After the founding of the People's Republic of China, she became a spirit and was punished, and

"Then I don't want anyone else's, I only want my own."

Xi Yu took the opportunity to bargain, and said with a smile: "I heard that your calligraphy is very good. How about you write a large piece of calligraphy every day and then give it to me to copy?"

The young lady is quite good at choosing people.

For some reason, he felt a sense of satisfaction and did not pursue the matter of the script any further.

"Then start writing now, and copy each word ten times."

Yinzhen took off his shoes and sat cross-legged on the couch, with a small table between him and her.

There happened to be some pen and ink on the table, so Yinzhen started writing a few big words.

He copied many calligraphy works of great masters, but in order to accommodate the young lady, a novice, he had to use the small regular script, which he was least good at.

Xiaokai is the easiest to learn and most suitable for women to practice.

Yinzhen had a high level of attainment. It was said that the Emperor once praised his calligraphy in person as "elegant, beautiful and wonderful."

"My handwriting is really beautiful."

Xiyu took the calligraphy written by Yinzhen, looked at it carefully and sighed.

Even his regular script is dignified, beautiful, and full of charm and style.

Although Xiyu's calligraphy was not good, he had seen many authentic works of great masters, so he could naturally tell the good from the bad.

She couldn't hide the little stars in her eyes, and even as she looked at the handwriting on the paper, she began to unconsciously outline the lines in her mind.

After admiring it for a long time, Xiyu suddenly realized that someone was staring at him.

She subconsciously looked up, a hint of doubt flashed in her eyes, and she bumped straight into the man's gentle phoenix eyes.

That was a look he had never clearly revealed.

Xiyu blinked, and when she looked over again, the gentle affection disappeared from the man's eyes without a trace.

Could it be that I had seen it wrong? A trace of confusion flashed across Xiyu's eyes.

Yinzhen wrote three pieces of calligraphy, put down his brush, put on his brocade boots, and explained before leaving, "There are still some official business to be dealt with in the study. You can practice first, and I will come back to check later."

After saying that, he pushed the door and went out.

After leaving Danruoju, Yinzhen stopped and stood at the door.

"You, stand in front."

Gao Wuyong looked confused, but he still bent down and obediently moved forward a few steps to face Yinzhen.

"Turn around."

Yinzhen had a blank expression on his face and a cold tone in his voice.

Coupled with the slightly bleak winter wind, it seems even colder.

Gao Wuyong probably guessed what the Fourth Master was going to do, so he resigned himself to turning around and leaving the rest to Yinzhen.

Sure enough, I got kicked in the butt as expected.

He staggered, turned around and knelt on the ground.

"I don't know what I did wrong, please tell me clearly, I will never do it again!"

"Whose handwriting is this copybook you prepared?"

Yinzhen glanced at Gao Wuyong with eyes as cold as ice and squeezed out a question from between his teeth.

"Yes... Princess Tongjia..."

Gao Wuyong reacted quickly, a layer of cold sweat seeped out of his forehead, and he knocked his head to the ground, "I deserve to die, I deserve to die, it was my carelessness that made me forget and actually handed Tong Jia Gege's handwriting to Fu Jin."

"Are you expecting unrest in my backyard?"

Yinzhen narrowed his eyes slightly, and a cold chill covered him.

"The slaves dare not. The slaves dare not."

Gao Wuyong opened his mouth in a trembling voice, but before he could say how to apologize, he heard his Fourth Master say: Let him dispose of all items related to Tong Jia Gege, and if it happens again, he will be sent to Xinzheku to clean toilets.

You can’t do that. You can’t do that.

He quickly got up and followed, pleading for himself.

Xiyu looked at Yinzhen's figure as he walked out, suddenly put down the brush in her hand, pulled out the copybook that had just fallen from the drawer under the table, and placed it on the table.

She supported her chin with both hands, lowered her head, stared at the words on the paper and began to ponder.

This handwriting was definitely not from the Fourth Master, but his reaction was a little strange.

The woman who wrote this calligraphy must have some connection with the Fourth Master.

[You are too curious. I will give you a task: find out the relationship between the owner of this calligraphy and Yinzhen within one day.]

[Complete the extra spiritual power reward. If you fail, all the spiritual power I lent you will be deducted, about 5%]

You can’t play it like this!

Xiyu was shocked. Why did it feel like this task was given so casually?

And there was only one day, so unless she went to ask in person, it would be really hard to find any clues.

If she fails to complete it, her body, which she has worked so hard to restore to 72%, will be gone.

Xiyu had a bitter face and had no intention of practicing calligraphy at all.

"Does the person who issued this mission have a grudge against me? Why would he issue this mission for no reason?"

Qi Xi changed its shape on her wrist, and a hint of unconcealable pride appeared on its snake mouth.

[Don't think too much, the twelve-hour countdown has already begun~]

He would never tell her that the task was indeed set by him at will, and if the little ginseng spirit could complete the task, he would also receive a commission from it.

No matter how you look at it, the deal he made at the Monster Management Bureau this time was a win-win for him.

Qi Xi proudly raised his snake lips and kept spitting out his tongue.

Xiyu felt a sense of helplessness as a worker at this moment.

The only people who can help her right now are herself and her fourth brother, who is capable of doing anything and has extensive connections in Beijing.

She took out a piece of paper and wrote a few words on it. Finally, she emphasized that it must be delivered to her before the hour of Xu tomorrow.

She stuffed the letter she wrote and the half-torn copy of calligraphy into the envelope, and then handed the envelope to Xia Ying.

"This letter was delivered to Fourth Brother, and he knew what to do."

Xia Ying: "It's getting late and the palace gates are locked. Why don't we wait until tomorrow morning?"

Xi Yu shook her head repeatedly and refused solemnly, "No, no, this matter is very urgent. It must be passed to Fourth Brother today, and I must receive a reply tomorrow."

"Yes, slave, go right away."

Seeing her like this, Xia Ying thought it was some fatal incident, and with a serious expression she began to mobilize the secret agents in the palace to send the letter out of the palace.

These secret lines are used to save lives and are not contacted casually on ordinary days.

At Ulanala's mansion, Jingtai received an expedited letter and thought that his younger sister had encountered some serious incident in the palace and needed his help.

I didn't expect that he was investigating the relationship between the owner of the calligraphy and Yinzhen.

Could it be out of jealousy?

Jingtai shook his head. His sister was not the kind of person who would get jealous. Moreover, she was in a hurry. The letter had to be delivered before 10 p.m. tomorrow, no matter what the result was.

He immediately decided that even if he didn't sleep tonight, he would find the person who wrote the calligraphy.

Everyone in the Ulanala mansion was already asleep, with only a few lanterns lit. Jingtai quietly slipped out through the back door, deciding to harass his long-time friend late at night.