"Pei Wenxue, just leave such a mess to us. How can you do it yourself?" A servant from Qingshao ran over and said attentively.

However, his movements were slower. When he opened his mouth, the dishes and chopsticks had already been rinsed.

There is no dishwashing liquid in this era, so I can only rinse it with water, so it will naturally be quick.

"It's just a slight effort, it's not a problem."

He drained the water and chuckled, "This man is really approachable." The servant looked at Pei Fanxian curiously and came to a completely different conclusion from the little maids."

Don’t forget that this was the Tang Dynasty in the Middle Ages, with clear boundaries between officials and the people. For an official, no matter what rank he is, he is a ninth-rank official with the size of sesame and mung beans. It is also an official title. It is a merit to be able to not treat his subordinates without being harsh.

Where can I see Master Guan personally crawling into the kitchen to wash dishes? I can't even think about it or not.

This Pei Langjun is young and is really unconventional.

"Go and get me a piece of paper." Pei Fanxian saw the servant waiting attentively, and it would be unreasonable not to arrange an errand for him.

The servant in Qingshou was quick to do things. After a moment, he came over with silk paper and found a clean chopping board to lay it flat.

Since you have to take paper, you must write 80% of them, and of course you must put it flat.

As a servant in the royal palace, he still has this cleverness.

Pei Fanxian looked at the big three-foot square paper and looked embarrassed.

He originally wanted to leave a note, and giving such a large piece of paper was a waste. However, it was not good to cut it.

The ancient paper was thin and fragile, just like the one in front of me was still authentic rice paper, which was very soft. If you were not careful, you might destroy the entire piece of paper.

There is no way, I can only write big words.

The bowl has been washed and set.

He had ready-made ink blocks and bald pens on him. With a wave of his pen, he wrote a few words. The servant of Qingshou stayed by his side, looked at it and then, but he didn't understand at all.

"Pei Wenxue, what does this mean?"

Fan Xian pressed the brushed dishes and chopsticks onto the silk paper and smiled and said, "There will be a little maid who will come to find dishes and chopsticks later. You can bring them over, and they will know at a glance."

The servant tsk, this Pei Langjun is really interesting. What are you doing? Are you playing a puzzle?

And let the young ladies recognize words?

He knew the best of those little girls. He could not read any of them and could not even write his own name.

Tsk tsk...

That's the case with no one knows all kinds of charm.

"Pei Lang, most of the maids in the mansion are illiterate, so they may not understand it."

Pei Fanxian stood there on the spot: Hey?

Is there anything like this?

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On the other side, Li Xian, who found the treasure, was also writing quickly.

Why didn't he expect such a good idea in the morning?

A mistake, a mistake.

Now there are about two hours before the emperor and the empress appear in the Pei Palace. With Li Xian's ability, it should be fine to copy a volume.

Pei Fan first came out of the kitchen and walked slowly to the study. Beside the long table, Lin Niang was burying her head to grind the ink, and her delicate hands kept drawing circles on the inkstone.

The wolf-haired pen with a jasper pole has to be dipped ink when you write a few words. It is so fast that even Lao Pei, who is used to writing hard pen calligraphy, feels inferior to him.

Awesome!

"Your Highness, write slowly, so that your handwriting will look better."

He walked to the table and gave a little advice. Li Xian raised his eyes and was not angry: "Don't worry, my font has always been wild and the empress knows it."

"I won't blame you!"

Pei Fan was choked for a moment, and he was so imaginative?

Pei Fanxian looked at it carefully. The so-called wild and imaginative is cursive script!

Now it seems that writing cursive script is also beneficial, at least no one cares about it. Before Lao Pei's eyes, Li Zhi's calligraphy was flashing.

The authentic flying white body is both hard and soft, and is bold and strict. It can be seen that Li Zhi's temperament is indeed a regular one.

In comparison, Li Xian is much more powerful.

From the completely different pen tips of the father and son, Pei Fanxian seemed to smell a little breath. Perhaps it was because of this completely opposite personality that Li Xian became an alien among the princesses.

Since he is confident and not criticized by Wu Meiniang, let him go.

Lao Pei is very eye-catching. Although Li Xian asked him to eat and drink openly, he could not really sit there without moving, so he let Li Xian work alone.

Although he cannot write and is not good at grinding ink, there is still no problem standing here to look at it, and Li Xian will not dislike it.

But there is only one thing that cannot be confirmed. In Pei Fanxian's heart, he still vaguely felt that there was a dangerous aura gradually generating...

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The wheel of the carriage, Linlin and the bronze bell were ding. Accompanied by two maids, Guo Minmin arrived in the West City in a carriage.

In the slightly swaying carriage, the maids stood carefully and surrounded Guo Minmin. Minmin dressed up specifically today. Although she was not entering the palace, she still had to meet the emperor and empress. More importantly, she had to meet Pei Fanxian.

Since she confirmed her intentions, Minmin's mentality has gradually changed. She is trying to please her. In this way, she has picked up the words she sneered at in the past from the garbage dump, wiped them clean, and tried to practice them.

Minmin sat in the carriage with a gloomy face. The maid Tianxing thought about it over and over again and asked, "Madam, we are about to enter the West Market. Pei Langjun is not at home, otherwise don't go, it's a bit of a waste of time."

Guo Minmin was already full of anger. When she heard this, she immediately said coldly: "Why not go?"

"I'm going!"

"Which road was planned to take yesterday and which road was still taken today, and no one of you stops me!"

The two maids looked at each other. Isn’t this a waste of time? Pei Fanxian’s kindness wasted.

No one asked Guo Minmin to come to the West City. Pei Fanxian was attentive and sent someone to the Guo Mansion to deliver a letter early in the morning, asking Minmin to go directly to the Wang Mansion without having to meet in the West City.

Isn’t this a kindhearted intention?

It’s not that Guo Minmin doesn’t know the way, so she can’t lose it even if she goes there herself.

But he was thinking too simple. Who is Minmin?

It's a straightforward mind. Once you have determined something, you won't look back after turning it back.

As soon as I heard this news, I immediately became anxious.

It's outrageous!

It was obviously the three of them who planned it together (although neither Pei Fanxian nor Li Xian knew what Minmin had done), how could they leave her behind and plot alone? Isn’t this bullying?

Minmin would not let them do what they wanted. She even more disbelief. Pei Fanxian could really stay in the palace for one day and would not go home in the middle.

Even though she knew that the person was not there, she insisted on going to see him. She would never give up if she didn't witness it with her own eyes!

How could the maids be able to beat her? They had to accompany her to the west city with sighs.

In the afternoon, Pei Er returned to Pei's mansion with the book book. Boya Bookstore has added another batch of new books, which is very rich in variety. Pei Er wandered around, looked at this book, and flipped through that book again, and unconsciously time passed by.

Still, the continuous rumbling sounds reminded him that it was getting late and it was time to go home.
Chapter completed!