A mocking smile appeared on Ye Chunqiu's lips on purpose, and then said, "Brother Zhang is a woman."

After saying that, Ye Chunqiu got into the car directly.

When Zhang Jin heard Ye Chunqiu describe him as a woman, he was stunned for a moment, but then his face looked strange. After a while, he finally couldn't help but scream: "Nonsense, Brother Ye, do you have a Long Yang fetish? Cough cough... don't come to me, I belong to my wife and children."

"Bah." Ye Chunqiu rolled his eyes, hesitated at all, and spat at him directly, saying, "I mean, it's hard to raise women and villains. If they are close, they are not inferior, and if they are far away, they are resentful."

Chen Rong, who was standing beside her, had already laughed.

On this day of the Zhenguo New Army camp, Zhang Jin and Chen Rong had a new understanding of the Zhenguo New Army. After only two days, Zhang Jin and Chen Rong quickly sent someone to send an article.

Ye Chunqiu only took a rough look, then hid in the study, pondered and focused on polishing Zhang Jin and Chen Rong's articles.

Whether before or after becoming an official, Ye Chunqiu never dared to underestimate the power of public opinion. In fact, it is better to say that he is writing a chicken soup article than to polish the article.

Having said that, scholars in the Ming Dynasty have never eaten chicken soup. The lethality of this chicken soup is huge. It is not like the old fried dough sticks five hundred years later. I have drunk too much chicken soup and I don’t have any oil or salt to do it. I want to fool it in my circle of friends.

Ye Chunqiu's running script has become more concise and capable. Based on his own understanding of Shilin's clear ideas and combined with the techniques of chicken soup in later generations, Ye Chunqiu repeatedly considered every word and sentence.

But in fact, it is not easy to be able to bear it with a hot hand, so Ye Chunqiu wrote and stopped, and he was busy until late at night.

When the night was dark and lanterns were lit everywhere in the mansion, the study room was gently pushed open from outside.

I saw Wang Jingchu being helped by a maid, Maggie followed her, holding a food box in her hand.

Wang Jingchu looked at Ye Chunqiu who was still holding a pen in his hand and said angrily: "I have been in the study for more than two hours, and I don't have to eat dinner. It's midnight, but don't let my body hurt. By then, everyone in the mansion will worry about you."

Although Wang Jingchu's words were full of blame, the deep meaning in the words made Ye Chunqiu warm. Ye Chunqiu still couldn't help but say in surprise: "It's so late?"

Maggie had already put the food box on the desk and took out a few side dishes. The food was still warm, and the real fragrance gradually spread throughout the study. Ye Chunqiu, who was not hungry, felt empty at this time.

Maggie looked at Ye Chunqiu and smelled the food, and showed a little relaxation. The frown just now gradually stretched out. Maggie said playfully: "Mrs. I heard that the grandfather had not eaten, so I always refused to rest. I was afraid of disturbing the grandfather's official duties and it was difficult to ask. As a result, when it was midnight, I was afraid that the grandfather would be hungry, so I came here in person. Grandfather, you are busy with all your affairs every day, and the whole family is uneasy, so even the young grandfather suffered."

The young master naturally refers to the child in Wang Jingchu's belly. His mother didn't sleep in the middle of the night. Didn't the child in the belly suffer?

Seeing that Wang Jingchu had a little bit of anger on her face, Ye Chunqiu also knew that she was wrong, so she stood up seriously, bowed deeply to Wang Jingchu's abdomen, and said earnestly: "Oh, my husband, forgive me, your father was confused for a moment, and he actually disturbed me to rest in the womb, and die ten thousand times, and ask the husband and villain to ignore the adults, so let me be spared as my father."

Ye Chunqiu was serious about admitting his mistake at Wang Jingchu's stomach, which made Wang Jingchu laugh and angry for a moment. Maggie on the side couldn't help but giggle and laugh like a silver bell.

Wang Jingchu finally couldn't hold it in his arms, and laughed in anger, saying, "Okay, I have to cherish myself, eat quickly, oh, what's your husband busy with?"

Wang Jingchu's phoenix eyes fell on the article on the desk. Ye Chunqiu had already sat down for dinner under Wang Jingchu's gaze. Wang Jingchu picked up the article, owed her to sit on the side and looked at the article. Maggie naturally stood obediently behind Wang Jingchu and was also peeking behind.

Maggie is active and has always known the best to be good at asking for good deeds. Although he entered the Ye family as a female doctor, no one in the mansion, from Old Lady Ye to Wang Jingchu, and then to the family's doorman, disliked her. In a vague way, Wang Jingchu even regarded her as his confidant, so he did not blame Maggie for being curious.

Ye Chunqiu was indeed hungry, and he was eating carefully. When he was full of wine, he barely stretched his waist. Thinking that it was too late, Wang Jingchu would rather not sit here, so he thought about going back and resting with her early. However, when he looked back and saw Wang Jingchu, he saw that Wang Jingchu and Ma Yu continued to read the article with tears in his eyes. Ma Yu was most excited, with a heart-wrenching look on Hua Rong, and Emei frowned, almost losing control.

Wang Jingchu is restrained and reserved, but she is better off, but she has a few crystal tears on her long eyelashes.

"Uh...what's wrong?" Ye Chunqiu couldn't help but feel a little stunned.

Maggie said with a heart-wrenching look on her face: "Xu Jie is so touching. He is really... so bitter. Woo... Master, he is so pitiful..."

Ye Chunqiu couldn't help but be speechless.

Excessive force?

It seems that it is not right. Although my article is filled with chicken soup, it is just a traditional chicken soup routine in the circle of friends in later generations. Although it is always touching to pour chicken soup, Jingchu and Maggie Cheung are too exaggerated. Is that the case?

But when he thought about it, Ye Chunqiu suddenly realized that the reason why chicken soup is called chicken soup is that it often uses an inconspicuous story and tear-jerking words to drive people's emotions. The emergence of chicken soup articles is definitely a killer weapon for later generations. However, people in later generations have long read many various types of intellectuals and chicken soup articles, and have long formed immunity. They have overestimated their ancestors' resistance to chicken soup articles.

But if you think about it carefully, you will understand that the articles of this era are generally mainly composed of stable official articles, and there are also a lot of them. Although there are heart-wrenching words and tears, the chicken soup article has just appeared after all. How can ordinary people resist this fresh technique that uses several short stories to gather?

Ye Chunqiu was suddenly a little embarrassed. The chicken soup was poisonous. Before he could poison others, he poured two people in his family. Ye Chunqiu hurriedly said, "In fact, it's not so miserable, it's just..."

(To be continued.)
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