Zhao Yan walked all the way to the study room, gently pushed open the door, and looked inside. Sure enough, he saw Yuan'er's beautiful figure, looking at something with his back to him.

"Yuan'er." Zhao Yan shouted at her and walked into the study.

"Ah!" Yuan'er was shocked and turned around in a panic expression. She was hiding something with her hands on her back. When she saw that it was Zhao Yan, she lowered her head and said, "Young Master..."

Zhao Yan was stunned and asked in confusion: "Wuaner, what is hidden behind you?"

"No...no..." Yuan'er shook her head and said in a hurry. Under Zhao Yan's calm gaze, Yuan'er lowered her head and took out the thing hidden behind her.

It was a book. Zhao Yan took the book and read it. It was a book called "The Book of Songs". Yuan'er lowered her head and did not dare to speak. Zhao Yan looked at her and asked, "Read the book?"

"Please punish me, my son." Yuan'er bit her lip gently.

"You silly girl, why do I punish you for reading?" Zhao Yan said in confusion, and Yuan'er said in a silence: "Madam says that a woman has no talent is virtue, so I will not want to read it."

"Nonsense." Zhao Yan directly retorted, "It's nothing to read some books. There are not so many frames and rules. If you want to read books in the future, read them directly without any hiding."

"Really?" Yuan'er asked in surprise. She thought she would be punished, but she didn't expect that the young master would agree to her reading the book, and she was extremely surprised.

"Yeah!" Zhao Yan nodded seriously and said with a smile: "Yuan'er reads more books and can help me write notes in the future. I'm not too happy yet!"

"Thank you, young master." Yuan'er was overjoyed, and a bright smile appeared on her face. As if a spring breeze blew by, Zhao Yan took out the dressing box behind her, pinched Yuan'er's pretty face, and smiled and said, "This is for you."

"Hmm?" Yuan'er took the dressing box, opened it and looked at it, and immediately shook her head and said, "Young master, this box is too expensive, Yuan'er doesn't want it."

"Cover it." Zhao Yan put it back without any doubt, and then said, "I spent several days making this box. If you don't accept it, why should I keep it?"

"To the lady," Yuan'er said.

"I've sent it to her, mom, this is specially made for you." Zhao Yan grabbed Yuan'er's slender hand and pressed the dressing box in her hand, without any rejection.

"Mr. Xie." Yuan'er's eyes were slightly red, and she took off the dressing box. Yuan'er felt that the young master had changed a lot. The nerd of the old master was a nerd, but she had not had a long time to come into contact with her because she was studying in the Mansion School. Now she seems to have become...it seems to be more lively.

Zhao Yan nodded and asked with a smile: "Yuan'er, can you recognize words, can you write?"

"You can write." Yuan'er replied. When she was a child, her father taught her to read and write. After coming to the Zhao family, although Zhang did not agree to her reading and writing, she often read and practiced calligraphy secretly, but she did not stop.

"Write it for me." Zhao Yan was very interested. If there was a secretary beside him, it would be convenient in the future. He quickly spread the rice paper, Yuan'er nodded and started grinding the ink.

Yuan'er took a brush and dipped it ink. Under Zhao Yan's gaze, she wrote words on rice paper. Her writing was written by the Analects of Confucius, and her handwriting was neat and elegant, which made Zhao Yan sweat. He thought he could not write such a brush.

After writing a piece of paper, Yuan'er looked at Zhao Yan, and Zhao Yan exclaimed: "It's very good. I have forgotten to even write now. If Yuan'er is by my side in the future, I may help me a lot."

"Young Master probably didn't forget these words, right?" Yuan'er asked.

"I recognize the words." Zhao Yan touched his chin and said. Yuan'er changed the rice paper and said to Zhao Yan: "Since the young master recognizes the words, it's better to try to write them by hand. Writing is practice and makes perfect. Although I forgot, I can only get back to my previous appearance by writing a few more times."

"This... OK!" Zhao Yan was not willing to refuse. He was driven to the shelves and picked up the brush and tried to write his name on the paper.

Not to mention, as soon as I took the brush, I suddenly felt a familiar feeling that rushed straight into my heart. I subconsciously started writing, and the word "Zhao Yan" appeared on the paper. Although the handwriting was not good, it was also neat.

Zhao Yan was immediately overjoyed and understood the key. Although he could not obtain the memory of his original owner in his possession, he inherited the memory of his body.

I suddenly felt relieved. Following that feeling, the brush kept outlining words on the paper, dictating his favorite "The Man's Walk".

There are many heroes in Yanhuang, and one fights a hundred people without fear.

If a person is not afraid, he will be frightened. Look at the blood of my Chinese man.

A man is full of blood and heroic spirit.

He carried a golden knife in his hand and wore a white jade pendant. He ate the head of a beautiful chief and drank the blood of Rakshasa with thirsty.

The love between children and children is abandoned, and the ambition of the vast sea will be decided only now.

A man walks thousands of miles with his sword, kills Hu Jie all the way.

Flying battle songs on the Aegean Sea, the song congratulates me on China.

The steel knives dance in Tokyo, and the knife and knife are stained with blood from the Japanese slaves.

Establishing the Ban Chao's ambition, guarding the Su Wu Festival, singing Wu Mu's lyrics, and doing Yishui farewell.

The fallen leaves are rustling, the hero is bloody, the cold wind is like a knife, and the sad singing is heard.

Even if the horse is fast across the Tianshan Mountains, he will pull the long bow and sweep the library pages.

The iron ship went straight to Sydney Bay, and a shot broke through the North Sea at night.

The fortune of Western barbarians has disappeared, and the Han Dynasty is as good as the sky.

He fought for the 100,000 heroic courage and sweared to paint the world as the color of China. At that time, he drank the wine of Luoyang and drank the bright moon.

When a man does things, he should be violent. Things and benevolence are not established.

Men should kill people, but they will be merciless.

The immortal karma of all ages is all in the murder...

Having written this, Zhao Yan suddenly stopped, and smiled bitterly and kneaded the rice paper into a ball and threw it aside.

"Young Master, this poem is very imposing, why..." Yuan'er looked at the side with beautiful eyes flowing, but suddenly Zhao Yan stopped writing and asked in confusion.

"If I do things at a high level and be low-key, if I write poems and lyrics here all day long, wouldn't I become a person who sits and whistles and draws tigers?" Zhao Yan shook his head and said, all the thoughts in his heart arise.

Men can do it, men can do it.

When you come to this era, can you be a real man?

The Han nationality is about to suffer disaster...

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Chapter completed!