I heard I was with the tyrant [Rebirth]

Seeing such a high price, the old man was unmoved, and advised, "I heard that your family is short of money, so you have to borrow rice from your neighbors. The money can always solve the problem for a while. As the only male in the family, Don't you want your mother and little sister to live a good life?"

The corners of He Changan's eyes twitched undetectably. Doesn't this person know how many paintings he traded out and that he has a lot of money in his hand?

The old man was still talking eloquently, "Not only your family, but even Zhang Liangcai's family is nothing to worry about. With our protection, the Zhang family dare not touch you again."

He Changan said, "Who is your master?"

The old man said, "You have to write it first and try it. If you can't pass my test, of course you won't be able to see the master."

"If you don't write, you will let me go," He Chang'an said, "You still don't have a pen?"

The old man walked out the door, and He Changan was about to follow him out to have a look, but two people came over and closed the door with a click.

Heh, the bastard who hides his head and shrinks his tail.

He dared not even show his face, and failed in everything he did.

He Changan walked around the whole room, the tables and chairs were made of sandalwood, but they were not expensive, the paintings on the walls were inconspicuous, and there was nothing to show the identity of the host.

With a sound of 'squeak', the old man came back with a pen and ink, and behind him was a maid with some calligraphy and paintings.

"Five sets of calligraphy and painting, call me after you copy them." The old man smiled and left the servant girl behind.

He Changan shook his arm, the pain on it was still obvious, he thought to himself, if he could go out today, he should go to the medical clinic.

The five sets of handwriting were finished quickly, no matter how good he usually writes, at this time his arms can't use his strength, and only [-]% of the shape remains, without spirit.

The servant girl held out the handwriting, and when the old man came back, she smiled happily, "Congratulations sir, the master said that the handwriting of the master is very good."

As soon as he clapped his hands, the servant girl came in, still holding a pair of words in her hands.

He Changan was about to take it, but the old man took the word first, and spread it carefully on the table.

He Chang'an said, "What does this mean?" The test was taken twice?

"Of course not," the old man took out a purse, which contained only a bank note, "Mr. take the 100 taels first, it's considered as a finishing fee."

The old man looked sad, "To tell you the truth, my master's family has a young and handsome child who died early, and the master's family only has his calligraphy and paintings to see things and think about people, so I want to ask my husband to imitate his handwriting, otherwise no one will imitate his handwriting." As for being so expensive, it is priceless precisely because it entrusts the mourning of the owner of the family."

Condolences As for making these insidious means?

He Changan said indifferently, having an excuse at least proved that the other party would not keep him, and He Changan didn't want to involve more.

After the maid finished studying the ink, the old man said, "Please."

He Changan approached, and when he saw the handwriting spread on the table, he couldn't help but twitch his eyelids.

That's obviously my handwriting!

This word is also written by me!

He Changan asked incredulously, "Your master's child's handwriting is like this?"

The old man's face was full of pride, "This handwriting is rare. Look at Mr. Chunshan, ask Mr. Shi, the character is strong, but it is not as good-looking as my son's handwriting."

Suddenly recognize father!

He Changan dipped the little wolf pen in his hand and filled it with ink. After thinking about it, he still wanted to ask a few more questions, "Your son Guigeng?"

Seeing the old man's hesitation, He Chang'an said flatly, "I know your young master's life and personality, so that my writing will be more similar."

The old man seemed to have been instructed, and immediately said: "My young master is capable of both literature and martial arts. He is also very good at bow and archery, so his wrist is relatively strong. He passed away three years ago. If the young master is still alive, he should be 19 years old by now. "

He Chang'an felt his scalp tingle when he heard this, he didn't think it was done by his father, Lord Hou, it was obvious that someone wanted to give him his father forcibly.

Feeling inexplicably upset, He Changan said, "Okay, I just need to copy this Book of Songs, right?"

"There are trees in the south, you can't stop thinking about it, and there are wandering women in Han Dynasty, you can't think about it..." He Changan only felt that his hands stopped shaking, his arms didn't hurt, and the skill of turning his wrist lightly was enough for him to write his own handwriting.

It's just that he still remembers that part of what he wants to write doesn't look like it.

When the old man got it, he took a few glances and left in a hurry. He Changan calmed down instead, and called the servant girl, "When will he come back? If he's upset, give me some dishes. I haven't eaten lunch yet."

I don't know if it's the part of the way he ran when he was being chased, the physical exertion was too much and his stomach is empty now.

Maid: ...

She went out to find someone.

After waiting for a while, the food didn't come, but the old man led another person over, "Boss, please come this way."

He Changan stood up, and the old man smiled wryly, "Congratulations in advance, sir, this is really well written, this is our big manager."

The chief steward had a smile on his face, and He Changan seemed familiar at first glance, but after thinking about it carefully, he is the butler of the Fourth Prince's family!

Three years ago, she wasn't so rich, but now she can't hide her stomach under her clothes, and she looks more and more like the Fourth Prince.

The chief steward turned his fingers, "We invited many gentlemen before, but none of them could write like Mr. He. I don't know whether Mr. He wrote like handwriting in the post, or memorized the handwriting. He can write all poems? "

Write other poems in your own handwriting?

What is the use of his handwriting?

He Changan's mind turned a few times, his father, Lord Hou, had left the court for three years, the tree fell and the monkeys scattered, and the power was wiped out in three years, so it must have nothing to do with his family.

If the relationship between Li Ze and him is still good, then it is possible to abduct Li Ze, but Li Ze is going to kill him, can you still count on his handwriting to deceive Li Ze?

He Changan thought for a while, and was sure that it would not affect his earning money, and said bluntly, "If you don't copy, there are still subtle differences in handwriting."

The chief steward said with satisfaction, "That's enough. For every page that Mr. He copies, our master will give you 1000 taels of silver, but there is only one point. Can you ask Mr. He to keep it secret?"

The old man said, "After all, we don't want to reveal it, we just want the Lord to be happy."

He Changan restrained his smile when he mentioned the 'main family', "Yes."

The old man said, "I'll take you out."

He was caught in a coma, but when he got out, he went out openly.

He Changan took a breath, and in his arms was the bank note given by the old man. The amount was huge, 1000 taels of silver, and only the capital could exchange it.

When I went to the medical clinic near my home, the doctor touched his wrist, and his brows became tighter and tighter, "You were seriously injured before, and you lost both Qi and blood, and then something stagnated in your heart, and it became a knot in your heart. If your body goes on like this, it will be a sign of shortening your lifespan."

He Changan was secretly startled, and subconsciously touched the wound on his head that was still not fully healed, and then touched his arm, which was not important in comparison, "Then what medicine can I take to make up for it?"

The doctor said, "You look like a scholar, can you take part in the recent exam for juren?"

He Changan shook his head, "I won't participate."

The doctor snorted, "Do you have time? I'll prescribe some heat-clearing medicines for you first. As long as Coptis chinensis is grasped enough, no matter how big the fire is, I will clear it up for you."

He Changan's face turned bitter, "I have time, I've been idle recently." When I'm idle, I think of Li Ze, maybe this is the reason why he is so angry?

The doctor said, "Wu Qin Xi, compare and do it twice a day, you can do it when you are free, don't be idle, come back after this medicine is finished, I will prescribe medicine for your body."

He Changan complained secretly, is he free? It seems to be quite free, but he just has a lot of time.

After the doctor finished prescribing the medicine and went to grab the medicine, He Changan quickly put his arm on it, "Doctor, I still have this elbow, I accidentally bumped it, and it hurts all the time."

The doctor touched it twice and pressed it up along the texture, He Changan couldn't help hissing immediately, "It hurts."

The doctor said unhappily, "It's right that it hurts. It's not the elbow. It's hurt for three months. You've had it for half a month."

The doctor increased and decreased the prescription, "Isn't it lately that you are idle, go to worship in a temple outside the city, I think you are not only angry, but also too little popular, and you are prone to bad luck."

He Changan: ...

He doesn't believe in ghosts and gods.

Oh no, he believed it.

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