When the cannon fodder gets the golden finger [Transmigration Book]

It has been a few days since I got along with Zhao Xueyang day and night, and Zhao Xi has also figured out his personality. He has no requirements for the people below, and he has a good temper.

Ji Cai almost never lost his temper on the first day.Zhao Xi usually needs to take care of his daily life like an old woman, and then fish and paddle when he has nothing to do.

A child who grows up in a powerful family will not be so naive even if he does not have a secular state of mind.When the stories in the book were developed, the protagonists were all teenagers aged sixteen or seventeen. The ancients were generally precocious both psychologically and physically. The heroine was only 16 years old when the hero and heroine got married.The princes have been fighting for their own lives since they were fourteen or fifteen years old.Zhao Xi couldn't help but think of the stage when he was struggling for the high school entrance examination, but this was not a small turning point in the future. No one dared to imagine how tragic the outcome would be if the competition failed.

During this period, Zhao Xueyang also had contact with the second prince and the first prince respectively, and he was very hesitant and vague about their tentative overtures, and he seemed indecisive and indecisive when speaking and doing things.

Zhao Xi knew that this might be his disguise, a persona set up externally. 'But when he is free and lying on the table and watching Zhao Xueyang write, looking at his handsome and gentle facial features will suddenly remind him of his ending.Does he have any sense of his near future now?Could there be countermeasures being implemented to deal with the emperor as well?

"What are you thinking?" Perhaps he had been staring at him in a daze for too long, and Zhao Xueyang asked non-stop.

Zhao Xi came back to his senses and said, "No, it's nothing."

He dipped the nib of the pen in ink, took a moment to glance at him, suddenly became interested, and asked him, "Can you read?"

Zhao Xi has discovered this matter a long time ago. He can get a general idea of ​​the modern traditional characters by combining the before and after of the article, but this superficial dynasty borrowed from the background of hundreds of years ago. The fonts are complicated, and it takes a long time to write a word. It is not very similar to modern traditional Chinese, and he often has to guess a word for a long time.In the past two days, Zhao Xueyang practiced calligraphy in the room when he had nothing to do, and wrote articles, and even copied books that he didn’t know what they were like now. He didn’t dare to ask. Why come.

"I don't know how to read," he said, with resentment in his tone for the font he had been pondering over the past two days.

"Oh." Zhao Xueyang probably asked casually.And remind him, "Remember to grind, don't keep distracted."

This tone, what a good master, what a good person to remind the servant when he was distracted while doing things.Zhao Xi was thinking, while grinding the ink stick with appropriate strength.

Don't let him be distracted, he just stared at the content he copied. This book has no cover, just a few unrecognizable titles. , There is a thick stack of transcripts.

"Your Highness," Zhao Xi couldn't help being curious, and asked cautiously, "What are you writing about?"

""Ksitigarbha Sutra"" he said without raising his head.

"Oh—" In order to express the feeling of sudden enlightenment, Zhao Xi deliberately raised the ending sound.There are indeed many people who like to copy Buddhist scriptures to pray for family and friends. He has no religious belief since he was a child, so he didn't think about it for a while, thinking it was some political literature.

Zhao Xueyang raised his eyes and glanced at him, seeing his pensive look, he suddenly became interested.

"You serve by my side, you can't read and write." He said, putting the wolf pen in his hand on the pen pillow.Zhao Xi looked at him in surprise, and he thought too, but it's not that easy. "My son, this servant will study hard when I go down."

"Well, good." Zhao Xueyang said, and rummaged through the base of books and books on the desk, and took out a yellow leather notebook from it. Zhao Xi saw that it was about the size of an octavo paper.He handed the book to Zhao Xi and said, "This is the "Record of Huaiyang Famous Spots and Omnivorous Sutra" written by my teacher himself. This is not a copy on the market. Although it is not a rare book by famous masters in the world, here it is——" He emphasized again and again, his eyes were a little contemptuous, "It's still a bit overkill. Let's use it to practice calligraphy."

Zhao Xi carefully took the copybook in his hand, saw the words on the cover, and tried to memorize it.I opened it and looked, there are about a dozen pages, and the content is probably various articles written by lyrics and music.Listening to the title seems to record all kinds of food in Huaiyang.The font is very dignified regular script, suitable for beginners like him.

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness!" Zhao Xi put it in his arms, not forgetting to thank him.

As a first-class servant, Zhao Xi doesn't have to share the Datong shop with other servants. He has his own independent room, which is just a small side room next to Zhao Xueyang's palace.However, he is usually by Zhao Xueyang's side almost all the time, basically just going to sleep when he is not on vigil, and there is everything in it.

He and the two maids took turns to keep watch at night. He will not be here tonight. After Zhao Xueyang fell asleep, he returned to his room. Sit on the edge of the bed and soak your feet.

Whether it is his original body or this body, he is very weak. In winter, his hands and feet are cold, and his feet are like snow strips.The hot water slowly warmed him from the soles of his feet to his whole body, and he finally relaxed.

"Leguo!" He called out, Leguo was just outside the door, he opened the door and came in after answering.

Zhao Xi took a handkerchief and slowly wiped the water clean, Le Guo wanted to come over to help but he gave him a stare and retreated, he still couldn't accept being served so humblely by others.It's not that he doesn't have hands. "Do you know how to get brushes and rice paper? The kind of thin paper used to imitate copybooks."

"Ah," Le Guo said, "it's in the storeroom. If you want it, I will get it for you."

"Oh." Zhao Xi didn't expect it to be so simple, and thought it would take a lot of work. "Then go and help me get a pen, an inkstone and an ink stick. The paper needs to be very thin."

"Okay." Le Guo said and left, and came back with something after a while.

Zhao Xi asked him to put his things on the table in the house. He sat at the table and looked at it after he went out and poured water. There was a thick stack of paper, and he couldn’t tell the material of the inkstone. There are two sticks in a small wooden box, and there are also pen rests and pen washers.He felt a little excited when he touched these guys. After living for more than [-] years, he was finally about to start writing with a brush!

"My lord, do you want to practice calligraphy?" Le Guo asked curiously.

"To be precise, it's time to practice calligraphy." Zhao Xi took out the copybook and laid it on top of a piece of paper, "Go and rest, it's so late."

After laying out the paper, he remembered that the ink hadn't been grinded yet, and when he thought of grinding the ink, he felt troublesome and didn't bother to clean it up.After struggling for a while, the novelty overcame the laziness. He dipped his fingers in a little water drop from the water cup on the table, took out the ink stick on the inkstone, and rubbed the ink evenly and vigorously.

Le Guo looked at him for a while and saw that he was in good spirits, maybe he was afraid of being left behind to study ink for a while, so he yawned and left.

After a while, ink came out, Zhao Xi stopped, he didn't need much, as long as he could write two characters to try.