Chapter 1433 Mr. Quan, you speak too fast, can you use the pen and ink...
Chapter 1433: Mr. Quan, you speak too quickly. Can you lend me some pen and ink? (Please subscribe and vote)
Cheng Chubi stepped into the study and saluted Mr. Quan who stood up to greet him.
"Cheng Changshi, there is no need to be polite. Please take a seat. Someone will come and serve you tea."
The guests and hosts were sitting across from each other. Before Cheng Chubi could speak, Quan Wanji apologized to Cheng Chubi.
"I have to go to bed at the end of the day every day, and I need some time to wash up, so I wonder if what Cheng Changshi is talking about is complicated?"
"..." Cheng Chubi subconsciously followed Quan Wanji's gaze and glanced at the copper kettle dripper on the side.
Listening to his words, I couldn't help but secretly roll my eyes. It seems that Mr. Quan's obsessive-compulsive disorder is really serious.
But now is not the time to dwell on these issues. I came here just so that the old brother Li Ke could stay together with that little lady Zhang.
"In fact, it's not complicated. Mr. Quan, you also know that Cheng is an official of His Highness and a brother with similar interests for many years."
"After listening to what His Highness said, Mr. Quan came here this time in compliance with His Majesty's order to guard His Highness King Wu's concubine."
"These days, Your Highness doesn't think about tea or food. As the saying goes, he tosses and turns and can't sleep at night. He is worried that the lover he is looking for will not be in line with Mr. Quan's wishes."
"As a good friend of His Highness and also his subordinate, Cheng is really hard to stand."
"That's why I have the courage to come to visit Mr. Quan at night. I just want to find out from Mr. Quan what kind of woman is suitable to be His Highness's concubine in Mr. Quan's aesthetics."
"..." Quan Wanji stared blankly at Cheng Sanlang who was chatting in front of him.
I never expected that Cheng Sanlang's behavior was really different.
What kind of aesthetics do I have? It’s no use to you, Cheng Sanlang, but if you ask me what kind of woman is a good match for His Highness, why should I tell you?
"I will consider this matter myself, so I won't bother Cheng Changshi."
After hearing this obvious perfunctory statement, Cheng Chubi suddenly became unhappy.
"No, no, no, Mr. Quan, you can't think like that. What do you mean by not bothering Cheng?"
"Well, let me repeat it again... Well, what is the first sentence? I have to think about it, by the way, the first sentence is actually not complicated..."
"???" Quan Wanji looked at Cheng Sanlang with a confused expression, his expression was very sincere, his tone was very sincere, and importantly, even his demeanor was exactly the same as the first time.
"...What kind of woman is suitable to be His Highness's concubine?"
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Quan Wanji looked at Cheng Sanlang in front of him with a dark look on his face, and his whole person felt bad.
"Cheng Changshi, you, you are here to provoke, right?"
"How could you say such a thing, Mr. Quan? From the beginning to now, Mr. Cheng has been kind and respectful, and he has absolutely no intention of provoking Mr. Quan."
"Is it possible that Mr. Quan can't understand the young man's desire to fight for his friend?"
Quan Wanji turned his head. Almost a quarter of an hour had passed. When he looked back, he saw Cheng Sanlang still smiling and looking like he was doing it.
Then he recalled the notorious Cheng family in Chang'an, and the bad reputation he heard about Cheng Sanlang on his way to Luzhou.
Quan Wanji snorted. "That's all, since you said so, I will end your friendship with His Highness."
"First of all, the length of a woman is equal to her length. From top to bottom, she is seven feet and one inch long..."
"...Um, Mr. Quan, please wait for a moment. You spoke too fast and I can't remember it. Can you lend me a pen and ink?"
"Also, Mr. Quan, please try to speak as plainly as possible. It's like contradicting yourself. Cheng doesn't understand what you are talking about at all."
After looking at Cheng Sanlang, who looked confused and was confused, the sense of superiority of a gentle man suddenly emerged spontaneously.
Quan Wanji reservedly looked at Cheng Sanlang who had started to pick up a pen and found a piece of paper. He looked away and considered how to make his language appear vulgar. After all, the other party was a vulgar martial artist and could not understand the classical Chinese commonly used by literati.
That's normal.
Glancing at the dripper of the copper kettle, he saw that time was running out, so Quan Wanji could only speak as quickly as possible.
"...The hair should be thick and soft, but not hard..."
"The eyes should be big and lively, the eyebrows should not be too thick, and the shape of the eyebrows should not be too fierce,"
Quan Wanji didn't speak slowly. Cheng Chubi wanted to write at first, but then he listened to the rhythm of the other person's words.
Suddenly his face was filled with black lines, and he had a brush in his hand instead of a quill. He couldn't copy quickly at all, but fortunately Cheng Sanlang had a quick mind.
Listening to Quan Wanji's description, I suddenly had a bold idea. Then based on Quan Wanji's description, I started writing with confidence.
While Quan Wanji was thinking, he combined the criteria for selecting concubines in previous dynasties, added or subtracted them, and then turned to straightforward spoken language.
Fortunately, he has been a good teacher all year round, so his oral description is very clear.
At first, Quan Wanji saw that Cheng Sanlang was writing quickly, but then he said a lot, and it seemed that this guy had only touched a few strokes, and it seemed that he had already finished it.
This made Quan Wanji couldn't help but feel curious, but Quan Wanji was curious and continued on.
It wasn't until there was only half a quarter of an hour left before the reception time that Quan Wanji could finish summarizing his requirements for His Highness King Wu's concubine.
Looking up at Quan Wanji, Quan Wanji couldn't help but feel a little suspicious.
"Have you written down everything I said about Cheng Changshi?"
Cheng Chubi looked at his work confidently and nodded in agreement.
"Well, I wonder if Mr. Quan has anything else he needs to add?"
Just as Cheng Chubi was immersed in looking at his recorded masterpiece, Quan Wanji's personal attendant who happened to come over to refill Cheng Sanlang's tea subconsciously glanced at Cheng Chubi's masterpiece.
His whole body felt relieved instantly, his eyes were as wide as bells, and his mouth was grinning as if he was screaming silently.
The teapot under his hand was leaning crookedly, and he even forgot to lift the teapot to stop the water when the teacup was full.
"Hey, hey...what are you going to do?" Cheng Chubi quickly reminded him when he saw that the water on the table was full.
"Oh, I'm sorry..." The follower shuddered and came to his senses. He quickly put the pot away and hurriedly brought a towel to wipe away the water stains.
At this time, Quan Wanji also became curious and came closer, wanting to see the contents of Cheng Sanlang's records. How could his follower, who was at least proficient in writing, be so frightened?
One step, two steps, three steps, Quan Wanji stumbled, almost falling into the forest and into Cheng Sanlang's arms.
This rigid teacher Quan, who was very strict about etiquette, had his eyes bulging into pagoda-like shapes, and his whole body was trembling.
"Cheng, Cheng... what the hell are you doing?"
Cheng Chubi immediately became unhappy. If it weren't for the fact that you, the old man, is Teacher Li Ke, believe it or not, I would have turned against you right now.
"What the hell are you talking about? Don't talk nonsense, Mr. Quan. This is the pattern of selecting a concubine that I just recorded what you said."