Accidentally bent the hero [Transmigration Book]

Xu Xiaoqing just entered the door with a piece of tea, and was startled when he saw this: "What's wrong with you, young master?"

"It's nothing." Zhong Xue regained his strength, pointed to the poor pen on the ground, "help me pick it up."

Xu Xiaoqing snorted, and when he handed the pen to Zhong Xue, he caught a glimpse of the wild cursive script next to him: "My mother, who wrote this? It looks like ghostly symbols, can you read it clearly?!"

Cursive script is not commonly used, and it is extremely difficult to develop a strong character. Some great Confucians rarely write it, let alone the original owner.Xu Xiaoqing never went to school alone, but when he was a book boy with Zhong Xue, he knew a few common fonts.

"This is in cursive script, written by Shizi, it really looks like a ghost drawing." Zhong Xue sighed, and put the words into a wooden box, "I don't write, let's change clothes."

As soon as Xu Xiaoqing agreed, Zhang Butler showed his face from the door: "Concubine Shizi, Shizi wants you to go to the study."

Zhong Xue took off half of her clothes, and pulled them up again: "It's so late, why are you calling me to the study?"

Butler Zhang shook his head: "The old slave doesn't know either."

Zhong Xue and Xu Xiaoqing looked at each other, their faces were unclear.

Xu Xiaoqing originally planned to follow, but Zhong Xue was afraid that he would talk nonsense, so she asked him to wait in the dormitory, and followed Butler Zhang.

Butler Zhang wanted to add tea to the two of them to refresh their minds, but Zhong Xue waved her hand to refuse. Butler Zhang turned around and was about to pour it over to Liang Duan. It's better to drink less."

Liang Duan glanced at him, but said nothing.Butler Zhang said with a smile: "The son always sleeps late, and it will take two or three hours."

"Two or three hours?!" Zhong Xue was astonished, "It's the three quarters of the Hai hour now, so don't you go to bed until midnight?" You are a night owl!

"It's none of your business." Liang Duan frowned, and spread out a piece of paper on the desk, "You have practiced for an hour, write two characters, let me see how it goes."

The corner of Zhong Xue's mouth twitched, he thought it was some serious matter, it turned out that it was just checking homework before going to sleep... Brother Duan, are you too free?And after only practicing for an hour, he didn't even understand the characters he drew, so the crash course didn't have such an immediate effect.

Zhong Xue didn't move, and Liang Duan kept looking at him. Zhong Xue was terrified, so he had no choice but to go forward and write two words.

As soon as the pen was written, Liang Duan said coldly: "The posture is wrong, you have studied, what kind of pen-holding posture is this?"

The standard pen holding posture of a signature pen... Zhong Xue smiled dryly: "I created it myself."

Impatiently, Liang Duan took down a pen from the pen holder, and demonstrated it himself. Zhong Xue learned how to draw a tiger like a cat, but when he stroked the pen, the handwriting was still ugly... It seemed even uglier than before.

"There's one missing here!" Liang Duan pointed to the first word, and when Zhong Xue finished writing the second, his face turned black into carbon, "This...do you know how to read or not?"

Literate, but not cursive characters!In Zhong Xue's eyes, the cursive style is no different from the medicine list prescribed by the doctor.These two words were written by Zhong Xue from memory, and she didn't know what they meant, so how could she know that there was a missing stroke or something else?

"I'm talking about my son," Zhong Xue finally couldn't bear it anymore, "Can't you teach me to write in a font that I can read?"

Holding his breath, Liang Duan stared at him for a long time before slowly picking up his pen and wrote "Zhong Xue" in lower script: "Practice your own name first."

"Success, I'll take it back to practice now, and try to satisfy the prince tomorrow." Zhong Xue replied with a helpless face, and was going to get the sample with the name written on it, but Liang Duan slapped him on the back of his hand as soon as he stretched out his hand.

"Just practice here." Liang Duan handed him the pen.

"Here? It's late now, I have to go to the academy tomorrow morning!" Although I don't want to go to school, it's not good to be late the next day.

Liang Duan refused to listen, and was about to stuff the pen into Zhong Xue's hand. Unexpectedly, his fingertips touched Zhong Xue's warm palm, and he froze for a moment.

Zhong Xue was forced to write her name twice. She was still a schoolboy, and she was really not used to using such a soft pen.

Just as she was about to write it for the third time, her back suddenly stiffened, and something pressed against her, warming her. Immediately afterwards, Zhong Xue's right hand was held by another white and slender right hand with fine knuckles.

Zhong Xue froze for a moment.

"Shi, son?"

"Shut up!" Liang Duan held Zhong Xue's hand and stroked the pen lightly, "When you put force on your wrist, the words you write will appear stronger."

"Ah? Oh... um." Zhong Xue tensed all over, feeling that her right hand was out of his control.

In the moonlight, in the study, under the oil lamp.Two figures, one black and one white, overlapped.Housekeeper Zhang lightly reached out to sweep away the two pink peach blossoms that fell in front of the window, closed the door, and quietly retreated.

While panting, a fresh fragrance penetrated into Liang Duan's nostrils, he frowned slightly, his eyes drooped, and he glanced at Zhong Xue's side face, his eyebrows stretched out, and a smug smile unconsciously hung on the corner of his mouth.

Here, Zhong Xue's mind is not on writing at all.

The last time I leaned against Liang Duan in a hurry, before I could clearly smell his body, he chased him away with a sword. This time, the close contact between the chest and the back allowed Zhong Xue to distinguish the smell on his body. It was a smell mixed with medicinal fragrance, very clear, inhaled into the nose, it was cool, making people want to smell it even after smelling it.

"Sir."

"Ok?"

"You are so delicious!"

"..."

After saying this, Zhong Xue successfully got rid of Liang Duan's smell interference.Liang Duan evaded like a snake and scorpion, standing at the other corner of the bookshelf, very hard to say what to say, before Zhong Xue raised his hand to stop him: "I know you want to say I'm a prodigal, let me admit it, don't say it, I am practicing calligraphy."

Liang Duan: "..."

Over and over again, Zhong Xue finally comprehended a little. When she was tired from standing, she sat down and continued to practice under the supervision of Liang Duan. She wrote more than 100 sheets back and forth, almost without knowing the word "Zhong Xue" up.

Seeing that the child was approaching, Zhong Xue felt that it was almost done. She shook her sore wrist and handed the more than 100 names to Liang Duan for him to check.

Liang Duan flipped through the pages, looking at the paper for a while, and Zhong Xue for a while, reviewing it very carelessly.

After scribbling and absent-mindedly reviewing, just about to find faults, when she looked up, Zhong Xue had already fallen asleep lying on the desk.

There was another gust of night wind blowing outside the window, bringing with it a faint coolness.

Liang Duan took off his coat and was about to cover Zhong Xue's body when Steward Zhang opened the door and came in.

"What the hell weather? It's so hot at night!" Liang Duan complained in a low voice, his ears turned red, as if he was really hot, he stretched out his hand to fan the wind, and then threw his robes into balls to Steward Zhang arms.

"My lord, where are you going?" Steward Zhang asked in a low voice for fear of waking Zhong Xue up.

Liang Duan didn't look back, but just waved his hands: "It's too hot in the room, I'll go out to blow some air."

With that said, he lifted his foot into the yard.

Butler Zhang looked at the outer robe in his arms, then at Zhong Xue who was sleeping soundly, and stepped forward to put it on him on his own initiative. Before the material was covered, Zhong Xue rubbed his eyes and woke up. He took the robe back into his arms.

"Steward Zhang?" Zhong Xue looked around the study in a daze, "Where is your son?"

"My son..." Butler Zhang thought for a while, and replied, "He thinks it's too hot, so he went out to get some wind. Look," he shook the outer robe in his hand, "I've taken off all my clothes."

The weather is hot?After squinting for a while, goosebumps froze, Brother Duan's body temperature must be abnormal.

Zhong Xue nodded suspiciously, and after confirming that she could leave, she immediately went to sleep next door.

When Liang Duan came back, Zhong Xue was no longer there.He rubbed his temples and asked Steward Zhang to add lamp oil. He just flipped through the book twice, then closed it again, his eyes sore: "Don't read, change clothes."

Butler Zhang was taken aback: "Is your son sleepy?"

For many years, Liang Duan only went to bed in the middle of the night.Only on the night when he came back from Yinfeng Building, he stopped shortly after. Butler Zhang mentioned later that Liang Duan said he was angry, could it be possible that he was also angry this time?

Sure enough, as soon as Steward Zhang finished asking, Liang Duan said: "Zhong Xue's hand is as stupid as a lump of wood. I taught him to write all night, and I became sleepy with anger."

Butler Zhang smiled, and quickly called a servant to serve Liang Duan back to the dormitory to rest.

The next day, Zhong Xue went to the academy with two big dark circles under his eyes, and there were still two rows of mighty generals behind him, but with yesterday's experience, he quickly got used to it.

Coincidentally, I ran into Shen Tingzhi at the gate of the academy.

"Wow! Brother Zhong, have you been beaten?" Shen Tingzhi pointed at his eyes that were forced to put on smoky makeup because of staying up late, and said loudly.

"Didn't sleep well." Zhong Xue yawned in his face.

Before closing his mouth, Shen Tingzhi sneaked up to him and bumped his shoulder: "Did the prince teach you how to practice calligraphy last night? Did you practice until late?"

"Who did you listen to?" Zhong Xuenahan, Zhang Butler kept his mouth shut, and there was no one else present at the time, let alone Liang Duan, so how did Shen Tingzhi know?

I saw Shen Tingzhi giggling, pointing at the back of his shoulder with a thumbs up: "My father told me when he came back from court."

"Your father?" Zhong Xue almost lost his voice.

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"Your Majesty looks good today, but what's the happy event?" Shen Pijiang caught up with Liang Duan after he came down to court.

Liang Duan has a loose relationship with the court and China, and Shen Pijiang is one of the few people who can talk.

Liang Duan touched his face: "Is there any?"

Shen Pijiang stroked his beard: "Yes! Look at this complexion, it is much more ruddy than before!"

"Maybe it's because I went to bed earlier last night." Liang Duan frowned.

Shen Bijiang knew that Liang Duan was insomnia and prone to nightmares. Hearing this, he asked curiously, "Could it be that something good happened yesterday?"

"It's not a good thing." When talking about last night, Liang Duan's face turned pale. He didn't want to mention it again, but he still couldn't stand it. "The general doesn't know, my concubine can't even write her own name. I have been with him for a long time, and I just learned less than a tenth of it, so... I am so angry!"

"You fell asleep out of breath?" General Shen asked in surprise.

Liang Duan looked serious: "I'm so angry that I can't keep up with my business, can I do anything else besides sleep?"

"It's impossible to think about it." General Shen raised his eyebrows.

Liang Duan pinched his eyebrows innocently: "It's still General Shen who understands me."

The author has something to say:

Thank you "Jin Yuyu" and "Yinhuang" little angels for their nutrient solution, ouch!bow / bow /

I edited the first few chapters yesterday, and I deleted and updated them for less than [-]. I have a little pink flower and I have purple wood~