anyway, it's a separate volume, it won't delay her copying, just ask her to copy other volumes first."

...Yuanyuan didn't say that she would borrow it from you. Is it really okay to be so domineering?

Tong Xuan found it difficult at first, but then he thought, since the young lady loves to read it, why not ask the young lady to help Yuanyuan copy it together. Although the young lady is sick and weak, her handwriting is quite elegant and beautiful.

"Okay," Lian Jing agreed without hesitation, "I'm going to get moldy if I lie down all day, so I can move around to get rid of the mold and get my pen and ink."

Two pear dimples immediately appeared on Tong Xuan's face, holding the four treasures of the study, Lian Jing got off the bed, sat at the table, and really started copying.

Will it be like copying Buddhist scriptures, just for show, and when I leave, she will go to bed and doze off?

Tong Xuan was a little worried. After closing the door, he looked through the crack for a while, and found that Lian Jing was indeed copying carefully, so he was relieved.

After a few days like this, every time it was time to eat, Lin Yuan waved her hands on one side of the table, and Lian Jing shook her hands on the other side of the table. Her wrists were sore and sore. If she didn't move before meals, the rice bowl would not be stable.

☆、Chapter 22 Let's talk about a car

Lin Yuan and Lian Jing were busy copying "Jiang Xun's Travel Notes" for half a month, and Tong Xuan had to take care of Jiang Xun's diet almost every day.

Sometimes I go there in the morning and bring a few freshly baked sesame seed cakes there, and sometimes I go there at noon and bring some sun-dried wax gourd slices, bacon, ham and other ingredients from home to make some side dishes for Jiang Xun. I also went there twice in the evening, once I gave a jar of Zhuyeqing brewed by lotus, and another time I gave beef soup. Because beef is more expensive, my family rarely eats it. After eating it once, I don’t forget to share a piece of soup with Jiang Xun.

Although Jiang Xun is a sour scholar and angry youth, he is not only a talented person, but also a good person, but it is a pity that he can talk outrageous things all day long, which can cause trouble too much.

Tong Xuan wanted to gag Jiang Xun's mouth with delicious food.

Saving a life is better than building a seven-level pagoda, isn't it?

Needless to say, this trick worked quite well. Jiang Xun embarked on a journey at the age of 17, and spent the next 50 years walking on the road, eating and sleeping in the open, and living in extreme poverty. This half month can almost be regarded as the most nourishing time in his life. Inextricable.

"Little boy, remember to bring me a small dish of that sauce tomorrow?"

"Watermelon Bean Sauce"

"Ah, yes, watermelon bean paste, bring me a dish."

"Okay, I'll pack a can for you and eat slowly."

Every time before Tong Xuan left, Jiang Xun would ask Tong Xuan for one or two pickles. The sauce made by Tong Xuan was delicious, and Jiang Xun became addicted to eating it. Don't be polite, ask for it.

Jiang Xun and his concubine Liu Shi left Qingyue City to return to Suyou. It was early in the morning, the streets and alleys were shrouded in gray morning light, most people were still asleep, and a dog barked occasionally in the alley.

Tong Xuan and Lin Yuan came early to see him off.

The mule cart is about to go away.

Jiang Xun turned back and shouted, "Mr. Lin, I will give you the manuscript that I spent 50 years writing. How about I exchange it with you for a child?"

Lin Yuan cupped her hands, "Sir, walk slowly, we will meet later."

Jiang Xun burst out laughing.

Amidst the laughter, the mule cart gradually moved out of sight.

Lin Yuan took Tong Xuan's hand, "Go back."

Lin Yuan and Lian Jing each copied half of "Jiang Xun's Travel Notes".

Missy is sick and weak, and her hand speed is not slower than Yuanyuan's. It seems that Missy's love for this book is no less than Yuanyuan's.

That's right, when I first met the eldest lady, the eldest lady used a carriage to carry all her belongings, stop and go, and watch the mountains and rivers. Isn't she a female version of Jiang Xun, so seeing "Jiang Xun's Travel Notes" must have Is it the feeling of seeing each other late?

Tong Xuan figured it out quickly.

But Lin Yuan knew that things were by no means that simple.

Growing up in the perilous palace walls and sitting on the throne for another five years, Lin Yuan thought she could see through all kinds of facial makeup, but she couldn't see through Lian Jing. After entering this house for so long, Lian Jing still had a mask on her body. layer of fog.

Who is Lian Jing? Why does she have such a strong interest in this book? Could it be that there are secrets in this book that I have not discovered?

Lin Yuan looked up at the Kongzhong Mountain not far away, but all her physical and mental perceptions were devoted to the young lady in the main room.

Mysteries will always be solved one day.

Lin Yuan firmly believed in this.

There is nothing in the world that she wants to do but cannot do, and there is no person she wants to find out but cannot find out.

At this time, not far from her, Tong Xuan was squatting in front of the kitchen door, tempting a three-year-old child with a small snack, "Zhang Sheng, come here quickly, it's delicious."

Zhang Sheng is the second child of Shui Sheng's family. After Shui Sheng's daughter-in-law went to work on the pier, Zhang Sheng was taken by his seven-year-old brother Huai Sheng every day.

Just now, Huai Sheng took Zhang Sheng to play at the stall on the pier, probably Chong Ling, and gave each of the two children a biscuit, Huai Sheng had already eaten, and Zhang Sheng still had half left in his hand. The two chubby hands are holding each other, eating while playing, and the small mouth is covered with diced vegetables.

With delicious food in hand, Tong Xuan's temptation is not so easy to succeed. The little guy looks at Tong Xuan suspiciously, he is afraid that the big brother's snacks for him are fake, and his real intention is probably to grab his own biscuits. ?I was coaxed by other big brothers before.

While pondering, the little guy put his two chubby hands behind his back and hid the little half of the biscuit, his vigilant and clear eyes made people laugh.

Tong Xuan covered his mouth with his hands and laughed.

Lin Yuan who turned around and saw this scene also smiled slightly.

The line of sight extends behind Zhang Sheng, and finally passes through the high walls of the Forbidden City and 14 years, back to the first month when he was three years old.

At that time, the gentle and jade-like father was still alive, and the grandparents and grandchildren went to the southern suburbs to worship the heaven and the earth. The imperial grandfather wore the emperor's crown with twelve jade rings and twelve chapter patterns, and his little self wore the prince's crown, which was the same as that worn by his father. The crown prince's crown and uniform are the same as nine pins and nine chapters, gold hooks and jade belts, yellow sash borders, and Xuanying knots.