"Really?" Mu Wuchen narrowed his eyes suspiciously: "Why did I hear the word tsundere?"

"You heard me wrong. What I said was wonderful. I praised your handwriting for being wonderful." Gu Xiaoyou smiled sarcastically and quickly changed the subject: "By the way, do you know anyone who specializes in writing for others?"

Mu Wuchen thought about it carefully. Many official positions flashed through his mind, but he could not find any official position similar to writing. He frowned and said, "I don't know, but you can ask someone."

At this time, Master Wang's flattering voice came from the corner: "Master, you don't need to ask anyone, I know."

"Speak." Mu Wuchen ordered.

Mr. Wang stepped forward and replied respectfully: "You can hire scholars to write letters. As far as I know, many students in the capital rely on writing letters to support their families."

"What a great idea, do you know where we can find it?" Gu Xiaoyou was overjoyed and asked impatiently.

"Miss Review, you can find her in Chuntang Street." Mr. Wang replied.

Gu Xiaoyou asked: "Chuntang Street? Where is it? I'm not very familiar with the capital."

"It's right on the edge of Mingyang Street, about five or six blocks away from here, and you can get there through three or four alleys." Mr. Wang made a few strokes. The more Gu Xiaoyou listened, the more confused he became, and there were two flashes in his eyes.

A big question mark.

Mu Wuchen shook his head helplessly and said simply and clearly: "I will take you there."

"Okay, thank you." Gu Xiaoyou said happily: "Then let's go now."

"Yeah." Mu Wuchen responded.

Mr. Wang immediately said: "Old slave, go prepare the car now."

After saying that, he greeted Mu Wuchen and hurried out of the backyard.

"Let's go." Mu Wuchen walked forward slowly, and Gu Xiaoyou quickly followed.

The two people quickly got on the carriage. The carriage started steadily, and the carriage rumbled forward on the stone road.

After sitting for a while, Gu Xiaoyou couldn't help but lift the curtain of the car and look out, looking at the street outside with watery eyes full of novelty.

Mu Wuchen saw that she was looking at her carefully and said jokingly: "Why do you have to look at her every time you get in the car? Have you never been out?"

"The capital is beautiful and quaint. If I want to see this kind of scenery, I have to spend money to buy a ticket." Gu Xiaoyou said matter-of-factly.

"Buy a ticket to visit?" Mu Wuchen repeated in confusion.

"Ah, that's right." Gu Xiaoyou realized that he had made a mistake and covered it up casually: "It's like this in our hometown. You have to spend money to go to other people's homes, otherwise you won't be allowed in."

"Your hometown is really weird." Mu Wuchen said doubtfully.

"Haha, it's a bit weird." Gu Xiaoyou smiled coquettishly, and quickly looked out the car window, pretending to be concentrating on the scenery.

Although Mu Wuchen had doubts in his mind, seeing Gu Xiaoyou looking nervous and uneasy, he chuckled and stopped asking any more questions.

Gu Xiaoyou secretly breathed a sigh of relief and had to be more cautious when speaking in the future.

The carriage slowly stopped in silence.

"Master, Miss Gu, Chuntang Street has arrived." Mr. Wang said respectfully.

"Yeah." Mu Wuchen responded and looked at Gu Xiaoyou: "Get out of the car."

"Oh, okay." Gu Xiaoyou put down the car curtain and followed Mu Wuchen out of the car.

When Mu Wuchen and Gu Xiaoyou got off the carriage, Mr. Wang bowed and said, "Go inside, and you will find the ghostwriter inside."

"Then let's go in quickly." Gu Xiaoyou said eagerly.

"Old slave, I'll lead the way now." Mr. Wang saw Mu Wuchen nod and turned around to lead the way.

She immediately followed Mr. Wang and walked towards Chuntang Street.

Gu Xiaoyou walked for a while and didn't see Mu Wuchen. When he turned around, he saw Mu Wuchen walking leisurely behind, as if he was taking a walk in the park after a full meal.

"Go faster." Gu Xiaoyou urged dissatisfiedly.

Under Gu Xiaoyou's urging, Mu Wuchen took a slightly longer step, but still walked slowly and slowly.

Seeing this, Gu Xiaoyou anxiously ran to Mu Wuchen's side, grabbed his arm, and forced him forward.

As he walked, he complained: "Really, you usually walk with long steps and hasty steps, why are you taking so long today?"

Mu Wuchen said nothing, raised the corners of his mouth, and started walking in coordination with Gu Xiaoyou's movements.

After about a cup of tea, Mr. Wang stopped, pointed to the front and said: "There are tables and chairs there, and the ones with the books are the scholars who wrote the letters."

Gu Xiaoyou looked in the direction Master Wang pointed, and saw several tables set up at the entrances of several shops. There were people sitting behind each table, some with disguises, some with books, and others.

There are several people lined up.

"Let's go over and take a look." Gu Xiaoyou said to Mu Wuchen, pulling his sleeve and walking forward.

Mu Wuchen curled his lips and followed Gu Xiaoyou, becoming more interested as he walked. Like Gu Xiaoyou, it was the first time for him to see a letter writing stall.

The stall where letters are written is different from the usual stalls where goods are sold. The most obvious difference is that no one is shouting.

Every scholar maintained his aloofness and sat behind the stall. Some would say a word or two when they saw people coming, while others were holding their books intently. Unless someone came to ask, they would not say a word.

Gu Xiaoyou even looked at several stalls. The scholars at the stalls were not very enthusiastic, and she was too lazy to talk to them. After looking at their handwriting, she was basically not very satisfied. Mainly because after reading Mu Wuchen's handwriting, these scholars

It's hard for her to read the words.

I walked pickyly through several stalls and came to the stall of a thin scholar.

Gu Xiaoyou stepped forward to look at her as usual, and the scholar asked politely: "Excuse me, miss, do you want to write a letter for me?"

This was the first scholar who took the initiative to chat. Gu Xiaoyou politely replied: "I want to ask someone to write for me, but it's not a letter. Can you let me see your handwriting?"

"Okay, miss, please take a look." The scholar gently took out a piece of rice paper from the book and carefully handed it to Gu Xiaoyou.

Gu Xiaoyou looked at his movements and thought that this person still cherished books. When he took the paper from the scholar, he subconsciously moved lightly.

She looked at the scholar's handwriting carefully. Although it was not as vigorous and powerful as Mu Wuchen's, it was clear and stylish, and it did not lose its character.

"What do you think?" Gu Xiaoyou asked in a low voice.

Mu Wuchen leaned over to take a look and said softly: "It's okay."

"Your Shang Ke is pretty good." Gu Xiaoyou said with a smile, "Then I will test him."

Gu Xiaoyou returned the paper to the scholar and rummaged in his pocket: "Oops, I was in such a hurry that I forgot to bring my business card. Mu Wuchen, did you bring it with you for me to use?"
Chapter completed!