Beginning to become the second ancestor

Chapter 564 Chapter 562 Typography

Song Yuanxuan and Yuan Yuhan seemed to have talked a lot, including the changes in the palace tonight, including the past between the two.

It wasn't until she fell asleep because of her discomfort that Song Yuanxuan got up and went to Zhang Qingning's room.

Zhang Qingning was a little more mature than Yuan Yuhan. When she saw Song Yuanxuan, she was writing at a desk beside her, and she was very eye-catching in a red dress.

"Brother Xuan, I heard from Mother that you went to the palace, did something happen there?" Zhang Qingning put down her pen, stood up and took his hand, her eyes full of worry.

Song Yuanxuan briefly explained the matter, then hugged her soft waist, sat down at the desk, and glanced at the words she wrote.

These are some of his poems, but she never thought that she would keep them in her heart. Her words are beautiful, delicate and powerful.

"Ning'er's handwriting is really beautiful." Song Yuanxuan gave a compliment.

Zhang Qingning hooked the corners of his mouth, with a slight pride on his face, leaned his face against his chest, and said in a low voice: "Grandpa asked me to write since I was a child, and he is very strict with me."

"Scholar Zhang Da is indeed a strict person, otherwise he would not have such a high status in the hearts of scholars in the world. You can sort out my poems for me in the future."

Song Yuanxuan responded, and Zhang Qingning said overjoyed: "Brother Xuan, that's really great! I've wanted to do this for a long time, but the teacher came out of nowhere.

Now that I am married into the Song family, I have a reason to do these things. I have thought about it and copied a few copies of brother Xuan's poems, so that more people can transcribe them and sell them outside. "

Song Yuanxuan's heart moved. In this era, movable type printing has not yet been invented, so this is an opportunity.

"Qing Ning, add your name, just write the scribe, and let Yu Han do it with you, and I happen to be opening a new workshop recently, specializing in movable type printing.

In this way, there is no need for others to copy, and your handwriting can be spread throughout the entire Zhou Dynasty... maybe even the entire world. I will entrust you and Yu Han to be responsible for this matter. "

Song Yuanxuan said lightly, movable type printing uses lead blocks, so it is also called lead type printing. In fact, many things can be used instead, such as pig iron, stone and so on.

Of course, the best is lead, because it is softer and conforms to the paper without damaging it.

Song Yuanxuan feels that since there is lead in this era, it is more appropriate to use lead. Since the ancestors have summed up the best experience, why should he try again?
"Brother Xuan is really amazing! So I'm the second one tonight?" Zhang Qingning looked at Song Yuanxuan with a smile on his lips.

Song Yuanxuan nodded, and Zhang Qingning said softly: "Then we have to hurry up, brother Xuan, there are still people waiting behind."

"I think so too." Song Yuanxuan shrugged.

Zhang Qingning hugged his neck tightly, and said in a low voice: "Then you still have to drink the wine first, this is a ceremony, it cannot be missed."

Song Yuanxuan shook his head, he didn't even cover his head, what kind of ceremony is this?But he wouldn't say these words at this time, and drank a cup of wine according to her wishes.

On the couch, Zhang Qingning's face was red, and she was more charming than Hua. At this moment, she didn't dare to look at Song Yuanxuan, but just closed her eyes.

Song Yuanxuan hugged the young girl's delicate body, feeling somewhat satisfied in his heart, no matter what, such a woman deserves to be loved.

After a long time, Zhang Qingning's low voice sounded a little hoarse: "Brother Xuan, go to Sister Changyun and Feiyan, they must be waiting impatiently, I'm tired."

"Go to bed early." Song Yuanxuan lowered his head and kissed her on the center of her brow before getting up to leave.

He arranged for Yuan Yuhan and Zhang Qingning to take care of the printing part, just thinking that they are very knowledgeable, but they don't know martial arts, and they are good at writing, so it's just right for them to do these things.

Zhao Feiyan is different, she is a military commander and possesses tyrannical strength, so she is only suitable for the battlefield. Song Yuanxuan didn't plan to let her have a baby at home, she still has to fight.

Walking all the way into Zhao Feiyan's room, Zhao Feiyan was also dressed in red, but at this moment she was gnawing on a big chicken leg. When she saw Song Yuanxuan, she quickly put down the chicken leg and jumped up suddenly.

"Brother Xuan, I'm just a little hungry, I'm not being rude." Zhao Feiyan explained.

Song Yuanxuan smiled, shook his head and said: "I don't think it's a big deal, eat when you're hungry, you married into the Song family to enjoy happiness, not to suffer."

"I'm here to serve Brother Xuan, enjoying happiness is just a matter of course." Zhao Feiyan said solemnly.

Song Yuanxuan sat beside her, looked at her oily mouth, and smiled slightly: "Are you full? Continue to eat if you are not full. If you are full, you should enter the bridal chamber."

"I'm full, but I have to drink a cup of wine first." Zhao Feiyan responded, and then explained: "Brother Xuan, my mother said that you must follow the etiquette."

Song Yuanxuan just nodded without responding, and then watched her spread a piece of white silk on the bed, and felt endless warmth in his heart.

Who would have thought that he would pick up such a beautiful and generous woman just for the legacy of the previous dynasty?

Zhao Feiyan is indeed able to dance in the palm, she is slender and not tall, but dancing in his palm is really like a light swallow.

With the red candles shining, Zhao Feiyan lay on the bed with wide eyes, and said in a low voice, "Brother Xuan, let's blow out the red candles."

"It's better to turn it on, I like to see you now." Song Yuanxuan smiled slightly.

Zhao Feiyan's temperament has always been careless, so she just pursed her lips, and then stopped talking.

Song Yuanxuan leaned close to her ear and whispered again: "Don't use your full strength for a while, your strength is too strong, I'm worried that if you use too much force, I will be a little unbearable."

"I'm definitely not willing to part with it!" Zhao Feiyan nodded, and then added: "Brother Xuan is my favorite person, and I'm afraid it will melt if I hold it in my hand."

Only then did Song Yuanxuan smile slightly, and only a moment later, Song Yuanxuan's voice rang out: "Feiyan, relax...you are using too much force...forget it, I'd better use the energy of the Nine Nethers..."

"Brother Xuan, I'm sorry... I didn't mean it, I can't control myself, I always feel like hugging you with all my strength... It's like this... I really didn't mean it."

Zhao Feiyan's intermittent voice sounded, and then darkness enveloped, and the whole room became even darker.

In the darkness, the light of the red candle seemed to be extinguished, but Song Yuanxuan didn't feel any pain this time, and he was completely able to withstand Zhao Feiyan's strength.

Although she is slender, she is very well-proportioned, and her legs are still very long. I really don't know where this inhuman strength comes from.

After a long time, Song Yuanxuan let out a long breath. This time, he was going to Xiao Changyun's place. As for Zhou Ziyu and Yun Diewu, they were old couples, and I believe they had already rested.

The gloom gradually dissipated, Zhao Feiyan's face flushed a little, she touched under her body, put away the white silk, but her eyes were very bright.

"Brother Xuan, will there be a baby in this way?" Zhao Feiyan asked in a low voice.

Song Yuanxuan smiled lightly: "Maybe, it depends on fate."

"Then go to Sister Changyun, Sister Diewu and Sister Ziyu." Zhao Feiyan said softly.

Song Yuanxuan was startled, and when he was about to say something, Zhao Feiyan shook his head: "Brother Xuan, I'm tired."

(End of this chapter)