So Happy ~
Wei Zheng took a while to digest the shock Fang Xuanling had given him.
He quickly walked forward, picked up Zhou Ru's handwriting, and carefully examined it.
Then, he couldn't help but exclaim,"Good handwriting!”
He couldn't help but look at Fang Xuanling and say,""Is this word really written by the Fuma?”
"Do you think there's a second person in this world who can write such peerless calligraphy?" Fang Xuanling nodded with a smile.”
Wei Zheng shook his head.
He couldn't help but say," It's too shocking. How can such words be written without decades of polishing?!"”
"It is hard to believe that a twenty-year-old young man can have such a lofty ambition.”
Fang Xuanling said," That's why I say that the Prince Consort is a demon. He's a god who was born with knowledge. He's like the sleeping dragon of the Three Kingdoms. He doesn't make a sound, but he surprises everyone with a single sound."”
Wei Zheng thought for a moment and suddenly said,"I want to see the Fuma."
"Hmm?" Fang Xuanling looked up.
Wei Zheng said," The Imperial Censorate is the supervising organization of the imperial court. I've always wanted to write a warning for all officials, but I can't find a suitable one even after searching through ancient books."”
"Either there are too many words and it's hard to remember.”
"Either it's not powerful enough or it's too light.”
"That's why I've always had a headache. But today, after seeing the Fuma's talent and knowledge, and seeing the mantra that Fuma wrote for scholars, I suddenly feel that…perhaps Fuma can help me fulfill this wish.”
Fang Xuanling nodded in understanding.
Wei Zheng had always wanted to build a clean and honest official order, so he understood Wei Zheng's thoughts.
However…
Fang Xuanling did not think that Wei Zheng would be able to convince the Prince Consort.
Although he had not interacted much with the Fuma, Fang Xuanling could tell that the Fuma was not an easy person to talk to.
The reason why the Fuma could help Li Jing was because he respected the soldiers who protected the country.
The Fuma could help him because he was born in poverty and wanted to open the Heavenly Gate for the children of the Humble Class.
All of this was based on the Fuma's own will.
As for Wei Zheng…he had no relationship with the Fuma, so the Fuma might not help him.
Fang Xuanling thought for a moment and looked at Wei Zheng's happy face as if he had found hope. He couldn't bear to hurt Wei Zheng.
He thought for a moment and said,"Xuancheng, since you're asking for a prince consort, I can give you a suggestion that can increase your success rate."”
"What?"
Fang Xuanling said," The Prince Consort is calm and detached. In human words, unless he is willing, no one can force him to do anything. I don't think he will be very willing to help you."”
"But…the Fuma dotes on his wife to the point of insanity!”
"So if you want to ask the Fuma for help, you might as well start with the princess. If the princess is happy, then everything will be easy to do.”
Wei Zheng looked at Fang Xuanling suspiciously.
Are you lying to me?
The Fuma dotes on his wife, is he that doting?
Fang Xuanling patted Wei Zheng's shoulder and said,""When you go, you will know how crazy the Fuma dotes on his wife. Trust me, go and think about how to make the princess happy.”
Just like that, Wei Zheng left with doubts and distress.
Coax the princess?
He really wasn't good at it.
If you asked him to make the princess cry, he could do it easily.
But coax?
What a headache!
…………
Two hours later.
Outside the Fuma's residence.
A carriage stopped and two people got off.
A person dressed in a white robe was looking up at the three words " Prince Consort's Residence ". This person was none other than Imperial Censor Wei Zheng.
The other person was wearing a long green dress. She was thirty-five or thirty-six years old, but because she took good care of herself, she did not look old.
At this moment, she was carrying a flower basket. She looked at the tightly shut door of the Fuma's residence and said,"Remember to control your stinky mouth later. If you don't know how to speak, then don't speak. You're here to beg for help, so be nice, okay? Even if you're not used to seeing something, you better hold it in!”
"It's not easy for Princess Xiang Cheng. She lost her mother when she was young and has not been valued all these years. It's rare for her to marry a good husband.”
The woman faced Wei Zheng, who was feared by everyone in the court. She pointed at Wei Zheng's head with her jade-like finger and warned him.
Wei Zheng, on the other hand, punched out when facing the officials, but when facing his wife, he was honest.
He looked left and right and quickly whispered,""Leave some face for me outside. No matter what, I'm still a censor.”
The woman, Pei Shi, sneered." I still don't understand your personality. If I don't tell you in advance, you'll offend someone dead."”
"In the past, I saw that Princess Xiang Cheng was lonely and pitiful. I occasionally went to see her and helped her secretly deal with some people with bad intentions. It was rare for her to accumulate some connections.”
"It's her wedding, and the first time she came to see her, she had a purpose.”
"Only you are my dear husband. Otherwise, I wouldn't have come with you.”
When Wei Zheng heard his wife calling him her husband outside, his old face couldn't help but turn red. He quickly said,"Lower your voice, lower your voice."
Mrs Pei snorted and raised her chin slightly."Why aren't you knocking? You still want your delicate wife to make a move?”
Wei Zheng hurriedly went to knock on the door.
Mrs. Pei looked at Wei Zheng, who listened to her every word and did not want to tire herself out. A trace of tenderness flashed across her eyes.
…………
At this moment, in the main hall of the Fuma Residence.
After his wife woke up from her afternoon nap, she clamored for her husband to teach her calligraphy.
This was something Zhou Ru had promised before, so he naturally wouldn't refuse.
He smiled and prepared a brush, ink, paper, and inkstone on the table. Then, he pushed his wheelchair and pushed his little wife to the table.
The height of the wheelchair could be adjusted up and down. He slightly raised the height of the wheelchair so that his little wife could hold the pen and write more comfortably.
"Is this height okay?" Zhou Ru asked.
The little wife tested it and nodded obediently. She smiled and said,"Alright ~"
Zhou Ru fixed the wheelchair and looked at his wife.""Wifey, write something first. Let me see how your handwriting is.”
"If I don't write well, you can't laugh at me, hubby," his wife said shyly.”
"It's not a joke." Zhou Ru said with a smile.
Only then did the little wife pick up the brush, dip it in ink, and then land it on the paper.
She raised her head and looked at her husband. When she saw him looking at her with a gentle expression, she suddenly felt a surge of courage.
With a twist of her wrist, she wrote down her husband's name-Zhou Ru!
Two large words appeared under his wife's pen.
Zhou Ru looked over and his eyes lit up.
He said,"Sure, my wife's handwriting is very beautiful!"”
These two words were filled with the beauty of a woman.
The curved lines were very gentle. Anyone who saw it would know that it was written by an obedient and gentle woman.
Hearing her husband's praise, the little wife's face immediately lit up with joy.
"It's not that good ~"
"It's really good."
Although Zhou Ru had never seen other women's handwriting, he knew that his wife's handwriting was definitely not ugly.
"But compared to hubby, I'm still far from it!”
The little wife raised her head and looked at Zhou Ru with sparkling eyes."My husband's handwriting is even more beautiful, as if it's alive.”
"I know that I definitely can't reach husband's level, but I want to catch up to husband. If I have the chance to write in the future, I won't be called a disgrace to husband.”
Looking at his little wife's expectant face, Zhou Ru smiled and pinched his little wife's delicate nose. He smiled and said,"Alright, since Wifey wants to learn, then I will teach Wifey.”
"However, my handwriting is a bit hard, which isn't suitable for wifey. Wifey can use my handwriting to understand it and then write your own style of writing.”
Listening to her husband's serious guidance, the little wife quickly nodded."Yes, yes, yes!"
Zhou Ru smiled. He walked over to his wife and held her hand with his right hand."Now, I'll lead you to write. You should feel how I put my pen down and how hard I put my pen down.”
Zhou Ru almost pulled his wife into his arms.
The little wife only felt that her entire body was filled with her husband's scent. It was fresh, smelled good, and carried the fragrance of books.
Seeing her husband holding her hand with his big hand and writing on the paper with her hand, the little wife's eyes instantly curved into crescents.
I'm so happy ~
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