"I'm not..." Gao Yue squeezed his almost broken nose and struggled to sit up from the scriptures all over the ground, "Ah, you kicked my nose bleeding."

Another "bang" sound, and the Ju ball fell straight down and hit Gao Yue's head. Gao Yue shook, his eyes were filled with stars, and he lay down to the ground again.

"Langjun, Langjun." Hearing the continuous shouts, Gao Yue opened his heavy eyelids and his mind was dizzy. He seemed to have returned to modern times in a trance, "Don't, stop urging my manuscript... If I don't give enough money, I'll bury mine in the script..."

Then he saw the dense rafters, brackets, and a circle of men and women who were pressing against his face. His eyes were blinking. It seemed that he had been seriously myopia after copying books for a long time. He shouted affectionately, "Langjun, Langjun, are you okay!"

"Ah!" Gao Yue shouted, straightened his body from Hu's bed. Several Jingshengs were so scared that they took two steps back. Then Gao Yue touched his nose, but fortunately it did not break, but it was just red and swollen.

After a few steps, the female scholar who kicked her with a ju ball, looked at herself, leaned against the scripture table, disturbed her hair, and said, "It's all gone, it's all gone. This student should be fine. It's all misunderstandings. Let's work on their own!"

The students of the sutras all shouted, then walked away, went to their respective sutra copying platforms, and copied Buddhist scriptures.

Then, seeing Gao Yue covering his nose slowly approaching him, the female Jingsheng dodged her eyes and grabbed the back of her neck, and said calmly: "I'm sorry, I thought you were in the same group as that scoundrel."

Looking closely, although this girl, although her clothes were half old and her hair was scattered, she still looked quite beautiful, and she looked about twenty years old.

"May I ask..." Gao Yue pinched his nose, frowned, and continued to ask with a heavy nasal tone.

"Don't ask, kicking the middle-aged man's nose is a misunderstanding, and the young woman feels guilty, but don't ask for compensation from the young woman. The young woman is almost out of the rice for the pot now." The female Jingsheng stretched out her hands, closed her eyes tightly, and expressed her determination not to accept Gao Yue's request.

"No, what I am looking for is a female scholar who is very good at Cuju. May I ask the grand name of the lady (the Tang people respectfully call it women a lady)."

"Wu, Wu Cailuan."

After a while, in the backyard of the scripture writing shop, scriptures were piled up like mountains, and a large elm tree covered with leaves was in the yard. Gao Yue sat on the Hu bed under the tree, continued to rub his nose bridge, and explained his purpose intermittently, indicating that he could pay a full price. He asked this female Jingsheng named Wu Cailuan to copy the "Qiyun" for himself and the entire "Taofenpan".

As long as this book is available, the poems and essays will be much more convenient and accurate in the future, and the problem of rhyme can be avoided to the greatest extent. After all, the poems and essays in the examination hall of the Tang Dynasty were very trivial and strict in the rhythm.

Wu Cailuan pulled up her skirt, tied it on her belt, and wore Hu Feng's trousers that were easy to work on her lower body. When she heard Gao Yue's request, she simply agreed, "Yes! But the young woman was lucky recently and met several bitches who had copied the money, especially the Guo Xiaofeng, who often called the evil boy to bully the young woman. It was okay to ask the young woman to copy the Qiyun, but she had to pay cash."

"I don't know what the price is?"

Wu Cailuan laughed, then raised five fingers, "A small calligraphy cuts the rhyme, ten thousand and five hundred words, five thousand coins!"

Good guy, five thousand coins are five jin, which means that every two words Wu Cailuan writes, he will have one penny. This is much more expensive than his previous screenwriter scripts in that era.

Who told Wu Cailuan to monopolize the copying of the book Qiyun, and the book Qiyun is now popular?

But now it is not because he feels sorry for the money. Gao Yue immediately took out all the money he brought with him and paid it to Wu Cailuan.

"Who introduced you?" Wu Cailuan saw that he was a straightforward person, so she asked.

Gao Yue looked around and told her in a low voice that it was the owner of Hongshao Pavilion who introduced him to him, saying that there was a female scholar in the scripture writing workshop of Shengye Temple, and that Cuju and Xiaokai were both very powerful. Unexpectedly, he personally felt the former today.

Wu Cailuan hummed twice and said, "It turns out it's that guy Xue Xinruo." Then she introduced that she was also a female crown prince, and "Cailuan" was her name, and she had known Xue Yaoying before.

Why did a female Taoist nun go to Shengye Temple to copy the Buddhist scriptures?

Before Gao Yue could think clearly, he heard Sasha Sasha's voice, as if countless insects were gnawing on the bark, dense and swift:

It turned out to be under the big elm tree. Wu Cailuan picked up a small pen and walked freely on the roll of paper unfolded on the copying wooden rack. She wrote quickly, which was so fast that Gao Yue was shocked. This was not like the wrist strength that a woman could have. She saw small regular characters with a fly head flowing out like flying under her pen, but there was no continuous stroke at all. The strokes were extremely clear and the font was extremely graceful and upright.

What's even more terrifying is that Wu Cailuan did not block every minute when copying it. This means that the entire "Cheyun" has a total of 11,500 words, and is memorized in her heart, her mind and wrists, and then accurately flows on the paper through the tip of the pen.

This is simply a copy of the ox cut by the butcher. Wu Cailuan copied the rhyme and cut it into the rhyme. It was like a grand dance, a dance made by brush and ink!

After a while, Wu Cailuan probably felt tired with his right hand, so she changed her left hand and continued to copy.

What’s scary is that the small calligraphy written with the left hand is exactly the same as the one written with the right hand!

Just as Gao Yue was marveling, in just one hour, Wu Cailuan shook his wrist, pinched his neck a few times, put the pen down, and then rolled the paper into a scroll, saying, "My husband, the rhyme has been copied all of it!"

"Oh." Gao Yue stared at his eyes, and didn't care about his injured nose. He trembled with his hands and took the scroll of the slicing rhyme and opened it. The small calligraphy of more than 10,000 characters was square and densely displayed in front of him. At the end, Wu Cailuan stamped a small seal with a tiger pattern.

"Don't worry, my husband, it's definitely a good word." Wu Cailuan was very confident.

Who would have thought that Gao Yuejing would bow down to himself? He was completely impressed by Wu Cailuan's magical skills. "In fact, I still have a request, that is, to learn eight-point regular script from the master!"

Because Xue Yaoying had reminded him before, "I used calligraphy as a skill in the Tang Dynasty, so both men and women were accustomed to regular script. Even if the poems, verses, verses, rhymes and rhymes were smooth, the possibility of being given a slap in the short term is 99% because the characters were ugly. I don't know how you ignored it before, it is really 'the sins are unforgivable'. In the imperial examinations, there is only one kind of calligraphy that is commonly used in the officialdom, that is, eight-point regular script. From the holy emperor to the common people, they are proud of being accused of working eight-point regular script. This is really the fundamental skill of establishing one's life and must be mastered. Yaoying introduced you to find the female scholar, and there was such a purpose in it."

When Wu Cailuan heard Gao Yue's request, he was also a little surprised, but seeing Gao Yue's sincere and serious face, he knew that he was not joking.
Chapter completed!