Li Er was very curious about Li Muyun's movements.

First of all, he hired almost all the carving craftsmen that Chang'an City could hire, carving something every day, and no one knew what it was. In addition, this guy has been running to the palace from time to time recently, sometimes every two or three days, sometimes every day.

At first, Li Er thought that this bastard was trying to beat his daughter, but after observing for a while, he found that Li Muyun did not go to Changle at all, but went straight to Da'an Palace and went to find his father.

Such strange behavior made Li Shimin feel uneasy. One day after hearing the news that Li Muyun had entered the palace again, he immediately set off for the old man's residence.

When he arrived at the old man's Da'an Palace, Li Er found that the old man did not bask in the sun in the yard as he used to, nor did he enjoy singing and dancing, but instead locked himself and Li Muyun in the study.

This situation made Li Shimin grit his teeth and decided to listen to what the old man and Li Muyun were discussing. So he warned everyone in Da'an Palace not to speak out and came out of the window of the old man's study room.

Then, Li Er heard the following conversation.

"Dad, you can't be lazy. There are still two thousand words, and it's time to deliver before night."

"I know, isn't it just two thousand words? What a big deal? I will definitely give it to you at night. Can't you let me take a breath first?"

"No, I said my dear father, you promised me this. If I can't deliver it tonight, I'll have to replace someone."

"You dare, if you say that, I will write it. If you dare to change someone, I will cut you off."

"Then you wrote it, there are only two or thirty thousand words in total. It's not a big deal for you to drag it every day."

"Who said I'm dragging it? I wrote more than 10,000 words to you in ten days. What else do you want? One thousand a day? Isn't it enough for you to use?"

Li Shimin was confused and could not imagine what was going on in the room, but this conversation obviously had nothing to do with rebellion, which made the great emperor feel much more relieved, and hesitated and decided to go in and take a look.

In the room, Old Li Yuan gritted his teeth and wrote big words, with a thick stack of big words written on the side, while Li Muyun sat on the side drinking tea, and by the way he urged him to say a few words. The scene was so weird that it looked strange.

Li Er looked at the strange scene and still couldn't figure out what the two of them were doing. He hesitated to walk to the old man, wanting to see what the old man was doing.

As a result, when Old Li Yuan found out that Li Er had come in, he immediately stopped writing and put the things on the table and said, "Erlang is not in front of you to handle official duties, what's the matter with me?"

Without thinking, Li Shimin immediately replied: "Father, isn't it winter coming soon? Come and see if you are missing something here."

"I don't need anything, go and do it." Old Li Yuan's face was a little unnatural, and he waved his hand to Li Er, wanting to drive him away.

Naturally, Li Shimin would not leave, but he could not disobey his old man's words, so he had to turn around and glar at Li Muyun who was getting up to salute him, and gave him a wink of going out and talking.

Li Muyun, who was a rare urging party, looked at Old Li Yuan with a frown, and followed Li Er helplessly.

"What the hell are you doing? What is your father writing?" Li Er asked immediately after leaving Old Li Yuan's study.

Li Muyun spread his hands and said, "Brother, am I going to open a printing shop, so I came to my father to ask for some characters for the mother version. When I publish the book in the future, I will use the font of my father to print it."

Li Shimin frowned, looked at Li Muyun with some displeasure, and scolded: "It's just a mess. My father is in poor health. How can you let him copy books? Is your book seal shop really so advanced that you can't even use ordinary characters?!"

Although Li Shimin felt that it was okay for the old man to copy more books, it was necessary to show filial piety due to the situation. Unexpectedly, Li Muyun shook his head and said, "No, my elder brother, I am just asking for words like my father. As long as my father helps me write every common words, there is not much in total."

"Write every word? What do you want to do?" Li Er, who already has a deep-rooted idea of ​​woodblock printing, really can't understand why Li Muyun did this.

In desperation, Li Muyun had to explain to Li Er the movable type printing, and there were a few leaves missing from the trees in the old Li Yuan's yard.

Li Er was still young and had a much better understanding than the old man. Half of his hearing, he understood what Li Muyun meant, and immediately had a bright eye, grabbed his shoulder and said excitedly: "How did you think of this method? Why didn't you tell me about it early?"

"I thought of it naturally." Li Muyun blinked and disagreed with Li Er's fuss.

Li Shimin seemed to have just asked casually, and didn't care much about Li Muyun's answer. He was excited and turned around in place for a few times and asked again: "Do you need other fonts for your words?"

Li Muyun sighed and said, "Of course I need it. Running script, cursive script, regular script, and official script are all needed. But my father is old and I can't let him write so much, right?"

"Well, you guys have a little conscience." Li Shimin looked at Li Muyun with approval, nodded and said, "Since that's the case, I will help you solve a font, which is a reward for you."

Li Muyun was so sensual and was so sensible. He immediately said excitedly when he heard this: "Really? That's great. Brother, you have really helped me a lot. Since that's the case, can you do me another favor?"

"What? Do you want me to write another copy for you?"

Li Muyun rubbed his hands and said awkwardly: "Oh, that's not. I just thought, I had to use so many words anyway. Why not let Ouyang Xun, Chu Suiliang, Yu Shinan and others write one of them? It will also come in handy in the future."

Li Shimin thought for a while: "This is not impossible."

As the saying goes, "You are not joking, Li Muyun is waiting for this sentence, and he bows to the ground: "I thank you for your brother!"

The four great calligraphers in the early Tang Dynasty, Ouyang Xun, Chu Suiliang, Yu Shinan and Xue Ji, except for the last one, it is not easy to get any original characters of the first three. However, Li Muyun took this opportunity to make a whole set of characters for everyone. If the characters of Li Er and Li Yuan were added, he would have made a lot of money this time.

So three days later, a legend of the party urging the manuscript began to circulate in Chang'an.

Li Muyun pulled Li Er's tiger skin to make a big banner, and went between Ouyang Xun, Chu Suiliang and Yu Shinan's houses. He kept urging manuscripts every day, causing the three of them to suffer. Even Li Er was urging Li Muyun more than once in these three days.

But when they thought that their words could spread throughout the Tang Dynasty, they had to grit their teeth and write them. After all, literati are famous and can use their words to print books. This is almost a grand event that was famous in the Tang Dynasty. How could they not care about it?

Therefore, after the great His Majesty Li Er gave up the court and criticized memorials, he had another task every day, writing big characters hard.

You know, writing out a template is not as simple as writing a sentence normally. It requires writing one word at a time, and each word is written on a piece of paper.

All the readers have written characters, so you should know that if you write continuously, it will not take much time to write a thousand characters.

But if you ask you to write a word and change a piece of paper, you are afraid that thousands of characters will take several hours to write, not to mention that the Tang Dynasty used all brushes and traditional Chinese characters.

Su Wanqing didn't understand why Li Muyun wanted to do this, so she found an opportunity and took advantage of Li Muyun's urging manuscript to come back and asked him: "Muyun, why do you want so many words? Do you know how bad your reputation has been during this period!"

"Tsk, they are jealous." Li Muyun curled his lips and waved his hand in a simultaneous manner: "Give it!"

Shuixin has been following Li Muyun these days. Hearing this, he walked up to him, holding a thick stack of paper in his arms. Li Muyun casually pulled out one on it, trembling with emotion and said: "This thing is not very valuable now, but you can try it in another hundred years. If it takes another thousand years, you may be able to buy a house."

"One thousand years?" Su Wanqing blinked her big eyes, probably wanting to ask who can live for a thousand years.

Li Muyun smiled and said, "We have lived less than a thousand years, but did Yugong say that his descendants are invincible. We can't see that day, but future generations can see it."

When talking about descendants, Su Wanqing's little face immediately turned red and she spat fiercely: "Bah! The dog's mouth cannot spit out ivory."

"Ivory is not as valuable as it is!" Li Muyun pointed to the stack of papers in Zhixin's arms, smacked her lips and said to Su Wanqing: "You keep this thing well. In the future, those grandchildren will rely on this thing to eat or drink too much." After that, he turned around and walked outside.

"What are you doing?" Su Wanqing asked quickly when she saw that he had just come back and was about to leave.

Li Muyun waved his hand without looking back to say goodbye to Su Wanqing. A voice from afar came: "Go to the palace, the thousand words from His Majesty are probably written, I have to collect them."

This is how things happen in this world. In fact, many times something is not that important, but once it is famous and face, it will make a big deal. In other words, there is nothing wrong in the world and people are disturbing themselves.

Li Shimin had actually realized that he had been fooled by Li Muyun, but the problem was that he couldn't stop now because someone had already exaggerated him to save face in the Tang Empire, so even if he was deceived, he had to continue writing.

Besides, Li Muyun didn't want many characters, only a few famous calligraphers, which made Li Er as famous as those famous calligraphers, making it even more difficult for him to give up. After all, there are still many people who want to write, but no one is not.

However, can that hateful guy not be so anxious? Can he not act like he wants a bill? Looking at Li Muyun sitting aside drinking tea, and then think about his own emperor who was actually "working" for him. His great emperor felt very unbalanced.
Chapter completed!