The gentleness of the mysterious evil prince

Chapter 234 My name is Xiaoke 1
God!I'm afraid that the scholars who obtained fame did not work as hard as him, right?
Tiangang really couldn't write so many jokes, so he came to Gui Haifeng and planned to think with him, "Haifeng, how much have you written? If you haven't finished writing, why don't you come together?"

"What about you, how much have you written?" Gui Haifeng asked back, his whole person is no longer as indifferent as before, and he will react a little normal when encountering people and troubles.

He seldom smiles, even a few people never show a smile, how do they know what kind of jokes are there?The eldest lady made it clear that she wanted to embarrass him.

"I just wrote two or three, which I heard on the street." Tian Gang held a few dry sheets of paper in his hand, and smiled foolishly.

"Let me see." Gui Haifeng stretched out his hand, wanting to read what Tiangang wrote.

Tiangang refused to give it, but received it behind his back, "No."

If you copied mine, wouldn't I have written it in vain?
"Just take a look, I promise not to copy yours." Gui Haifeng knew what Tiangang was worried about, so he simply said it clearly, but after he finished speaking, he felt that the taste was not right.

Strange, since when did they play such childish tricks?
That's not what he should have done.

So annoying, annoying!
The more Gui Haifeng thought about it, the more he felt that his hair was getting worse. He who was always calm when things happened, now began to have the urge to go crazy.

"Then let me see yours first." Tiangang turned his head to the side, wanting to take a look at what Gui Haifeng had written, but found that there was a blank sheet of paper in front of him without a single word, and he hesitated whether to give his own. He read it.

"How about this, let's think together, think forty, you want twenty, I want twenty." Gui Haifeng made a suggestion, but in fact he wanted to take advantage of Tiangang.

If you want to tell a joke, Tiangang will definitely know more than him.

Tiangang was only a bit bigger, but his brain was not very flexible, so he agreed when he thought it made some sense, "Okay, let's think together, think about forty. In the future, I would rather upset the Lord of the Castle than make the Lady unhappy." , otherwise, it will be very miserable."

"Truth." Gui Haifeng agreed, and then began to search for books to see if he could find some.

It's not enough to rely on his and Tiangang's heads alone, we must borrow the wisdom of the ancients.

Just like that, Gui Haifeng and Tiangang squeezed together, and they struggled together.One thing they don't know is that many subtle changes are happening unconsciously, and they are changing everyone.

Shi Qingyun couldn't sleep tonight, he couldn't figure out what the "review letter" was after thinking about it, so he came to Jimo Wuming to discuss it, but he didn't know that Jimo Wuming was not in the room, so he went to Lin Miaozhu's room I looked for it, and I found it.

"Haha, I guessed you were here."

"What are you doing here?" Jimo Wuming held a brush in his hand and was writing very seriously. When he heard Shi Qingyun's voice, he raised his head to look at it. Displeasure was written between his brows, but he didn't notice it himself. , his face has been painted into a cat with ink.

"Ah! Haha...haha..." Seeing Jimo Wuming's cat face, Shi Qingyun burst into laughter, "You...you are so funny, haha..."

Jimo Wuming felt baffled. He didn't know what Shi Qingyun was laughing at. When he was crazy, he ignored him and continued to write his "review book". He asked while writing, "Xiao Miaomiao, how many words have I written?"

Lin Miaozhu didn't even think about it, and replied directly, "It's five hundred characters, just five hundred characters less."

He has asked this question hundreds of times tonight, so she counts for him all the time, as long as he asks, she can answer immediately.

"It's already five hundred words, and there are still five hundred words left. I will continue to work hard."

"En." Lin Miaozhu responded, only to realize that Jimo Wuming's face was stained with ink, so he took out a handkerchief to help him wipe, "Wuming, your face is dirty, I'll wipe it for you."

"Okay." Jimo Wuming raised his head and asked Lin Miaozhu to wipe his face, enjoying the considerate treatment.Although it is a very painful thing to be punished to write a "review letter", but with someone I like by my side, no matter what I do, I feel good.

Shi Qingyun originally wanted to continue laughing, but when he heard that Jimo Wuming had written five hundred characters, he immediately stopped laughing and rushed forward, wanting to grab the 'review book' written by Jimo Wuming to read, "Wuming, Let me see how you write it?"

Jimo Wuming made preparations early in the morning, and took away the self-criticism written by himself, so that Shi Qingyun would not snatch it, "You write yours, I write mine, why should I show it to you?"

"Oh, don't be so stingy. After all, we have been good brothers for more than ten years. We almost wear the same pair of pants. What's the point of showing me?"

"Who wears the same pair of trousers as you? Your trousers stink to death, and you often don't even know there are holes in them. That's why I'm too lazy to wear them, and I don't want you to wear my trousers through holes."

"Wu Ming, I have repaired the torn clothes of yours yesterday, and there are no holes." Lin Miaozhu said suddenly.

"Xiao Miaomiao, did you embroider the embroidery on my clothes before?" Jimo Wuming was very moved when he suddenly thought of this, and insisted on asking at this time.

"I used to work in the laundry room. When I was washing clothes, I found that your clothes were torn, so I just patched them up for you. Is it because I didn't mend it well?"

"No, no, you made it up very well, it's really my kindness. Come on, let's continue writing the 'review', remember to memorize the numbers for me!"

"it is good."

"Hey, do you two think I don't exist?" Shi Qingyun couldn't take it anymore and shouted frantically, but he had to admit that he was very envious of Jimo Wuming.

It would be great if there was a woman who loved and cared for him by his side at this time.

But women are troublesome, especially women like Da Furen, if he is pestered by this kind of woman, he will just hit the wall and forget it.

"I never thought you existed." Jimo Wuming replied indifferently, continued to think hard, and whispered in his mouth: "I will not contradict my sister-in-law in the future, and trust my sister-in-law in everything. This is good. I believe my sister-in-law will be able to see it after reading it." happy."

"Okay, just write this 'I won't contradict my sister-in-law in the future, I will trust my sister-in-law in everything'."

"Wuming, what are you writing?" Shi Qingyun secretly glanced at it, trying to imitate it.

Jimo Wuming picked up the book on the table and threw it at him, "No peeking, go back to your own room and write by yourself."

"Wow, you are not enough friends."

"Each each other."

At this moment, Di Sha also came, holding a small piece of cloth and an embroidery needle and thread in his hand, and said as soon as he entered the door: "Miao Zhu, I heard that your embroidery is very good, please teach me."

"Ah!" Lin Miaozhu's head was in a mess.

What's going on today, people who usually do big things are doing small things?

But for the first time, she felt that she was a very useful person. She could help Wuming sharpen ink, memorize numbers, even help him think of things, and teach Disha embroidery. It turned out that she was also very useful.

In the early morning of the next day, Yuan Shenyu came back in a hurry, thinking that he would receive warm hospitality, even if there was no warm hospitality, he would still get a few greetings from everyone, but he didn't even see a person, and only after asking did he know the big guy I was busy writing 'review', 'jokes', and doing 'embroidery'. Suddenly, I was a little glad that I only came back today. If I came back two days earlier, I'm afraid he would be punished too.

Although he was not punished, his whole body went numb just thinking about the 'review letter' and writing 'jokes'. He couldn't get these things.

So he decided to go to the castle lord tomorrow, lest the lady even punish him.

With the help of Lin Miaozhu, Jimo Wuming finally wrote a [-]-word 'review' from last night to today's noon. At this moment, he was so tired that he lay directly on Lin Miaozhu's bed and fell asleep.

Lin Miaozhu accompanied Jimo Wuming at the side, and read the "review book" written by him carefully and conscientiously many, many times. As for the specific number of times, she did not remember. But he can memorize a thousand-word self-criticism book backwards.

This is the result of her and Wuming's hard work together, and there are many, many good memories in it!

In contrast, the situation of others is not so good.

Shi Qingyun was agonizing over the 'review letter' in his own room. There was only half a day left, but he only wrote dozens of words. Can't understand it, let alone let others understand it.

"It's such a big head! I can't write, what should I do? Ahh..." Shi Qingyun was about to collapse, he scratched his hair with both hands, and ended up making his hair look like a chicken coop, and the clothes on his body were also ruined. It was stained with black spots by ink, in a word: chaos.

Suddenly, a flash of inspiration flashed through his mind.

"Huh, that's not right!" Shi Qingyun was shocked, straightened his back, and said to himself, "The lady just said that I should write a thousand-word 'review', and I should figure out what a 'review' is." Book', I just need to hand in a thousand-word thing, no matter what is written on it, can it be enough? Since the lady can be cunning, why can't I? Yes, just write a thousand-word thing to her, I said this is what I think of as a 'review', what else can she do to me?"

"Haha...I'm so smart! Don't you see the water of the Yellow River coming up from the sky—Enen, ten words, Guan Guan Jujiu, in the continent of the river, a fair lady, a gentleman is so good—Enen, twenty words Words add up to thirty words, haha... Shi Qingyun, you are so smart."

"The so-called Iraqis are on the water side."

"Beauty rolls the beaded curtain."

“Great food and wine.”

Writing in this way, within an hour, he can write a thousand words.

Shi Qingyun silently wrote down the poems of the ancients as a 'criticism book', and used this to complete the task, but he himself felt very fulfilled!

On the other side, Gui Haifeng and Tiangang had their brains scratched, and they only came up with twenty jokes, which were far from enough. Some of them were poems with smiles from the ancients, which were not jokes at all, but they didn't care, they just Use this to make a difference.

With less than half a day left, they don't have the time to think about the real joke, as long as they can make a difference, as for the quality, the second.

Everyone is working hard to write self-criticisms and jokes, but Jimo Wuxuan is still drinking tea and chatting with Duke Zhou, sleeping soundly.

(End of this chapter)