Master, do you recognize it?

In the end, Qianlong settled everything in the way he was best at: silver, silver, a lot of money.

A large sum of rewards was carried into Yanxi Palace and Fujia like running water, so his wife and son were all settled, and Qianlong, who had returned to a harmonious life again, was very satisfied.

It's a pity that some people are not satisfied.

Since knowing how many rewards the Fu family has received, Brother Eleven has continued to be in a state of fried hair, his face is as dark as a crow's wings, and his calculations have been smashed.Looking at his moldy virtue nestled in the corner, Ba Ye sighed again and again, lamenting that his posture was as close as Xiao Jiu was when he lost his temper because of his narrow-mindedness.

But no matter how cute and awkward Fenbaozi looked, he still had to be coaxed, Eighth Master had already finished practicing the required big characters, took a pen and paper and ran to Brother Eleven to put on a show: "Brother Eleven, you are still angry. "

Brother Eleven snorted, poked the brush resentfully on the paper, and immediately left a large ink blot: "That slave Yangzi borrowed the master's ladder to get a reward, why don't you let me be angry?"

"Does the reward buy a body or a reputation? Vulkan's both civil and military skills have long since become a joke. Didn't the previous imperial physician say that that Fortey was really hurt?" Eighth Master said familiarly, "Eleventh Brother, if you don’t like it, find someone to beat Fulkang again and kill him together, that kid has been biting everywhere like a black-eyed chicken these two days, he is very provocative.”

"Hmph, is it like a man who cares about a slave?"

Brother Eleven raised his head high, and he was willing to write properly after changing a piece of paper.

Seeing that the buns were being coaxed, Ba Ye secretly laughed and pretended to read the book.The study room in Qianlong was much more relaxed than that in Kangxi Dynasty. Not only was it easier for elder brother to ask for leave, but the rule of memorizing 120 times has already become a decoration, as long as the homework is passable.Eighth Master came to class these few days, and most of the time was looking at Kaimeng's things and thinking about his thoughts.

From Hongli to fifth elder brother, from queen to concubine Ling, from heir to Hongwang, from eleven to little nine and ten...

Thinking about the eighth elder brother, he wanted to sigh. In order to divert his attention, he simply turned his head to see if Xiao Shiyi had practiced calligraphy well, but when he squinted his eyes, he was shocked.

This word...why does it look familiar?

Fortunately, he is also considered a man of the city. Although he was puzzled in his heart, he didn't show it at all on his face. He pretended to casually pull a piece of scrapped eleven and read it carefully, and he was even more hesitant when he read it carefully.

Ordinarily Eleventh Elder Brother has just practiced calligraphy. Although his writing is exceptionally good for a seven-year-old, he is just putting on airs horizontally and vertically. He is far from having his own character. How can he be familiar to others?But Brother Eleven's horizontal, vertical, crooked characters are familiar to him...

"Hey, it's rare that my younger brother knows the goods. Brother Eleven, I reward you as a copybook."

Brother Eleven next to him found his younger brother in a daze with his scrapped papers, and made fun of him. He didn't want Eighth Master to crawl along the pole and seize all the scraps that Eleventh Brothers had written, so he smiled and went to himself. On the seat, he said: "That's a good relationship. The previous master praised you for your talent in handwriting, but my brother didn't see how much better your handwriting was. It's rare for my brother to be magnanimous. I have to take a good look at your handwriting. Where are you."

"Hey, you little twelve, if you admire my brother, just tell me that my brother is not such a stingy person. If you are good to me, I will give you some advice."

"I really want to beat my brother's back and legs, but I'm afraid that your body will not be able to hold on because you have been absent from bow and horse lessons that day."

Brother Eleven cursed with a smile, bowed his head and continued with his homework.

Carefully noticing that Brother Eleven really didn't take it seriously, Eighth Master carefully flipped through the papers in his hand, but he saw the problem without flipping through two or three sheets, and it was even more obvious when he put those several sheets side by side.Both horizontal and vertical strokes are at the level of beginners. Although the writing is good, there are always some problems. The pen is soft here, and the words are twisted there.But the strange thing is that beginners often put up a poor shelf, but they build it very beautifully, even if they are horizontal and vertical, they can't be practiced, and the same writing is never crooked in the same place.

Eighth Master flipped through the rest again, his eyes suddenly lit up, and he just pulled out a piece of paper.What was written on the paper was not homework, it was obviously Elder Brother Eleven who was bored and was scribbling, one big ink blob after another, and even drew a lot of bastards.But there are also places that are not completely painted, showing a few beautiful faces, although the writing is scribbled, it has already taken shape.

禟.

禟?

Ba Ye stared at that word in a daze, wishing he could immediately stare out all the other small characters from the ink ball, isn't it Yinzhen?Even if it's not, it's no problem, if he got the reminder, wouldn't he be able to recognize whose character it looks like?

——Xiao Jiu...

Ba Ye didn't know what he was looking for, so he just flipped through the copybooks quickly, but with the answer in his heart, the more evidence he saw in front of him, he picked one here and another from the big crooked characters, and the more he looked at it, The more I feel that I have a strong character.Although he is small and weak in writing skills, the radical structure is very familiar.

——Xiao Jiu?

Eighth Master was stunned.

Let us forgive Ba Ye for his lack of awareness. After all, this man is an antique product that was born in feudalism, grew up in feudalism, is keen on fortune-telling, and has an inexplicable connection with some witch cup cases, so his first reaction was not to hold It is understandable that Xiao Shiyi burst into tears but wanted to go to the Daxian to pay his respects.

——Ba Ye, why didn't you think that you yourself are also resurrected?

Of course, if the fourth master is wearing it now, the eighth master would definitely go to the shaman to cast spells without hesitation, not only exorcising evil spirits, but also nailing the grass man, but now he is wearing (suspected) Xiao Jiu...it is Xiao Jiu!

Ba Ye was very entangled, and Ba Ye finally couldn't calm down.

Brother Eleven had no idea that he had been exposed. As soon as he finished his homework, he looked up and saw his younger brother looking at him with resentment and longing——Brother Eleven, you really think too much—suddenly fluttered, The small chest straightened out and immediately showed the back molars in a smile.

——Small, if you dare to tease Grandpa, you will feel inferior when you see Grandpa’s words.Don't worry, Master is so suave, outstanding, full of advantages from head to toe, all the people in the world who are self-aware can't help but feel inferior.

So for a few days, Eleventh Elder Brother, who had been regretting that his younger brother was seriously ill, never looked at him with adoring eyes, was satisfied. Bathed in the admiring (big mistake) eyes of Twelfth Elder Brother, he felt that all the pores of his body were comfortable.

Feeling at ease, he handled things neatly, and he didn't carelessly perfunctory the master's homework as he did a few days ago.

What are you laughing at, what are you laughing at, it would be embarrassing for a person in his teens who can't even recite Kaimeng's homework.

The entangled Eighth Master was too lazy to watch Brother Eleven so proud that his tail was about to go up to the sky, he lowered his head and tore up the few exposed copybooks, completely destroying his body and leaving no traces—this Xiaojiu, apart from hugging money Refusing to take care of anything, just writing such two words is showing his flaws, will he still have to pay Yinzhen tomorrow?

"Twelfth brother, do you want my brother to teach you how to practice calligraphy?"

When it was time for a break, Eleventh Elder Brother walked over calmly, showing off his brother's style with his small chest.

——It's strange to say, I don't know how cute this pink bun was when Xiao Shi was Xiao Jiu, but now that I know it, I feel that this kid has a lack of temperament from head to toe?