After this idea appeared in his mind, Zhu Biao himself was shocked.
He subconsciously wanted to deny it.
But judging from what Zhu Yourong said, this wonderful opening chapter was released less than two hours ago, and the fact that the so-called Young Master Han is not yet famous, it is very possible that this so-called Young Master Han is the man who killed a thousand swordsmen. Shameless person!!
Zhu Biao suddenly felt that his head was a little messed up.
"Um... Yourong, who is this Mr. Han you are talking about?
He has such a great talent, I want to pay him a visit."
Zhu Biao tried his best to speak in a calm tone.
By this time, Zhu Yourong also knew that this matter could no longer be hidden.
He simply changed his mind and said, "That's it...it's Mr. Han Chenghan, the one who wants to treat my mother..."
When he said this, Zhu Yourong's heart beat a little faster.
Zhu Biao heard this and saw some changes in Zhu Yourong's demeanor, and suddenly felt that his head was even more confused.
What situation is this?!
That man suddenly appeared in his sister's bedroom. I heard that he appeared directly on the bed.
Later, he made all kinds of shameless actions, using the excuse of treating his mother's illness to force his sister to agree to marry him...
These things, one after another, make people angry, and they can't help but want to tear Han Cheng into pieces, that thief.
As the victim, my own sister will definitely hate Han Cheng, the thief.
Why do things seem...seemingly...seemingly...a little different now?
What exactly happened here that I don’t know about?
Princess Ningguo felt the difference in the way her elder brother looked at her, and couldn't help but feel a little flustered.
Worried that his elder brother would not believe him, and in order to divert his attention, he decided to use a trick.
She pulled out the original manuscript written by Han Cheng from below, handed it to Zhu Biao and said:
"Brother, look, this is Mr. Han's original manuscript. After reading it, you will understand that I didn't lie.
I really can't write a storybook of this level.
There are still some contents on it that I haven’t had time to copy.”
Zhu Biao reached out and took it, ready to read Han Cheng's masterpiece. More importantly, he wanted to read some new content.
Regardless of who wrote this story or how Zhu Biao was feeling, one thing is undeniable, that is, this story is really attractive!
Then, Zhu Biao was confused.
I was shocked by Han Cheng's excellent calligraphy.
This is...a word?
Is this something a human being can write?
When Zhu Yourong saw Zhu Biao's reaction, he immediately felt relieved.
He thought to himself that what he thought was correct, but after being so shocked by Mr. Han's words, his eldest brother really was not in the mood to continue to dig deeper.
"Brother, Mr. Han's writing habit is different from mine. He writes horizontally from left to right."
Zhu Yourong kindly reminded me.
Zhu Biao felt his eyes hurt and wanted to throw away this eye-searing thing.
However, the story was really attractive, so he had to hold back his discomfort, find a place he had not seen before, and then read on.
After reading it quickly, Zhu Biao couldn't wait to return Han Cheng's manuscript to Zhu Yourong.
But when he was about to return it to Zhu Yourong, Zhu Biao suddenly remembered something and stopped moving.
"Well... Yourong, this manuscript is really good, so I won't give it back to you yet. I'm going to show it to my father."
"Brother, do you feel that you are the only one suffering the pain, and you feel uncomfortable in your heart? Do you want your father to experience the pain in your eyes?"
Zhu Yourong's voice sounded at the right time.
"No! Don't talk nonsense! I am your eldest brother and a filial son.
The most filial person! How could you have such thoughts?"
Zhu Biao quickly denied it.
He just felt that this person's unique writing habits and some strange simplified characters seemed to confirm that this person was not from the Ming Dynasty.
Of course, now that he was reminded of this by his sister, he also felt that it would be a very good thing to allow his father to experience this kind of visual torture.
"Then Mr. Han, didn't you say you wanted to treat your mother's illness?
Why don't you study medicine carefully and start writing storybooks instead?
How much time would it take to write such a script?"
Zhu Biao said not in a very happy mood.
"Brother, it's not traitor Han, it's... Mr. Han."
Zhu Yourong mustered up the courage to correct him.
When Zhu Biao heard this, his mind became even more confused, his heart became even more angry, and he became even more dissatisfied with Han Cheng, the thief!
"It doesn't take much time. Mr. Han seems to be very proficient in writing scripts. He writes it as soon as he picks up the pen. Xiao He saw it with his own eyes..."
Zhu Biao didn't believe what Zhu Yourong said at all.
This story is so exciting, interlocking and fascinating, how could it not consume a lot of attention?
I'm afraid it's the thief who has already prepared and prepared the plan! He came specifically to deceive his sister.
That thief is really cruel.
"Brother, let me pour you a cup of tea."
Zhu Yourong looked at Zhu Biao and said.
Zhu Biao was stunned for a moment, wondering if he had heard wrongly.
His sister actually wants to pour him tea?
In order to prevent accidentally spilling tea and causing the books to get wet, there is a special small tea table in the study room.
There is a certain distance from the desk where you read and write.
If you want to pour tea, you must get up or ask a palace attendant to do it for you.
My sister can't stand on her legs, so it's obviously impossible.
After Zhu Biao was stunned for a moment, he immediately realized that he had heard wrongly.
What my sister said was that she should pour tea for her, not for her to pour tea for herself.
With this thought in mind, Zhu Biao walked towards the coffee table.
As a result, as soon as he took a step, he was stunned on the spot, as if he was petrified!
His eyes suddenly widened, and his mouth grew unconsciously.
It was like seeing the most incredible thing.
His sister, whose legs have been paralyzed for three years, under his watchful eye, actually moved very skillfully towards the place where the tea set was placed!
Although he does not stand up and walk with his legs, he still moves with his own efforts.
Zhu Biao's eyes fell on the special-looking chair under Zhu Yourong.
He had just experienced the impact of a series of events, and his mind had been attracted, and he did not notice the strange-looking chair under Zhu Yourong.
Now when I look carefully, a light of inspiration bursts out in my mind, and I feel like I am suddenly enlightened.
This is not to say that this chair is very exquisitely made.
Their royal supplies have skilled craftsmen with superb craftsmanship, and the workmanship they produce is far better than this.
But I am shocked by the clever design of this chair!
Yes! Just by modifying the chair she usually sits on and adding two wheels, wouldn't my sister be able to overcome some of the inconvenience caused by not being able to walk with her legs?
Why has no one thought of such a simple thing before?!
Zhu Yourong personally poured a bowl of tea for Zhu Biao and invited Zhu Biao to drink tea with a smile.
This is the first time she has poured tea for someone since she lost the ability to move her legs.
Although it was an extremely simple thing, in Zhu Yourong's eyes, it was very different.
At least this made her feel that she was not just a burden and she regained a lot of confidence.
Zhu Biao looked at Zhu Yourong's smile and couldn't help but feel a little stunned.
My sister laughed!
Although my sister would smile when I came here in the past, it was always a forced smile.
He can see it.
Your sister's smile is the smile that comes from the heart!
Zhu Biao took the tea from Zhu Yourong and drank it in one gulp.
Then he looked at Zhu Yourong with excitement and said, "Yourong, whose idea was this exquisitely designed chair?
Which one made it?
You tell me, big brother will definitely reward him heavily!!"
