"Wife, you're here!"
In the study of the Marquis's Mansion.
Li Zexuan forced a smile and greeted Han Yuxi when he saw her push open the door and enter.
"I heard that you went into the study after returning and didn't come out for a long time, so I made a pot of tea and brought it over to quench your thirst!"
Han Yuxi placed the tray with the teacup on the table beside Li Zexuan. Then, she saw that Li Zexuan seemed to have something on his mind, so she asked tentatively, "Husband, did something happen?"
Li Zexuan shook his head and sighed. "Ai! Yes! A pair of ill-fated mandarin ducks! Since you're here, please help your husband grind the ink! "
"Ill-Fated mandarin ducks … Yes! Husband! "
Han Yuxi didn't understand, but she saw that Li Zexuan didn't seem to think much about it, so she didn't ask further. Instead, she came to the table and began to grind the ink for Li Zexuan.
In fact, although Li Zexuan knew how to write with a brush, he didn't use a brush to write. After all, he wasn't used to it. Of course, the most important thing was that the workshop at Qiqu Pavilion had already made pencils and promoted their use in the academy!
With such a convenient writing tool like a pencil, why would he use a brush? Wouldn't he be suffering?
But this time, Li Zexuan had a reason to use a brush!
Because he wasn't writing to Wang Renbiao, but to Wang Yu and Princess Tong 'an. Writing with a brush looked more formal than writing with a pencil!
This matter concerned his good brother's lifetime happiness, so Li Zexuan didn't dare to be careless!
…
"Wife, you're here!"
In the study of the Marquis's Mansion.
Seeing Han Yuxi push open the door and enter, Li Zexuan forced a smile and greeted her.
"This concubine heard that husband went into the study after returning home and didn't come out for a long time, so this concubine brewed a pot of tea and brought it over to quench your thirst!"
Han Yuxi placed the tray with the teacups on the table beside Li Zexuan. Then, she saw that Li Zexuan seemed to have something on his mind, so she asked tentatively, "Husband, did something happen?"
Li Zexuan shook his head and sighed, "Sigh! That's right! A pair of ill-fated mandarin ducks! Since my wife is here, help your husband grind the ink! "
"Unfortunate couple … Yes! Husband! "
Han Yuxi was naturally puzzled when she heard this, but she saw that Li Zexuan did not seem to think too much about it, so she did not get to the bottom of it. Instead, she came to the side of the desk and began to grind the ink for Li Zexuan.
In fact, although Li Zexuan knew how to write with a brush, he had long stopped writing with a brush. After all, he was not used to it. Of course, the most important thing was that the workshop of Qiqu Pavilion had long made pencils and promoted their use in the academy!
With such a convenient writing tool like a pencil, why would he use a brush? Wouldn't it be torture?
However, this time, Li Zexuan had a reason to use a brush!
Because he was not writing to Wang Renbiao, but to Wang Yu and Princess Tong 'an. Writing with a brush looked more formal than writing with a pencil!
This matter concerned his good brother's lifetime happiness, so Li Zexuan did not dare to be careless!
…
"Wife, you're here!"
In the study of the Marquis's Mansion.
Seeing Han Yuxi push open the door and enter, Li Zexuan forced a smile and greeted her.
"I heard that you went into your study after returning home and did not come out for a long time. So, I made a pot of tea and brought it over to quench your thirst!"
Han Yuxi placed the tray with the teacup on the table beside Li Zexuan. Then, she saw that Li Zexuan seemed to have something on his mind, so she asked tentatively, "Husband, did something happen?"
Li Zexuan shook his head and sighed, "Sigh! Yes! A pair of ill-fated mandarin ducks! Since you're here, please help your husband grind the ink! "
"Ill-Fated mandarin ducks … Yes! Husband! "
Han Yuxi was naturally puzzled when she heard this, but when she saw that Li Zexuan did not seem to think too much about it, she did not probe further. Instead, she came to the side of the desk and began to grind ink for Li Zexuan.
In fact, although Li Zexuan knew how to write with a brush, he had long stopped writing with a brush. After all, he was not used to it. Of course, the most important thing was that the workshop of Qiqu Pavilion had long made pencils and promoted their use in the academy!
Why would he use a brush when he had a convenient writing tool like a pencil? Wouldn't it be torture?
However, this time, Li Zexuan had a reason to use a brush!
Because he was not writing to Wang Renbiao, but to Wang Yu and Princess Tong 'an. Writing with a brush looked more formal than writing with a pencil!
This matter concerned his good brother's lifetime happiness, so Li Zexuan did not dare to be careless!
…
"Wife, you're here!"
In the study of the Marquis's Mansion.
Seeing Han Yuxi push open the door and enter, Li Zexuan forced a smile and greeted her.
"I heard that husband went into the study after returning home and did not come out for a long time, so I made a pot of tea and brought it over to you to quench your thirst!"
Han Yuxi placed the tray with the teacup on the table beside Li Zexuan. Then, she saw that Li Zexuan seemed to have something on his mind, so she asked tentatively, "Husband, did something happen?"
Li Zexuan shook his head and sighed, "Alas! Yes! A pair of ill-fated mandarin ducks! Since you're here, please help your husband grind the ink! "
"Ill-Fated mandarin ducks … Yes! Husband! "
Han Yuxi was naturally puzzled when she heard this, but she saw that Li Zexuan did not seem to think too much, so she did not get to the bottom of it. Instead, she came to the side of the desk and began to grind ink for Li Zexuan.
In fact, although Li Zexuan knew how to write with a brush, he had long stopped writing with a brush. After all, he was not used to it. Of course, the most important thing was that the workshop of Qiqu Pavilion had long made pencils and promoted their use in the academy!
Why would he use a brush when he had a convenient writing tool like a pencil? Wouldn't it be torture?
However, this time, Li Zexuan had a reason to use a brush!
Because he was not writing to Wang Renbiao, but to Wang Yu and Princess Tong 'an. Writing with a brush looked more formal than writing with a pencil!
This matter concerned his good brother's lifetime happiness, so Li Zexuan did not dare to be careless!
…
"Wife, you're here!"
In the study of the Marquis's Mansion.
Seeing Han Yuxi push open the door and enter, Li Zexuan forced a smile and greeted her.
"I heard that husband went into the study after returning home and did not come out for a long time, so I made a pot of tea and brought it over to you to quench your thirst!"
Han Yuxi placed the tray with the teacup on the table beside Li Zexuan. Then, she saw that Li Zexuan seemed to have something on his mind, so she asked tentatively, "Husband, did something happen?"
Li Zexuan shook his head and sighed, "Alas! Yes! A pair of ill-fated mandarin ducks! Since you're here, please help your husband grind the ink! "
"Ill-Fated mandarin ducks … Yes! Husband! "
Han Yuxi was naturally puzzled when she heard this, but she saw that Li Zexuan did not seem to think too much, so she did not get to the bottom of it. Instead, she came to the side of the desk and began to grind ink for Li Zexuan.
In fact, although Li Zexuan knew how to write with a brush, he had long stopped writing with a brush. After all, he was not used to it. Of course, the most important thing was that the workshop of Qiqu Pavilion had long made pencils and promoted their use in the academy!
Why would he use a brush when he had a convenient writing tool like a pencil? Wouldn't it be torture?
However, this time, Li Zexuan had a reason to use a brush!
Because he was not writing to Wang Renbiao, but to Wang Yu and Princess Tong 'an. Writing with a brush looked more formal than writing with a pencil!
This matter concerned his good brother's lifetime happiness, so Li Zexuan did not dare to be careless!
…
"Wife, you're here!"
In the study of the Marquis's Mansion.
Seeing Han Yuxi push open the door and enter, Li Zexuan forced a smile and greeted her.
"I heard that husband went into the study after returning home and did not come out for a long time, so I made a pot of tea and brought it over to you to quench your thirst!"
Han Yuxi placed the tray with the teacup on the table beside Li Zexuan. Then, she saw that Li Zexuan seemed to have something on his mind, so she asked tentatively, "Husband, did something happen?"
Li Zexuan shook his head and sighed, "Alas! Yes! A pair of ill-fated mandarin ducks! Since you're here, please help your husband grind the ink! "
"Ill-Fated mandarin ducks … Yes! Husband! "
Han Yuxi was naturally puzzled when she heard this, but she saw that Li Zexuan did not seem to think too much, so she did not get to the bottom of it. Instead, she came to the side of the desk and began to grind ink for Li Zexuan.
In fact, although Li Zexuan knew how to write with a brush, he had long stopped writing with a brush. After all, he was not used to it. Of course, the most important thing was that the workshop of Qiqu Pavilion had long made pencils and promoted their use in the academy!
Why would he use a brush when he had a convenient writing tool like a pencil? Wouldn't it be torture?
However, this time, Li Zexuan had a reason to use a brush!
Because he was not writing to Wang Renbiao, but to Wang Yu and Princess Tong 'an. Writing with a brush looked more formal than writing with a pencil!
This matter concerned his good brother's lifetime happiness, so Li Zexuan did not dare to be careless!
…
"Wife, you're here!"
In the study of the Marquis's Mansion.
Seeing Han Yuxi push open the door and enter, Li Zexuan forced a smile and greeted her.
"I heard that husband went into the study after returning home and did not come out for a long time, so I made a pot of tea and brought it over to you to quench your thirst!"
Han Yuxi placed the tray with the teacup on the table beside Li Zexuan. Then, she saw that Li Zexuan seemed to have something on his mind, so she asked tentatively, "Husband, did something happen?"
Li Zexuan shook his head and sighed, "Alas! Yes! A pair of ill-fated mandarin ducks! Since you're here, please help your husband grind the ink! "
"Ill-Fated mandarin ducks … Yes! Husband! "
Han Yuxi was naturally puzzled when she heard this, but she saw that Li Zexuan did not seem to think too much, so she did not get to the bottom of it. Instead, she came to the side of the desk and began to grind ink for Li Zexuan.
In fact, although Li Zexuan knew how to write with a brush, he had long stopped writing with a brush. After all, he was not used to it. Of course, the most important thing was that the workshop of Qiqu Pavilion had long made pencils and promoted their use in the academy!
Why would he use a brush when he had a convenient writing tool like a pencil? Wouldn't it be torture?
However, this time, Li Zexuan had a reason to use a brush!
Because he was not writing to Wang Renbiao, but to Wang Yu and Princess Tong 'an. Writing with a brush looked more formal than writing with a pencil!
This matter concerned his good brother's lifetime happiness, so Li Zexuan did not dare to be careless!
…
"Wife, you're here!"
In the study of the Marquis's Mansion.
Seeing Han Yuxi push open the door and enter, Li Zexuan forced a smile and greeted her.
"I heard that husband went into the study after returning home and did not come out for a long time, so I brewed a pot of tea and brought it to you to quench your thirst!"
Han Yuxi placed the tray with the teacup on the table beside Li Zexuan. Then, she saw that Li Zexuan seemed to have something on his mind, so she asked tentatively, "Husband, did something happen?"
Li Zexuan shook his head and sighed, "Alas! Yes! A pair of ill-fated mandarin ducks! Since you're here, please help your husband grind the ink! "
"Ill-Fated mandarin ducks … Yes! Husband! "
Han Yuxi was naturally puzzled when she heard this, but she saw that Li Zexuan did not seem to think too much, so she did not get to the bottom of it. Instead, she came to the side of the desk and began to grind ink for Li Zexuan.
In fact, although Li Zexuan knew how to write with a brush, he had long stopped writing with a brush. After all, he was not used to it. Of course, the most important thing was that the workshop of Qiqu Pavilion had long made pencils and promoted their use in the academy!
Why would he use a brush when he had a convenient writing tool like a pencil? Wouldn't it be torture?
However, this time, Li Zexuan had a reason to use a brush!
Because he was not writing to Wang Renbiao, but to Wang Yu and Princess Tong 'an. Writing with a brush looked more formal than writing with a pencil!
This matter concerned his good brother's lifetime happiness, so Li Zexuan did not dare to be careless!
…
"Wife, you're here!"
In the study of the Marquis's Mansion.
Seeing Han Yuxi push open the door and enter, Li Zexuan forced a smile and greeted her.
"I heard that husband went into the study after returning home and did not come out for a long time, so I made a pot of tea and brought it over to you to quench your thirst!"
Han Yuxi placed the tray with the teacup on the table beside Li Zexuan. Then, she saw that Li Zexuan seemed to have something on his mind, so she asked tentatively, "Husband, did something happen?"
Li Zexuan shook his head and sighed, "Alas! Yes! A pair of ill-fated mandarin ducks! Since you're here, please help your husband grind the ink! "
"Ill-Fated mandarin ducks … Yes! Husband! "
Han Yuxi was naturally puzzled when she heard this, but when she saw that Li Zexuan did not seem to think too much about it, she did not probe further. Instead, she came to the side of the desk and began to grind ink for Li Zexuan.
In fact, although Li Zexuan knew how to write with a brush, he had long stopped writing with a brush. After all, he was not used to it. Of course, the most important thing was that the workshop of Qiqu Pavilion had long made pencils and promoted their use in the academy!
Why would he use a brush when he had a convenient writing tool like a pencil? Wouldn't it be torture?
However, this time, Li Zexuan had a reason to use a brush!
Because he was not writing to Wang Renbiao, but to Wang Yu and Princess Tong 'an. Writing with a brush looked more formal than writing with a pencil!
This matter concerned his good brother's lifetime happiness, so Li Zexuan did not dare to be careless!
…
"Wife, you're here!"
In the study of the Marquis's Mansion.
Seeing Han Yuxi push open the door and enter, Li Zexuan forced a smile and greeted her.
"I heard that husband went into the study after returning home and did not come out for a long time, so I made a pot of tea and brought it over to you to quench your thirst.
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