Traveling through the World of Beasts: The Story of the General's Favorite Wife Farming

After nightfall, Yunxi Study has an indescribably weird feeling, especially a string of wind chimes hanging in front of the gate, and two red lanterns hanging on both sides, fluttering in the cold wind.And this street is remote, along the way, except for the lantern at the entrance of the study, the surroundings are pitch black.

Xuanyuan Zhao subconsciously grabbed He Lianqi's sleeve, "Sister-in-law Wang, I'm afraid."

"I'm not afraid, there's no ghost, I'm here." Helian Qi patted him on the back in a funny way, his courage was as big as a grain of rice. "Isn't your palace much more scary?"

"Ah? There are lights in the palace, and it's dark here." Xuanyuan Zhao wrapped his entire body around him, looking around with his eyes, for fear that something would appear suddenly.

He Lianqi just half-dragged and half-carried him to the study, "Someone will come later, don't make a fuss, they are some half-beasts, their appearance may be different, you know?"

Xuanyuan Zhao stepped on the bench, barely reaching Helian Qi's chest. "Zhao knows."

"Also, remember to call me brother, don't tell others your surname is Xuanyuan." He Lianqi was afraid that this brat would cause trouble if he opened his mouth, and the people here are extremely impatient.Although I heard from the bones that their emotions have been relatively stable recently, they also have to be careful about what they say.

It is impossible for them to say that they do not hate the royal family.As long as Xuanyuanzhao speaks out his surname, he will definitely offend people.

"Yeah." Xuanyuan Zhao nodded obediently, pointed to a notebook that He Lianqi took out, and half a white steamed bun, "Brother, what is this?"

Helian Qi pointed to the three words on the booklet and smiled, "Heirloom."

"Heirloom?" Xuanyuan Zhao blinked, not quite understanding what he wrote could be regarded as a family heirloom.

"That's right, there are bits and pieces of me and Ah Yi in it, er, it has been artistically processed." He would never say that he is ugly, as a face control meow, of course he is a handsome man.

Xuanyuanzhao craned his neck to look, not knowing what expression to make, "Brother, isn't your beauty too unreal?"

"Confident people are the prettiest, you know that?" Helian Qi glared at him.

Xuanyuan Zhao didn't dare to answer, and shrank his neck.After a while, he saw Helian Qi sharpen the pen with a small knife, and asked in amazement: "Brother, can you still use the pen after sharpening it like this?"

"Sure. This is a pencil made by Nangong. It doesn't need ink, and the cost is low. The only disadvantage is that it needs to be sharpened." It must be far worse than an automatic pen, but here, he can only be satisfied.At least it doesn't matter if you know how to write with a calligraphy brush or not. You won't be able to learn that thing in a while.

Seeing him staring straight at him, Helian Qi took out a piece of paper and handed the pencil to him, "Do you want to play with it?"

"Is it really possible?" Xuanyuan Zhao asked, and stretched out his hand honestly.

He took the pen and looked around, and tapped the tip of the pen with his index finger. It was not soft like a brush, but sharp and hard, and it was a little itchy when he pressed it harder.

"Brother, how do you write this?" He thought about using a writing brush, but the ink is easy to get on the writing brush, but this pencil is hard, and the same holding method may not be able to write.

He Lianqi took the pen with a smile, "Look at it. First, stretch out your index finger and thumb, lightly clasp it into a circle, and then pass the pen through the circle... just like this, lightly resting on the middle finger."

He wrote a sign of Zhao on the paper very slowly, and when he saw people staring at him, he said, "Try it."

Xuanyuanzhao held the pen with a fairly correct grip, but the words he wrote were horrible.

"Not bad." He Lianqi said satisfied, "Don't be too nervous when holding it, and you don't need to use too much force, just get used to writing."

"Brother, do you still have such a pen?" Xuanyuan Zhao's face flushed with excitement, as if he had found an interesting toy.

He Lianqi nodded, "I still have three, you can write with them first, I will teach you how to sharpen pencils later. Here is the Book of Songs, if you want to practice handwriting, you can find it inside."

"Okay." Xuanyuan Zhao lowered his head and wrote.

Helian Qi wanted to laugh a little, but also felt a little sad.How many children in modern times learn to write after being chased by their parents?Up to here, a pen has been treated with preciousness.

What is not available is the best, and what is rare will be cherished.He shook his head, sharpened a pencil and went on writing the heirloom.Oops, I'm going to write about doing something embarrassing with Ah Yi today, so excited!

Helian Qi took a sip of her saliva, and wrote while laughing.If Xuanyuanzhao hadn't been here all the time, he would have thought he was possessed by something dirty.

He Lian Qi didn't know what other people wrote, anyway, he was very obsessed, and then he would inadvertently let out a pig laugh.If he was listening to a song, he would still hum it unconsciously, and the college roommates who lived with him all avoided his magic sound.People want money for singing, but he wants his life.

YY for a while at the touch of his old Gong's muscles, Helian Qi giggled sometimes, and hummed an unknown tune.

Xuanyuanzhao was a little scared when he heard it at first, but gradually he got involved in the world of practicing calligraphy and became indifferent to the sound.

People who came to read the book saw their combination, shook their heads, and put on the cork to read.

After an unknown amount of time, a hand waved in front of He Lianqi.

He raised his head, saw it was Xiao Jin, and asked in puzzlement, "What's wrong?"

"Master Helian, I, I'm here to look for books." Xiao Jin looked at him shyly, "Are there any books full of pictures?"

Helian Qi was stunned for a while, then said: "You are not yet of age, so you cannot watch."

Xiao Jin blinked, and it took him a while to understand what he said, blushing and patting his arm, "It's not that kind of book!"

"Oh——" He Lianqi thought about it carefully, "There is a complete collection of weapons, and the story of the stickman I drew, which one do you want to read?"

"Who is a stickman? A half-beast?" Xiaojin asked doubtfully.

He Lianqi took out a small picture book from the drawer, the calligraphy on it was so ugly that he couldn't bear to look directly at it, "Here, this is it."

Xiao Jin took it and flipped through two pages. There were no words, and it was all funny and simple movements. More importantly, he could understand. "Well! That's it, can I borrow it?"

"I can send you off, by the way, is Uncle Dalin feeling better?"

The smile on Xiao Jin's face faded a bit, "It's better than before." But he was still not sober.

"I'll visit you when I'm free. This book is not from the study, so there's no need to register." He Lianqi drew this one to see if the stick figures injected with spiritual power would survive, and the other was to be in a hurry.

Writing with a brush was too slow and ugly, so he drew a stick figure, as if there was a cat and a snake behind it.

"Okay, thank you, young master." Xiao Jin happily left with the book in his hands.

Xuanyuanzhao suddenly asked: "Brother, what is a stickman?"

He Lianqi casually drew a circle on the paper he practiced calligraphy, poked three points, drew an arc, and added a stroke and a stroke under the circle, with two sticks below. "This is the stickman."

Xuanyuanzhao had an epiphany and continued to practice calligraphy.