The meat is cooked in the pot.

People are idle, and Wei Yan remembered the tasks assigned by Bingji and decided to take this time to record some.

However, I have to find someone who can write.

Although this body knows the words here and can write them, he is unwilling to hold a brush and record them word by word on the bamboo slip.

That would be exhausting.

"Sister Chan, are there anyone who can write there? I want to record some stories. Of course, it would be the best if I could lend me some pens, ink, paper and inkstone."

Since they are all friends, Wei Yan decided there was no need to be polite to this person again.

"Record the story?"

After hearing this, Liu Chan looked at him with a look of surprise and said, "What story?"

Without waiting for Wei Yan to answer, Huaer proudly picked up the bamboo slips on the table and said, "My young master is going to publish a book."

Liu Chan was even more surprised.

She really didn't expect that this guy not only knows magic but also has good cooking skills, but also writes books.

"Young Master Wei."

At this time, the thin girl named Liu Zijun stood up and looked at him with a smile and said, "Look, can I?"

Liu Chan was stunned.

The cold girl behind the girl frowned slightly but didn't say anything.

Wei Yan looked at the pale face and thin body and said with some concern: "Miss Zijun, the story is quite long and you will be very tired."

Liu Zijun left the seat and bowed to him, her eyes full of anticipation and said, "Mr. Wei, I can do it, please let me record it."

Hua'er secretly pulled Wei Yan's sleeve and whispered: "Young Master, this lady has just seen this bamboo slip."

I see.

Wei Yan stopped refusing and said, "Then I'll trouble Miss Zijun."

Liu Chan held Liu Zijun's hand and said, "Don't be tired. If you are not healthy, just say it if you are tired, do you know?"

Liu Zijun whispered: "Yes."

Liu Chan immediately ordered her followers to get a pen, ink, paper and ink.

Wei Yan chose a private room where you could see the river from the window, took Liu Zijun in, and said, "Miss Zijun, please sit down. I'll tell you, come and record it. I'll try to slow down. If you don't understand, you can ask me."

Liu Zijun nodded and sat down on the chair.

The pen, ink, paper and inkstone were brought soon.

Wei Yan's requirements were very simple, as long as it was a bamboo slip that could record the text, I didn't expect that when Sister Chan took action, she would be a thick stack of cotton.

Even if it is a child of an official, this thing may not be affordable.

Writing a book requires quietness.

Hua'er didn't come in, and Liu Chan didn't come in either.

But Liu Zijun's female guard followed in like a shadow.

I saw her holding the hilt in her hand, standing straight up like a sword unsheathed, standing coldly behind Liu Zijun.

Wei Yan took a look and saw that the girl was very beautiful and had a very good figure. She was the number one beauty he had seen so far, whether in that world or in this world.

To be honest, he could not take his eyes back after just one look.

Both appearance and figure are perfect.

"Young Master Wei."

Liu Zijun spread the cotton silk, held the pen, smiled at him, and said, "Do you need to call someone in to grind the ink?"

Wei Yan pointed to the stunning girl behind her and said, "Isn't this one there?"

The girl's eyes chilled and she held the sword in her hand tightly.

Liu Zijun whispered: "Bing Ling's hand only holds a sword."

Bingling?

Wei Yan glanced at the cold girl again, and just picked up the ink strip and did it himself.

Liu Zijun chuckled and said, "Young Master Wei, if you are absent-minded, you are afraid you will make a mistake."

Wei Yan then withdrew his gaze and looked at her and said, "Miss Zijun, you look in poor health. Do you suffer from any disease?"

Liu Zijun shook his head slightly and said, "I just can't eat it. After eating it, I vomited it again."

Then, she smiled and said, "However, it would be much better after eating Mr. Wei's things, and it was the first time she wanted to take the initiative to eat it."

No wonder...

Wei Yan immediately said: "Then you come to the restaurant every day. I can make some food for you that you have never eaten."

Liu Zijun stood up, bowed again, and said, "Then I'll trouble you."

Wei Yan glanced at the girl behind her and smiled and said, "No trouble, no trouble."

It is really pleasing to see such a beautiful ancient beauty every day and will be in a good mood.

As for other ideas, well, not yet.

"Okay, the ink is ground, and it's time to start."

Wei Yan gathered his mind, concentrated his mind, and began to start from the beginning.

Liu Zijun's handwriting is very well written, clean and clear. Each word seems to be carved by a machine, with the same size and looks very comfortable.

Wei Yan couldn't help but praise: "Good words!"

Liu Zijun also smiled and praised: "What a literary talent!"

From seeing that introduction, she knew that the story was extraordinary, and now she was attracted to it at the beginning of the story.

One of the two told the story vividly, the other listened and copied intently, and the speed was neither too fast nor too slow, and gradually became a tacit understanding.

The river water flows gently outside the window, and the clouds roll and unfold.

Time passes quietly.

"Let's take a break."

After writing three pieces of cotton, Wei Yan stopped.

Liu Zijun was still unsatisfied. He held the pen and said with a bright look: "It's okay, I'm okay."

She never felt that her spirit was so good. Even if she didn't do anything, she would get tired after sitting for a while. Now, after writing so many words, she is still energetic and does not feel tired at all.

Wei Yan put down the ink strip and said, "You can't concentrate or be excited for too long, otherwise you will be even more tired after you relax. Let's do this, I'll tell you a joke."

"joke?"

When Liu Zijun heard this, she put down her pen and said with interest: "Yes."

The story of this Mr. Wei is so wonderful, and the joke must be very good.

Wei Yan sat down, thought for a while, and said, "Once upon a time, there was a couple who were getting married and the bride suddenly farted. The guests all over the audience suddenly became quiet, and the scene was very awkward. Fortunately, the bride's father-in-law had read a few years and quickly said, "The bride farts, good luck, and the whole room was cheering. As a result, the bride farts two more times, and the whole room was silent, and the whole room was even more embarrassed. The father-in-law's mind flashed, and said again: Bride's second farts, bringing great blessings! The audience suddenly burst into applause. As a result, at this moment, the bride actually "pupp" again, and she farts three times in a row, and the whole audience was silent, and all her eyes looked at the father-in-law. The father-in-law's face suddenly changed drastically, and he shouted: Run, the bride's third farts, it must be diarrhea!"

"puff--"

Liu Zijun suddenly burst into laughter, with bright eyes and white teeth, smiling like a flower, and said, "How could such a coincidence happen?"

Even though he said this, he laughed happily.

Wei Yan looked at the stunning girl behind her, but saw that the girl still had a cold face and didn't even look at him.

But he had just heard two "puffs".

"Who farted just now? I clearly heard two puff sounds, one was Miss Zijun's laughter, and the other was definitely a fart."

Wei Yan glanced at the girl and said with some meaning.

"puff--"

As soon as these words came out, Liu Zijun laughed again and sneered on the table in front of him.

The girl held the hilt of the sword tightly, glared at her, and two flusheds rose on her cheeks.

She didn't fart, but, just now, she laughed.

She laughed out of control, and even she was stunned. She thought she was hiding well, but she didn't expect that she was still discovered by this guy.

Damn guy.

"I see!"

Wei Yan suddenly said again: "It must have been Miss Zijun who laughed and farted."
Chapter completed!