Journey to the West from Daqin

but.

Li Jue understood.

He took a deep breath and asked the prison chief to bring the wine and food and bring it in himself.

He smiled and said, "Lord Gan Luo, this is your last meal. Eat as much as you want."

Gan Luo is no longer a 13-year-old child, but a big man in his thirties, with a fluttering long beard, and his eyes are full of power.

He glanced at Li Jue, as if looking at a fool.

Could it be that this newcomer doesn't know how many days I spend in prison every year?

Not wanting to pay attention to Li Jue, Gan Luo continued to meditate for a long time.

Li Jue was not polite, so he started eating on his own. He became stronger and stronger. The food that was given to him in the prison was not enough on weekdays. .

There is also half a pork leg, and a pot of good wine is wasted if you don't eat it.

Gan Luo wanted to think for a long time, but Li Jue was eating next to him, which made him hungry, but he couldn't eat, after all, he had to be strong.

He said, "Get some bamboo slips for this official, as well as pen and ink."

Meng Tian has invented the brush and graphite, and it has long been spread that the upper class likes to use brush and ink.

Li Jue immediately asked the prison head to prepare, while Gan Luo started writing beside him.

Li Jue said, "Are you writing a suicide note?"

Gan Luo's hand trembled, and he destroyed half the bamboo slip, making his cheeks jump with anger.

A vulgar man, he dared to say that he wrote a suicide note.

Is he like a short-lived person?

Don't you know that coming to this prison is like going home?

Gan Luo took a deep breath and said, "This official is writing the Analects. Only in this way can I calm down. What are you looking at, an executioner can't read two characters, can you still understand it?"

Chapter 90 It's [-]:[-] noon

Gan Luo was dictating the Analects, and when he saw Li Jue come over to take a few glances, he was suddenly a little disdainful.

Although he became famous at a young age, he became famous too early, and he was somewhat arrogant.

Strictly speaking, it is low emotional intelligence.

With a look of disdain, "You are an executioner, you don't know one big character, and you probably don't even recognize your own name. Do you know the Analects written by this official?"

Li Jue smiled and said, "Your lord is really joking. I didn't know how to be an executioner because of suffering, but I came here to make a living because my family was down."

"That is to say, my family used to be okay. Six generations on, my family is also a big landlord. Besides, I read books for a few years when I was young and knew a few words."

Gan Luo smiled when he heard the words and said, "So you have read the book, so can you know the Analects?"

Li Jue said: "I didn't know it before, but now I know it."

Gan Luo smiled proudly and said, "Then do you know how important the influence of the Analects of Confucius is today?"

He patted his heart, and said, "Reading the Analects often will help you keep your spirits high."

Li Jue said: "What the adults say is what it is."

Don't argue with idiots.

Seeing Li Jue being so arrogant and respectful, Gan Luo was full of disdain, and didn't bother to tell him more.

But when he saw Li Jue eating, he saw him write something, and sometimes smiled, which made him very unhappy.

"What are you laughing at, do you think this official's writing is not good-looking?" Gan Luo was angry.

Li Jue said with a smile: "My lord misunderstood, I just think that the words written by your lord are very beautiful and dance like phoenixes."

When Gan Luo started to learn about the brush five years ago, he couldn't put it down. After years of hard work and hard work, he already had a beautiful hand.

In the whole of Daqin, there are very few people who write as elegantly as him, which is also what he is proud of.

Li Jue said this, and it hit his heart.

Make him a little happy, but also a little proud.

He said, "I'm seal script, you don't understand. But this official thought it was a bit complicated, so I wrote it faster, and ordinary people couldn't see it at all."

Li Jue said: "The pen walks the dragon and the snake, the adults are good at calligraphy."

calligraphy?

Gan Luo's eyes lit up when he heard this new word.

Afterwards, he continued to use the brush to write the Analects of Confucius. He even finished writing in one go. Finally, he threw away the brush and laughed.

The head of the prison, Niu San and others were attracted, but Niu San was anxious when he saw this, "Why did the seventh brother get in, and angered Lord Gan, but it would be troublesome."

Then he muttered: "Didn't you say that the words of Master Gan are unparalleled in the world, how can you write like a chicken crawling?"

Guo Ling snorted coldly by the side and said, "It's just a false name, I'll do it too."

The prison head also said: "Actually, it's more like an earthworm crawling through."

Gan Luo listened to the unscrupulous words of several people, and was immediately a little annoyed.

He scolded: "What do you know, this is... calligraphy, calligraphy, and scribbles are for convenience, but it is also more beautiful."

Li Jue glanced at it, this is the early cursive script, but Gan Luo only came into contact with it, and it was obvious that he realized that every word in cursive script is formed by itself.

Most of the real cursive scripts are written in one go, and a few characters or even a dozen characters can be written in one stroke.

After all, it has only been researched, and it is estimated that Gan Luo is just getting started.

Moreover, the characters written have many shadows of seal script, which is difficult to change for a while.

Li Jue glanced at it and nodded slightly.

Agree.

but.

With such a nod, the stingy Bao Ganluo felt that he was insulting him.

He said, "What do you mean by nodding slightly? Don't you despise the calligraphy written by this official?"

Niu San and others outside the prison all mourned for Li Jue.

Meeting such a stubborn and unsympathetic genius child prodigy, Li Jue is unlucky.

but.

But Li Jue said: "This cursive script written by the lord is really shocking, and I admire it."

Cursive?

Gan Luo heard the new term again, and was a little surprised and happy.

After thinking about it carefully, I found that my calligraphy seemed to fit well with cursive script, so I nodded with satisfaction and took it as my own.

"Yes, yes, no one in the world has written cursive script, this official wrote it first, you have the vision."

"It's just a pity, you don't understand the Analects of Confucius, otherwise, this official can still promote you."

Li Jue laughed, not wanting to argue too much.

But Niu San remembered that Li Jue had been crazy for three days, and he had mentioned the Analects of Confucius.

It was to defend him, saying: "Gan Xiang, you are wrong, the seventh brother understands the Analects, and he can reverse the Analects."

Everyone had seen Li Jue speak madly and nodded, but in fact they didn't know whether Li Jue really understood the Analects.

That is to earn face for Li Jue.

Gan Luo heard the words, full of disbelief, and said, "Can you recite the Analects? I don't believe it, you can recite it to me."

He snorted, "I was appointed prime minister at the age of 13, and I was exposed to Confucianism. I haven't grasped the Analects of Confucius at the age of 22. I have only written three annotations for the Analects, and I haven't recited it backwards. Can you recite it backwards?"

Li Jue said: "They are joking, how can I?"

Gan Luo snorted coldly, "I forgive you, neither."

Li Jue's temper came, she gave you a face, and even slapped her nose on her face.

With a loud shout, he said, "Prison Chief, the time has come, quickly invite Lord Gan to the execution ground, I am the one who will do it today!"

After speaking, he kicked the table and chairs over, then opened the door and let the prison chief come in to get someone.

Everyone was stunned.

Gan Luo was dumbfounded, this guy really wanted to kill him! ?

The prison chief was also anxious, and whispered: "Seventh brother, you can't be executed."

Li Jue said, "Do you want to disobey Daqin's orders?"

The head of the prison said: "His Majesty will come and release him soon."

Li Jue snorted: "At least we haven't come yet. Since that's the case, we must act according to the law."

The prison chief had no choice but to plead guilty and escorted Gan Luo to the execution ground.

Gan Luo was not afraid. He had been here several times before, and he had been escorted to the execution ground two or three times. Then Wang Ling arrived and let him go.

He firmly believes that this time will be no exception.

Although the law he committed this time was more serious, he was loyal to Da Qin, and Da Qin was about to destroy the state of Yan, and he still needed him.

Ying Zheng was reluctant to let him die.

What's more, he was three or five years younger than Ying Zheng, and Ying Zheng often called him a brother, saying he was his younger brother.

How can the eldest brother kill the younger brother?

He walked away with his head held high, and along the way, Li Jue was chanting something.

When they arrived at the execution ground, the Execution Officer and others were also in place.

Gan Luo knelt on the execution ground, but listened to Li Jue still chanting words, he hummed: "Are you praying, tell you, it was just rude in prison, this official remembers it."

Li Jue sneered, under his knife, there was no one alive.