Chapter 113 The More You Live, the More You Go Backwards

Wen Jin was already kneeling upright, as if nothing had happened. His posture was respectful, his back was thin and smooth, and he showed his noble demeanor everywhere.

Yan Qing stood in front of the door, quietly watching his serious and introspective posture, with a look of sadness on his eyebrows, and walked over.

Wen Jin's hand hanging by his side tightened slightly, and he spoke with lowered eyebrows and eyes: "I show my emotions and frequently lose my temper in front of His Highness. Please teach me a lesson."

Yan Qing lowered her eyes and glanced at him. The powerful minister's lowered brows still couldn't hide his loneliness. Her heart was moved, and she said lightly: "Raise your head."

Wen Jin froze and was silent for a while before slowly raising his head.

Well, the secret was revealed immediately.

Junya's face was pale, her eyes were red, and the corners of her mouth were tightened. How could she have any calm demeanor?

"Lu Ming is right, you really need to go back to your old ways and rebuild yourself." Yan Qing said calmly, "Weak Guan's age is not as good as when he was fifteen. He is really going back as he gets older."

Wen Jin listened to her reprimand respectfully, her eyelids couldn't help but tremble slightly, "Yes, I always disappoint His Highness."

Yan Qing calmly ordered: "Put away your desk and take the Heart Sutra to my bedroom to copy it. I will copy it fifty times tonight."

Wen Jin was stunned: "Go to Qihuang Palace?"

Yan Qing looked at him calmly: "Don't want to?"

"No, no," Wen Jin shook his head quickly, and then nodded again, with a bit of panic and eagerness, "I am willing, I am willing... I am willing."

Yan Qing walked out first.

Anyway, there was no way he could sleep tonight, and he could still calm down by copying the Heart Sutra.

Wen Jin seemed to be in a dream, and couldn't believe it for a moment. Then he lowered his eyes, stood up slowly, and gently stretched his stiff limbs, especially his two legs, until he could walk calmly. , he started to pack his things, wishing he could fly to Qihuang Palace immediately.

But don’t be too impatient, take your time, and don’t lose your composure again.

Wen Jin took a deep breath, and heat surged up in his lungs, reaching his eyes.

He felt that he was too weak, too weak to be vulnerable, and should be taught a lesson by His Highness.

The right hand was swollen to a disgraceful size. Wen Jin looked at the redness and swelling in his palm and felt it was particularly kind.

It's really kind.

After everything was packed and he sat down in front of the desk in Qihuang Hall, holding the pen in his hand and starting to tremble uncontrollably, Wen Jin felt more and more that the pain was so intimate that it made him want to die.

"What?" Yan Qing stood in front of the case and looked at his trembling hand casually, "Can't you even hold the pen?"

Wen Jin pursed her lips: "I can do it."

"Then copy it." Yan Qing sat next to him and poured himself a cup of tea, as if to watch him write. "Let me check it after you finish copying it."

When Wen Jin heard this, his heart suddenly calmed down.

"yes."

The feeling of swelling and pain did not slow down much. Wen Jin tried to hold the pen, and then she was immersed in the regret of the past and completely ignored the pain in her hand.

It was only when I held the pen that I realized how ecstatic it felt to copy with pain.

Fortunately, Wen Jin has always been able to endure it. Compared with the pain in his heart, the pain in his skin and flesh has always been endured and passed away.

Yan Qing was sitting in front of the window, opening a book leisurely, drinking tea and reading the book. The man opposite was quietly copying the Heart Sutra. The agarwood curled up in the hall, lingering with a reassuring and quiet atmosphere.

Wen Jin was in great pain.

But this kind of pain was different from the pain in the library. It was actually nothing to him. If you ignored the thin sweat slowly seeping out from his forehead and ignored his fingers that were always spasming unconsciously, everything seemed so pleasing to the eye.

After copying for the first time, he put down the pen and briefly relieved the severe pain in his palm. He stood up and handed the copied copy to Yan Qing: "Your Highness."

At the age of seventeen, the young master who astonished the civil and military officials of the dynasty with his "On the Governance of the Country" in the palace examination has long since mastered the extremely beautiful square regular script. The handwriting is as gentle and delicate as his person. He was the number one scholar in the palace examination and was very talented. , amazingly talented, and was praised by the late emperor as a genius that would be rare in a century.

He took the position of first assistant within three years of Zongheng Chaotang. His strong skills and deep power are rare in history.

At this time, he was like a newly enlightened child, nervously submitting his copied homework to the Master for inspection, well-behaved but nervous.

Yan Qing glanced at it casually: "What do you think?"

Wen Jin was most afraid of hearing such rhetorical questions, because it meant that he had to deeply reflect on his own shortcomings, which was even deeper than being directly reprimanded.

"It's not good." Wen Jin said, "It's very bad."

Yan Qing raised an eyebrow: "How bad is it?"

Wen Jin took a look at the handwriting on the paper. Naturally, he had nothing to say about his handwriting. After all, he had practiced typing with a ruler back then. But tonight, due to his unstable mood, his hand hurt so much that the handwriting looked awkward. Not very smooth.

He was thinking about what to say when he heard Yan Qing say: "Continue copying."

Wen Jin turned around, walked to the desk, knelt down, and continued a new round of ecstasy torture.

Yan Qing continued to read.

The night wind outside was blowing the treetops, and occasionally there were lights flickering. It was the maid holding a lamp passing by the corridor, but the inside of the palace was quiet and soft as never before.

Wen Jin lowered his eyebrows and copied intently.

The more I copied, the pain seemed to gradually become less unbearable, my mind gradually became calmer, my emotions returned to calm, and the loneliness, hesitation, and pain...all the negative emotions gradually passed over time.

The hall was dimly lit with lights and the sound of hourglasses was heard.

Yan Qing read a book for half the night. When she got close to the house, she put the book down, raised her hand to rub her sore eyes, stood up and walked out.

Wen Jin couldn't help wanting to look up at her, but he held back. He copied with concentration, and his handwriting became smoother and smoother. He completely ignored the pain in his palms and fingers.

Yan Qing came back after an incense stick, carrying a tea tray and two wontons.

The wontons were placed on the table, and Yan Qing said in a light tone: "Come and eat some wontons before writing."

Wen Jin's hand holding the pen paused unnoticeably, and then he finished writing the word in his hand, and then put the pen down slowly.

"Your Highness doesn't have to do it yourself, you can ask the maid to bring it over." Wen Jin said, "I don't mind letting them see it."

Yan Qing glanced at him: "Why are you so self-indulgent?"

Wen Jin pursed his lips.

"Go wash your hands." Yan Qing sat down at the table, picked up the spoon and ate by himself, "Continue writing after you finish eating."

Wen Jin hummed, turned around to wash his hands, walked over and sat down at the table, looked at the hot wontons, and somehow, his eyes suddenly became red.

Yan Qing said calmly, "I can forgive you for losing control of your emotions today, but if you act like a fragile girl again tomorrow morning after the sun rises, you will have to go back to the imperial city immediately."

"Before the sun rises tomorrow morning?" Wen Jin slowly raised his eyes and looked at her with a pair of eyes as red as rabbits, "Then... can I indulge myself once tonight?"

"Indulge?" Yan Qing raised his eyebrows slightly, "Do you want to cry loudly?"

Wen Jin lowered his eyes: "If your highness allows..."

"Cry."

Wen Jin was stunned, and the heat was strangely forced back, and the atmosphere couldn't help but be a little subtle.

After a while, Wen Jin whispered: "I'm not that fragile."

This sentence didn't sound convincing.

But Yan Qing was too lazy to argue with him. She quietly finished a bowl of wontons, stood up and walked to the window to sit down. "I will spare a month to deal with the problems you have contracted."

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