Evil husband dressed as a desolate prince

In the end, Song Shilin was sent back by the man Song Jingwen told him. He still felt unreal lying on the soft bed.He was really close to success, and he became more and more nervous at this time.

After all, it was a teenager's heart, Song Shilin clenched his fists uncontrollably, and turned several times on the bed.

He thought to himself, Kyoto is really prosperous.The moment the night scene came into his eyes, he suddenly understood the complex emotions drawn by his predecessors in the book. This is the scene at the feet of the emperor!

At the same time, Song Jingwen was drawing his own blueprint with Xie Feng, and said meaningfully, "His Royal Highness has such an uncertain temperament, what if one day the bridge is demolished when crossing the river?"

Xie Feng frowned, and paused with the hand touching his belly, "The scholar you are looking for is not to restrain the prince, is it?"

Dare to say it!

Song Jingwen covered Xie Feng's mouth, let out a "hush", threw off the quilt and covered the heads of the two, and leaned into Xie Feng's ear, breathing, "Be careful that the wall has ears, and you can't talk about restraining you. Just a talisman."

Xie Feng turned his rusty head and shrank into Song Jingwen's embrace, "So you are looking at those scholars who are officials?"

Song Jingwen pecked on his hot eyelids, and said word by word, "The crown prince gave me five years, which means that he is very sure that he will make a big change to Jia Guo within five years. Naturally, he would not be the original official." Maybe all of them will be replaced, and those scholars I support every year will always come from the grassroots, and at that time, they will read some kindness, let us talk about it."

Literati are the easiest to deal with, but also the most difficult to deal with.The superiors of any generation will not be crazy enough to drive out all the literati, after all, the words and deeds of the emperor must be recorded.

"As for the scholars who remain in our hands, as long as their brains are not dead, and they are not so stubborn and uncivilized, we can let them get in touch with new knowledge, and you and Song Zichen can also help a lot."

Xie Feng gnawed on Song Jingwen's chin. The brother who was pregnant, shed tears as soon as he said it. Said he was afraid."

This ancestor now uses Zai Zai's mouth to say everything. He is hungry when he is hungry, and he is afraid when he is afraid.

Song Jingwen patted Xie Feng's back skillfully, and explained, "Isn't it always acted like this in TV dramas? I'm just taking precautions, and I'm not afraid."

Xie Feng hiccupped and burrowed into Song Jingwen's arms, holding Song Jingwen's fingers tightly, "I won't cause you any trouble, if there is such a time when you think about me more, I will, It's quite satisfying."

Song Jingwen tore Xie Feng's mouth feigning anger, and said viciously, "What nonsense are you talking about? In the era of underdeveloped communications, you can't hide someone? What do you mean by thinking more, even if I knock you unconscious, you will have to tie me up Together."

Xie Feng laughed until his flowers trembled, he fell asleep with a smile on his face when he got the answer he wanted.

Song Jingwen pressed down his quilt to prevent the evening wind from blowing in.He smiled and kissed Xie Feng's forehead, eyes, nose tip, mouth, and chin delicately, carefully protecting the two treasures under his arms.

Song Jingwen had no intention of analyzing the psychology of His Royal Highness, the preparation he made was out of habit, taking one step at a time and watching three steps at a time.

The news from Jin Zhou came back quickly, and he came to the capital to meet Song Jingwen himself.When he came out of Song Zhai again, he was a completely new person, full of vitality.

Both sides were beaming. Song Jingwen came out of the study and went straight to Song Shilin's yard. He saw his daughter-in-law and fourth uncle each holding a book, and Song Shilin was jotting down something on the paper from time to time.

Xie Feng painted on the table with his fingers dipped in water, and the picture was quite harmonious.

Song Shilin's shoulders were heavy, and he dodged reflexively.He looked up and smiled when he saw the person coming, "Is the talk going well?"

Song Jingwen pulled a chair beside him and sat down, "It's okay."

Song Shilin didn't ask any more questions knowingly, and from the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Song Jingwen's gaze fixed on Xie Feng's body, looking at the words written on the table with his head hooked.

Song Jingwen grabbed Xie Feng's hand and wiped it, and said angrily, "Why don't you use a brush? Dip it in water and write it later, and it will be done later. Isn't it useless work?"

Xie Feng withdrew his hand, poured the bowl of water out, and yawned limply, "It's just practicing calligraphy, there is no need to waste paper and ink. Pens, inks, paper and inkstones are too expensive, and you have to paint them every time you go to the study." More than a dozen taels of silver."

With a flick of Song Shilin's pen, the characters with bigger beans were dizzy into a ball of black ink. He opened his eyelids slightly in disbelief, "The pen and ink in Kyoto are so expensive?"

You know, in Shipo Village, two taels of silver can buy enough paper and ink for a month!

Song Jingwen smiled with his chin propped up, took the words written by Song Shilin casually, waved his hand and said, "It's not that expensive, brother Feng said that because he went to the study to buy a bunch of things, and he can buy books that are good for his eyes. Come down. Under normal circumstances, it would be about five or six taels of silver to buy paper and ink for a month."

Song Shilin breathed a sigh of relief, and only then belatedly frowned, the paper was considered ruined.

Song Jingwen praised, "Your calligraphy is well written, with a full-bodied posture, reserved and natural."

As he spoke, he went to take the book in Xie Feng's hand again, pointed to the annotations on the side, and said, "Look at what our little ancestor wrote. The style is exactly the opposite of yours. The writing is bold and full of ink."

Xie Feng, who was named, held back a smile and scratched Song Jingwen's palm. The person in front of him clearly didn't know calligraphy, and he spoke in a decent manner.

Song Shilin nodded seriously, and really appreciated Xie Feng's words, which made the person concerned feel ashamed and ashamed.

It is said that people are like their characters, and Song Shilin also wanted to observe Song Jingwen's characters carefully, so he passed the pen in front of him, "I have never seen what your characters are like now. I just watched you draw at home. I drew, but I didn’t write many words.”

Song Jingwen touched his head with a smirk, and thought for a while, "I won't make a fool of myself, as long as my daughter-in-law knows how to write. I haven't picked up a pen for many years, and I can't get back the feel."

The smile on Song Shilin's face gradually dissipated, feeling sorry for Song Jingwen's inability to study, "Actually..."

"Don't be serious, I'm not interested, I have no idea." Song Jingwen interrupted him, hooking Song Shilin's neck casually and said, "I have other ideas now."

Song Shilin was stunned for a moment, took a thumb-thick stick in front of him, and asked in confusion, "What is this?"

Song Jingwen shrugged and motioned for him to draw a picture on the paper.

Xie Feng found a ruler from the drawer, and sent it over thoughtfully, "It's easy to write crookedly at first, so you use the ruler to draw a grid. Otherwise, the characters are too small, and you won't get used to it."

Song Shilin blankly followed what he said and used the pointed end to draw across the paper. With a "click", the pen and lead broke.

Song Jingwen saw that he was awkwardly holding the pencil in the same way as a writing brush, and it would be strange if he was so strong.He couldn't help rubbing his forehead, and he wrote an ancient poem by himself with another sharpened pencil.

The writing speed is much faster than using a brush, and you won't get dizzy if you don't control it well.Save time and effort, integrate pen and ink into one.If it can be promoted on a large scale, it will definitely be sought after by many people.

Song Shilin slowly realized the benefits of the pencil, and was so pleasantly surprised that he couldn't hold back the corners of his mouth, "This saves a lot of paper, and it can also improve a lot of efficiency when used for transcription."

Xie Feng glanced at Song Jingwen, then went to his study as if offering a treasure and brought out another pen, which was very similar to a brush in appearance.

"Water pen."

Song Shilin opened his mouth wide and giggled silly, the characters he wrote were exactly the same as the writing brush.

"Hey, come back to your senses." Song Jingwen tapped on the table with his fingers, snatched the pen back stingily, "This is for my daughter-in-law, just give it a try."

Xie Feng happily held his stomach and kicked him lightly, "You can just use it for fourth uncle, and I will go to the warehouse to get another one."

Song Jingwen directly asked his servants to go to the warehouse and took out five pencils and fountain pens each, and said to Song Shilin, "There are ten pens in total. You can use them however you want, and you can also give them away."

Song Shilin joyfully put the pen in his cloth pocket and was about to run outside, with an unconcealable excitement on his face, "I'll go out for a while!"

Before going out, he tripped over the threshold and almost fell on his face.

Xie Feng groaned anxiously, but Song Shilin turned his head and shook the cloth bag in his hand with a smile, and continued to run.

Song Jingwen hugged Xie Feng by the waist and went back to the yard, "Little ancestor, why don't you grow flesh on your body, just a layer on your stomach. Didn't you get enough food?"

The contrast between a thin body and a huge belly made Song Jingwen feel so fragile every time he touched Xie Feng that he didn't know what to do.

Xie Feng moved his butt, and rubbed the softest part of his body between Song Jingwen's legs, like a silent rebuttal.

Song Shilin is like a small walking trumpet, quickly becoming popular in the literati circle.In the past, only businessmen would rush to Song Zhai one after another, but now there are also a group of literati.

One pass ten, ten pass one hundred.Many scholars know that Song Jingwen sells cheap and easy-to-use pens here, especially those from ordinary backgrounds. Seeing Song Jingwen is like a cat that smells dried fish, and immediately catches people .

Song Jingwen couldn't laugh or cry, he hadn't taken out the newly made paper yet.Because the color was not pure enough, Song Jingwen used it as toilet paper.

If this group of scholars find out, they will definitely chase him and scold him.

Xie Feng was unaffected in the yard, but he still felt itchy when he always heard the sound of his fourth uncle reading.From time to time, they sneak in under the pretext of delivering food, "Everyone, take a break and eat a watermelon."

Everyone who can be invited to the house by Song Shilin has passed the test of character, and they are ashamed to eat and drink for free in Song's house.Chang Fu said warmly, "Next time we can't come empty-handed, eating and drinking every day is not what we scholars should do."

Xie Feng hurriedly shook his head, "There's no reason why guests don't give tea when they come to the door."

Dare this person give such expensive food as tea, Xie Feng is inexplicably cute in the eyes of everyone.Hao Shi only poked a small piece of watermelon, and said sweetly, "Brother Feng, don't be too busy. If you don't mind, you can talk to us together."

"Yes, we admire Boss Song so much, please tell us his story."

The corners of Xie Feng's eyes were curved, and he smiled and took a piece of paper from his cuff to wipe off the watermelon juice on his hand, "You say what you want, I won't participate."

Jin Zhou noticed with sharp eyes that he was holding a piece of paper in his hand, and asked for one presumptuously, and immediately burst into an uproar, "This is not a handkerchief, but paper?"

The literati couldn't sit still, trembling with anger, "This, this! How can you use paper to wipe your hands!"

Song Jingwen heard the movement and rushed over from the next door, afraid that someone would bump into Xie Feng, "What's the matter?"

The indignant man shook his hands and placed the paper in front of Song Jingwen, as if he wanted to be held accountable.

Song Jingwen raised his eyebrows and smiled, "What's wrong?"

"This is for writing!"

Song Jingwen shook his finger, "No, this is toilet paper."

Xie Feng glared fiercely at the man with the loudest voice, "Writing paper is harder, toilet paper is softer."

"Besides, it's even writing. I spent money, so how to use it isn't up to me? Why do you accuse us, just because you know how to read?" Song Jingwen did not give them a chance to refute, and said in an imposing manner .

Xie Feng pulled Song Jingwen's cuff lightly, and the voice was loud enough for others to hear, "You're wrong, it's produced in our workshop, and it didn't cost any money, so I just took it back and used it."

The husband and wife sang together, causing the dissatisfied people to calm down, almost holding back internal injuries.

Song Shilin was stunned again, "Is this produced by you yourself?"

Xie Feng nodded, and asked people to go to the warehouse to get two kinds of paper, and each sent two sheets, "The texture is different."

Song Jingwen looked at him showing off his power from behind, and his smile quickly became angry, "There will be paper and pens in the grocery store these days, why are you so excited. Let me tell you, toilet paper is really comfortable to wipe your butt. Hey, it's not expensive. Everyone wants it." Learn to enjoy it."

A group of sour literati were stunned for a moment, and they grabbed the paper and left the Song residence in a daze.When I woke up, I went to the grocery store and stayed in the grocery store. Cheap and easy to use means no money. Of course, the more things that don’t cost money, the better!

Another day later, Mrs. Song and others were crowded into Song's residence on the bustling street.

The old lady Song smacked her lips, and her feet were light and light, "My dear grandson, this yard is magnificent!"

Song Xingping was also experiencing a violent storm in his heart, and he almost couldn't hold back his face, "Stylish! The grave of our Song family ancestors is going to be smoked."

Song Jingwen held Mrs. Song by the arm and waited on her carefully, "Grandma, let me accompany you in the capital."

The old lady Song pushed away Song Jingwen's hand, and went straight to Xie Feng, grinning from ear to ear as she touched his stomach, "Great-grandson, ouch, let grandma take a look."

Xie Feng held his hands upright, and stood there stupidly, motionless.

Song Jingwen hurried over to make a rescue, and shook Granny Song's arm coquettishly, "Grandma, I'll see you in a few months. Don't hug my wife and don't let go."

Mrs. Song slapped her head in a daze, pushed Song Xingping, grabbed Xie Feng's hand lovingly, and said happily, "I almost forgot, there are two old hens and a pair of pigeons in the car." , make soup for you to replenish your body."

Mrs. Song babbled a lot more, and Xie Chaoxiong coughed impatiently, and then she came to her senses, reluctantly let Xie Feng go, "Come, come, have a good talk with your father."

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, our toffee kid will be online!Hey, I'm so thick and long now, hahaha, restrain yourself.

Boss Song's Diary Yuanlong Calendar 16 Years 8.12

Don't ask me why I can't get off the merry-go-round, it's love.Gan!I can land on the ground as soon as I put my legs down. Why do I have to sit on this thing that the baby is playing?Don't want me to dominate the position.

I have reason to suspect that this cub left me here on purpose, otherwise they wouldn't take me on the roller coaster?Because that wooden cart can only seat two people, I hate it!My wife was kidnapped.