Empress, your husband is invincible

Feng Hao just frowned slightly, then his face became weird, and he dragged Ye Cheng out of the house.

"What's the matter?"

Ye Cheng was puzzled for a moment.

Feng Hao coughed and said in a low voice:
"People have three urgencies..."

Ye Cheng didn't know whether to laugh or cry for a moment, and after thinking about it, he said:

"Then the kid is all right?"

Feng Hao nodded:

"All the broken ribs have been connected. Give him some medicine later, rest for a while, and he should be fine."

Ye Cheng turned to look at him.

Feng Hao smiled again immediately: "Don't worry, as long as the young master is not afraid of pain and can bear it, it will be fine to watch you avenge him in the martial arts competition the day after tomorrow."

Ye Cheng was relieved now.

I don't know how Zhuang Cong served Zhuang Yan, but he came out after a while.

After Feng Hao took back the medicine box and applied some thick black ointment on Zhuang Yan's broken ribs, Zhuang Yan had already fallen into a drowsy sleep.

"It's strange, how does the young master look like he has practiced martial arts?"

After carefully inspecting Zhuang Yan for a while, Feng Hao couldn't help frowning.

"Presumably when Marquis Wu was in Beijing, he was more or less forced to practice a few moves. Otherwise, the dignified son of Marquis Wu, who is powerless to say it, might make Zhuang Yan lose face..."

Ye Cheng explained with a smile.

Feng Hao nodded and gave up.

After the affairs of Marquis Wu Mansion came to an end temporarily, Ye Cheng separated from Feng Hao.

Feng Hao needed to guard Zhuang Yan in the Marquis Wu's mansion, so Ye Cheng became bored for a while.

The manor of Wuhou Mansion is not close to Huangdu City, and Zhuang Shuanglin has asked Butler Xiao to fully assist Marco in running the glass workshop, so he is too embarrassed to go there too often.

After much deliberation, Ye Cheng came to Shushitang by accident.

Under the wall in front of Shushitang, there are still some humble Confucian students in coarse cloth Confucian shirts.

Seeing that there was no one among them who could make his eyes shine, Ye Cheng went straight into the Shushitang.

Compared with the wall outside the store, there are much fewer people inside the store.

Shopkeeper Chen was not in the front hall, Ye Cheng simply greeted the clerk behind the counter, then opened the curtain and entered the backyard of Shushitang.

The atmosphere in the backyard of Shushitang is completely different from the deserted atmosphere in the front store, it looks like it is in full swing.

The laborers were either throwing clay molds, or pulling the bellows, or constantly stirring the ink pool, no one was idle.

Shopkeeper Chen was leading two or three assistants, lying on a large wooden table near the stove, carefully placing thumb-sized clay molds in the molds.

Ye Cheng scanned around, but didn't see Qi Yang's figure, so he was a little confused for a while.

Zheng Zheng got up and was about to take a rest. Shopkeeper Chen saw Ye Cheng inadvertently, and immediately greeted him with a smile:
"Mr. Ye is here?"

"Ah."

Ye Cheng nodded and walked towards him.

"How about movable type?"

"Easy to use! Absolutely easy to use!"

Mentioning this, Shopkeeper Chen was full of praise.

Seeing that Ye Cheng still seemed a little absent-minded, shopkeeper Chen followed his gaze and suddenly realized:

"Mr. Ye is looking for Qi Yang?"

"Hmm. Where's Qi Yang?"

Shopkeeper Chen's eyes became brighter, he wiped his hands on the padded robe carelessly, and greeted him with a smile:
"I discovered another talent in that kid last night.

Originally, all the books printed by Shushitang used my characters as templates, but I saw his regular script last night!
Hey, shame on me, I immediately drove him to the second floor to write books and make fonts. "

Ye Cheng was relieved when he heard that.

"Mr. Ye, you are not only stunning, but also have such a good look!"

Seeing Ye Sheng's appearance, Shopkeeper Chen continued to laugh and said:
"The typeface he wrote and used as a template is not only neat and beautiful, but also has a typo, and there is no missing word. Can you believe it?"

"Is there not a single fault?"

Hearing this, Ye Cheng stopped in his tracks.

A book, with at least tens of thousands of characters, is written neatly and beautifully on paper with a brush. It is not only laborious, but also more troublesome and energy-intensive...

It is really harder than climbing to the sky if you want to make no mistakes!
But Qi Yang, who looked so weak and malnourished, managed to do it?
You know, even if you don't make mistakes for a short time, it's okay, but if you don't make mistakes for a long time, it's just like a fantasy!

Shopkeeper Chen saw Ye Cheng's questioning face, he couldn't help feeling sorry for Qi Yang, and said affirmatively:
"From last night to now, that boy Qi Yang has only rested for less than two hours. He wrote both "Shang Shu" and "University"!
I personally reviewed it against the original book word by word, not to mention typos, there is not even a place where I can find fault..."

Ye Cheng's heart suddenly became hot.

Serious, diligent, careful, and responsible...

If Qi Yang enters the court, he will definitely be a rare talent!

If he can be brought under Ling Xuejian's command, how useful can this person be for Da Ling?
Just when Ye Cheng was thinking about how to bring Qi Yang under his command, shopkeeper Chen had already brought him to a room on the second floor of Shushitang.

Before they knocked on the door, Qi Yang's voice came from the room.

"But shopkeeper Chen is here? Please come in."

Ye Cheng glanced at shopkeeper Chen.

"I think he has remembered my footsteps because I have come here twice."

Shopkeeper Chen explained, pushed the door open with admiration on his face.

As soon as he entered the room, Ye Cheng was immediately enveloped by a strong fragrance of ink.

The layout of the room is extremely simple, nothing more than a desk and a bed.

Qi Yang was leaning on the desk next to the window facing the backyard, writing quickly.Hearing the two people come in, he said without raising his head:
"But those two copies have been printed?

Shopkeeper Chen, wait a minute, this "Doctrine of the Mean" is only three chapters away. "

Shopkeeper Chen was about to reply, but Ye Cheng gave him a light tug, and walked straight up.

Leaning down slightly to take a look, Ye Cheng realized that the previous evaluation still underestimated Qi Yang.

The paper that ordinary people use for writing is rice paper for wealthy families, and coarse paper for ordinary and poor families.

But what Qi Yang used to write was a kind of paper that Ye Cheng couldn't recognize, which was not even as good as rough paper.

If the tip of the brush is slightly heavier, it will leave a large ink stain on the paper. Therefore, you must be careful every time you write.

But when Qi Yang was writing, he completely turned a blind eye to the flaws on the paper, he wrote like a god, the tip of the pen brushed the paper, leaving neat and extremely beautiful handwriting.

Ye Cheng stared at it for a moment, but he didn't make a sound for a long time. Qi Yang sensed something was wrong, so he stopped writing and raised his head.

Seeing Ye Cheng, a smile immediately appeared on his slightly yellow face, and he hurriedly stood up and bowed to salute:
"Emperor."