The Former Wife Came to the Door

Li Hui thought to himself: I can only look like Li Zhi, Emperor Gaozong of Tang Dynasty, for fun. Li Zhi should know calligraphy, right?Anyway, he was also an ancient king, and he had to write a few characters to write memorials. Even if the writing was not very good, at least writing the word "Yang" would definitely not turn into the character "Ping". Proving that he can write is enough to slap Zhang Zizhou in the face.

While he was thinking about it, Xi Siyu tugged his sleeve lightly and said in a low voice: "Mr. Li, let's go, don't be as knowledgeable as him. This person is a well-known firecracker in the research association, whoever is arrested will spray whoever. "

Li Hui shook his head and said, "Don't rush to leave, I'm planning to show my true strength! Write a few real words to show him."

"Huh?" Xi Siyu felt that the pear mountain was big, and she actually saw it. Li Hui's scribble just now: "Mr. Li, forget it..."

Li Hui said with a smile: "Miss Xi, don't worry, isn't it just writing, as long as I show my real strength, hum!" He still didn't dare to talk too much, so he had to hum and hum to get over the most important thing After all, Li Zhi's handwriting is good or not, he is really not sure.

"Miss Xi, just watch." Li Hui pretended to rub his face, and threw the Three Lives Orb hidden in his palm into his mouth.

With a swipe, the surroundings became dark, and Li Hui seemed to have entered a void and dark space again, and countless voices were faintly calling him from all around.He walked forward, and the God of War in black helmet and armor was waving Fang Tian's painted halberd beside him, as if he was fighting with three people, one of them was red-faced, one was dark-faced, and the other was thick-skinned.

But Li Hui didn't go there, he walked straight to a golden door, opened the door, and there was the magnificent Tang Palace.

Li Hui was jumping out of this door to obtain Li Zhi's ability. Suddenly, he felt a voice singing softly in the darkness. The voice seemed to be a gentle woman's voice. She was singing a song. A sad song: "Don't lean on a railing when you are alone. There are infinite mountains and rivers. Sometimes it is easy to see and sometimes it is difficult. Flowing water falls and flowers fall in spring, and it is heaven and earth."

"Scared?" Li Hui was startled: Isn't this "Lang Taosha" by Li Yu, the empress of the Southern Tang Dynasty?Why did I hear this word?Could it be that a certain wife in my previous life was a singer or dancer, maybe even a famous courtesan, learning the lyrics of Empress Li and singing and playing?

Unconsciously, Li Hui closed the golden gate leading to the Tang Palace, and walked towards the singing voice. In the darkness, the singing voice became louder and louder. Then, the gentle female singing voice suddenly stopped and turned into a voice of weeping and anger. : "You trash, I was molested by Zhao Guangyi, you dare not make a sound as a husband, woo..."

The woman cried so sadly that it made people cry. Li Hui suddenly felt very uncomfortable in his heart!Very, very uncomfortable, a deep sense of regret and powerlessness permeated from the bottom of my heart, as if he had failed in the struggle against fate, and not only failed once, but failed again and again, time after time sinking...

Afterwards, Yaowu's voice also sounded: "Tianxixing! Tianxixing! Your life has been so bleak, because you failed in the Conferred God War, your enemy controlled the heaven, and your fate has always been Being teased by others... As I said, one day, you will stand by my side and change your fate against the sky with me..."

"Damn!" Li Hui said angrily, "What's going on? Who is talking nonsense in my mind?"

No one answered him, only the woman's crying echoed. After a while, the crying disappeared, and the singing sounded again melodiously: "When is the spring, autumn and moon? How much do you know about the past? The motherland can't bear to look back in the moonlight..."

Li Hui took big strides and rushed towards the voice!

In the gorgeous mansion, there was a man who was exactly like Li Hui, dressed in a fine attire, but his face was full of mourning, and beside him was a stunning beauty who was crying loudly, scolding him non-stop: " You trash, you scum, why don't you resist? I was molested by other men, why are you still indifferent? "

The man who looked exactly like Li Hui was trembling all over, obviously out of anger, but he still didn't do anything in the end.

"You piece of shit!" Li Hui kicked the man in the face and cursed, "Get angry at me, turn me into a beauty with rage, even if it's death, fight for me Ah! what kind of man are you?"

boom!

The phantom world was shattered, Li Hui smashed through the entire space, and returned to reality. At some point, he was already standing in front of the table, holding a writing brush in his hand. The gesture of holding the brush was very standard, with a A strong sense of self-confidence and calmness.

Zhang Zizhou sneered and stood by to watch the play.

Si Siyu looked worried, afraid that he would make a fool of himself again.

Li Hui didn't pretend to be aggressive this time. For some reason, when he held the pen, he felt desolation and pain in his heart. This must be the pain of subjugation, or a woman who was snatched away but dared not resist powerlessness?A certain self in the previous life was played by fate and had neither the strength nor the courage to resist fate, so he had to condense all his anger and sorrow into a brush and turn it into countless poems...

Li Hui knew who that person was, and also knew his deeds!Although he didn't want to know at all.

His vision suddenly became condensed and energetic, and with a wave of his hand, the pen moved like a dragon, and a line of beautiful words appeared on the paper: "Lin Hua withered the spring red, too hastily! But the cold rain comes in the morning and the wind comes in the evening. Rouge Tears, keep people drunk, how long will it last? Naturally, people grow up and hate water forever!"

After finishing writing, Li Hui threw the brush on the table without looking back, and walked away proudly.

"Cut, what are you pretending to be?" Zhang Zizhou didn't even look at the paper on the table, and sneered at Li Hui's back, "You can't hide the fact that you are an ordinary person even if you scribble on the paper."

"Mr. Zhang!" Xi Siyu said suddenly: "I think it's better for you to look at the words on the table. If you don't even read the words, but just bark at Mr. Li's back, that's really It's your fault."

"Oh? Ordinary people, what's so good about it?" Zhang Zizhou pretended to be aggressive, and then he casually cast his eyes on the table. When he saw it, his whole body was shocked, huh?Damn, this calligraphy, my God, be good to my mother, help!Mom, what did I see!

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PS: This is a big chapter of [-] words. In order to pull out this section of fate in one go, there can be no broken chapters in the middle, so the number of words is quite large.Whoever calls me short, I'll stab him with a hatchet!

PS: I recommend a novel "My King's Strongest Shield". This is a fan fiction written by my book friend. It is not for making money, but purely for interest. The author updates quickly and writes with great enthusiasm.

PS: Yesterday I asked for a recommendation ticket to blow up H Luo, but H Luo asked me sadly and angrily in the author group "What is the use of your recommendation ticket", H Luo is so cute.

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I got up in the morning to grab the red envelopes for Double 11, but I didn’t get it...

For the red envelopes that you didn't grab, add one more!

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Looking at the piece of rice paper spread out on the table, Zhang Zizhou fell into a Spartan state.

On the paper are a few lines of characters dragged and drawn with a brush. The calligraphy looks like a quivering brush, as strong as cold pine and frosty bamboo, and looks refreshing and extraordinary.

If he is a person who does not know calligraphy, he may not be able to see what is so great about these characters. At most, he thinks that the writing is not bad.

"Jin... Jin... Jin..." Zhang Zizhou stammered several times but failed to call out that name.

On the contrary, Xi Siyu was not surprised. She just likes traditional culture, but she doesn't study it deeply. Although she thinks the words on the paper are good, she can't tell the name. Seeing Zhang Zizhou's dick-like appearance, she couldn't help asking curiously: "Mr. Zhang, what are you doing in gold gold gold?"

Zhang Zizhou took a deep breath and shouted, "Golden Wrong Sword!"

"Ah? What is the Golden Wrong Knife?" Xi Siyu wondered, "Is it a famous knife? Is it as powerful as the Dragon Slaying Knife?"

Zhang Zizhou was furious: "You woman has a good skin, but you are a big idiot. Jin Cuo Dao refers to a brushwork formed by trembling and dragging a pen. It is extremely difficult and very rare."

Xi Siyu stuck out her tongue: "I don't know calligraphy, so it's useless for you to yell at me. In short, you mean that Mr. Li's handwriting is very good? Then you said just now that he is a laity?"

Zhang Zizhou's face quickly turned liver-colored, he snorted, and reached out to rub the paper on the table, but his roar of "golden wrong knife" just now has already attracted several people. Old man, almost all the old men in this "Chinese Traditional Culture Research Association" are calligraphy lovers. When they heard the name of Jin Cuo Dao, a group of old men ran over and asked, "Where is Jin Cuo Dao?" Knife? Take it out and have a look!"