Mixed in the Three Kingdoms as a magic stick

When Lu Bu happily finished his bath, changed into clean and scented clothes, and returned to Yan Qing's dormitory in three steps at a time, he saw that Yan Qing, who had also changed into her bed clothes, was so tired that she was lying on the bed. on the desk.

The barrel of the pen he held between his fingers was skewed to one side, and the ink-stained tip of the pen was a mess on the half-written paper.

When Lu Bu saw this scene, how could there be any whimsical thoughts just now?He frowned in pain, quickly closed the door behind him, tiptoed over, pushed aside the paper and pen, carefully picked up Yan Qing, and put him on the couch.

When being turned over, Yan Qing muttered in dissatisfaction, and his eyelashes trembled accordingly.

Lu Bu watched with trepidation, but he didn't wake up, but soon relaxed his brows again, and continued to sleep deeply.

Only then did Lu Bu let out a sigh of relief, and his movements became more and more light. While hooking the heavy brazier with the back of his feet, he approached the bed, and at the same time spread out the thick folded quilt, and covered Yan Qing properly from bottom to top.

He thought beautifully, but the quilt was cold, how could Yan Qing not wake up under such a quilt?

Yan Qing opened his eyes in a daze, staring at Lu Bu who was holding his breath nervously for a long time, the pupils gradually gained focus.

"What are you doing?"

Yan Qing rubbed her swollen forehead and asked lazily.

He has a slender neck, fair skin and delicate skin, and now he leans back slightly, revealing an extraordinarily delicate Adam's apple, and the neckline was opened a little earlier, revealing a beautiful half of his collarbone.

Lu Bu's eyes gradually became straight, where could he hear his question?

In addition, Yan Qing's hair crown was removed by Lu Bu casually earlier, so as not to get in the way when he lay on the pillow, and now his long hair like a waterfall falls down, softening the usual elegant and ethereal atmosphere. Don't have a lazy romantic demeanor.

In addition, there was a hint of hoarseness and deepness in that voice, which made Lu Bu feel uncontrollable heartbeats when he listened and watched.

The disturbed sleep was exactly when Yan Qing was most unconscious. He didn't hear Lu Bu's answer, and he didn't think about it. He just stared silently for a while, and his eyes gradually recovered.

"You brought me up?" Yan Qing smiled, wrapped his arms around Lu Bu's neck, and kissed him on the lips: "Thank you for your consideration. But this is not the time to rest yet."

Lu Bu managed to rein in his distracted thoughts, and said solemnly: "What is my lord busy with? Writing a letter?"

Yan Qing nodded: "I heard that there is a gentleman of great virtue in the dynasty, he is open-minded and capable, rich in literature and knowledge, just because the government and the people are chaotic these days, and people's hearts are not in harmony. He was disappointed and secretly resigned from office. I'm not out of the house, I went to study calligraphy."

Lu Bu: "...well."

Yan Qing said: "When I corresponded with Wen Ruo, he mentioned the other party repeatedly and was full of praise, so I wanted to write and ask to see if I could attract him."

Lu Bu was really displeased that Yan Qing, who was so tired that he could fall asleep on his stomach, got up to go to work again, but he knew that he was clumsy with his tongue, and he couldn't persuade him.

He racked his brains and thought for a moment, then suddenly got courageous, and pushed Yan Qing back who had sat up and was about to put on his shoes.

"...What are you doing?"

Being restrained by Lu Bu condescendingly, Yan Qing couldn't help being slightly taken aback.

In his cognition, although Lu Bu is usually as sticky as a big cat, he does not discriminate between public and private.

Lu Bu bit his bullet and suggested, "Why don't you ask the lord to dictate, and Bu volunteer to be a ghostwriter?"

Yan Qing: "..."

He couldn't help being entangled: Lu Bu obviously had a good intention to show sympathy, if he refused, he might hurt his lover's heart, but this time it was really inappropriate.

If it were someone else, that would be fine, but the person who is going to write the letter this time is the famous calligrapher in history, Zhong Yao and Zhong Yuanchang.

Even Yan Qing herself, who had practiced calligraphy for a period of time before time-traveling, only slowly found the feeling of writing well after writing a few scraps just now.Even so, he still took advantage of the evolution of calligraphy with a guilty conscience.

After all, regular script began at the end of the Han Dynasty, and Zhong Yao was its first author, known as the ancestor of calligraphy history.However, compared to the other party who is still in the stage of groping, the copybooks that Yan Qing has come into contact with are all finished products that have undergone changes in the past dynasties.

If Zhong Yao suddenly sees the fonts used by Yan Qing from the early Tang Dynasty, and notices the vigorous brushstrokes, the square and neat strokes mixed with the cheerful and vigorous structure, he will be quite novel and can't help it. Pay more attention.

Gifts are also ready-made - Zhong Yao is notoriously obsessed with Cai Yong's calligraphy, and often asks for copybooks but cannot find it. It just so happens that Cai Yong took refuge with his family in Yuzhou under the rule of Yan Qing a few years ago, and he admires Yan Qingguang's government school very much. , the practice of publishing books for people to read, if Yan Qing had not already married a goddess, he would have married his daughter seriously.

Since it was a relationship that was close to a year-end friendship, it was easy for Yan Qing to ask for a few calligraphy posts from the other party, which Tou Zhongyao liked.

Yan Qing had stayed in Luoyang three times, but it was inconvenient for the first two times to speak—a loyal minister in the eyes of the world, can't keep poaching the corners of the court?

I used to ask Liu Bian for Jia Xu, a marginal figure, that's all. Now Jia Xu is in his position like a fish in water, shining brilliantly. The headache of drawing attention.

But now the government and the public are chaotic, and the situation is extraordinary. Even Lu Zhi, who is utterly loyal and loyal, feels disheartened and lazy because of the infighting and selfishness of the people, let alone Zhong Yao, who is only a servant of the yellow family and feels powerless?

When Xun Yu was in Beijing, he had a good friendship with Zhong Yao, and seeing that the time was right, he strongly recommended this talent to Yan Qing.

It should be that Yan Qing's unselfish rescue of thousands of miles gave Xun Yu a reassurance. The minister whom he hadn't seen for a long time had vaguely resumed his honeymoon period.

Yan Qing pondered for a moment, and was about to decline politely, when he accidentally met Lu Bu's expectant and concerned tiger eyes, his heart softened completely, and he changed his words instantly: "Then I will thank you."

That's all, at worst, wait until Lu Bu goes to bed, and then copy a copy later.

Lu Bu didn't know what Yan Qing was planning, and when he heard the answer, he couldn't help being very happy.

In fact, during the time when he was the master book under Ding Yuan's tent, he was fed up with being empty and strong but unable to fight the enemy. The uncomfortable taste of reviewing documents with a pen.

But now that he was involved in this matter, he only found it sweet and slightly troublesome.

Yan Qing was half-lying and half-sitting on the couch, leaning against several high-folded soft pillows, smiling slightly, and directed Lu Bu who was sitting in front of the desk: "This ink can still be used, wash the brush..."

When he was ready, Lu Bu was sitting in front of the case, straightened his back as if facing a big enemy, lowered his head deeply, and followed his instructions meticulously.

"...Today, the situation is changing and the emperor is in trouble...Above the government and the public, people's hearts are not in harmony, and the turmoil is unbearable..." Seeing Lu Bu holding the pen tightly, writing profusely, Yan Qing couldn't help but slow down a little bit Quick: "Gai Wenmu can't stand alone in the sky and the earth, and people can't walk alone and be covered with frost and snow. Qing is willing to go alone to recruit talents and talents, but I sincerely cooperate with you to share the joy of planning a thousand miles."

After Lv Bu managed to finish writing, he presented it to Yan Qing with unconcealed anxiety.

Yan Qing pretended not to see the two big typos in it, checked it seriously, and praised sincerely: "Not bad. It seems that you have really put in a lot of effort on weekdays. "

After receiving Yan Qing's praise, Lu Bu was immediately elated, and all the worries just now were swept away, and he grinned and said politely: "I can't do it, I can't do it."

Yan Qing's hands were itchy, and he couldn't help it. He rubbed the naive tiger's head, and then told him to put the paper on the table and wait for the ink to dry.

What Lu Bu didn't know was that Yan Qing had a gentle smile on his face, but he had already made plans in his heart.

——My daughter-in-law's calligraphy is very rare, not to mention that although this character is round and cute, it is not very neat, so it is not suitable for giving away.Even if the writing is good, you have to save it to add to your collection.

"Let's rest together."

Yan Qing didn't hold on any longer, rolled sideways on the couch, and vacated a seat, teasingly said: "Mrs. Lu, my husband has already warmed the bed for you, why don't you come?"

The next moment, Mrs. Lu, who was as heavy as two and a half husbands, kicked off her shoes conveniently, and rolled onto the couch like a swallow, until the bedding sank down.

After rushing all the way, both of them were very tired. Although Lu Bu was more energetic, he was not willing to toss the baby who was so exhausted that he fell asleep as soon as he touched the pillow.

He just hugged Yan Qing in his arms honestly, at most he slowly lowered his head, rubbed lightly on the neck with the familiar and refreshing faint woody fragrance, and took a deep sniff. After sniffing it, he smacked his mouth with unsatisfactory intentions, and fell asleep with his eyes closed in regret.

Yan Qing stuck close to such a big stove, not troubled by the winter cold at all, and fell asleep contentedly.

When he opened his eyes, Lu Bu was full of sleep and was staring at him recklessly.

Yan Qing doesn't know what he wants to do?

But he could only harden his heart and reminded helplessly: "It's time for dinner, and Feng Xiaogong and they must be waiting."

Although Lu Bu had expected it long ago, after hearing the clear rejection, he still couldn't help sighing sadly.

Yan Qing's eyebrows twitched, and he said with a smile: "I owe you this time first, and I will let you one more time next time, okay?"

Although looking at plum blossoms to quench thirst, it was surprisingly effective—at least as soon as these words came out, Lu Bu's energy returned instantly.

After the two of them changed their clothes, washed and left the room, Yan Qing asked Dian Wei habitually: "Has anyone been here?"

Dian Wei said: "My lord, Guo Shaofu woke up early, came here, only opened the door to take a look, and saw that the lord was still asleep, so he ordered not to disturb you, and went to the meeting hall first."

Yan Qing nodded with a smile: "Thank you for your hard work, you will change shifts soon, go down and have a rest."

Dian Wei quickly responded, "Here!"

While Yan Qing was enjoying delicious dishes with his confidants, generals, and staff, hundreds of miles away, Liu Kang was roughly placed on horseback by a few barbarians like a burden, galloping northward, bumping non-stop.

The expensive fox fur cloak has been stripped away, leaving him only a thin inner coat. His white and tender skin was flushed by the cold wind with frost and snow. He was shivering from the cold, and the wound on his leg Also completely numb.

Hearing the wanton laughter blowing into his ear with the cold wind, he hated, feared and regretted in his heart, but he didn't dare to move an inch.