The Little Lucky Girl

Perhaps the first half of today's practice went smoothly, but in the second half she unconsciously let go for a bit, and the thread became crooked again.

The result was naturally that he continued to receive a few more hand slaps, and went back holding the medicine bag, wiping his tears.

Mrs. Tao couldn't help but plead, "The child is still young, you still have time to teach him slowly."

Aunt Luo shook her head. "This girl is too impetuous and has no perseverance in doing things. She needs to be polished."

She also warned: "This child is a little clever, but if you don't suffer a little and let her get away with everything by being clever, you will harm her and she will suffer a great loss in the future."

Aunt Luo has been in the palace for most of her life, and the people she has seen most are young palace maids of her age. Naturally, she has her own unique way of judging people.

Mrs. Tao thought about it and agreed. Her sister had made the same comment, so she decided not to interfere.

Ming Youyou was in such a state of terror under the ruler that she was able to sit longer and longer each day, and she also painted more attentively than before.

When the adults saw this, they tacitly agreed not to tell her that a new decree had been issued, changing her from studying under the emperor's order to observing under the emperor's order. It didn't matter if she didn't want to study.

Therefore, Ming Youyou, who was completely unaware of the situation, continued to live a "deep and hot" life every day. Compared with embroidery, her painting, which she was not good at originally, had improved significantly.

Having learned how to use a brush and ink from Han Wuniang, she is now becoming more and more skilled in lifting, pressing and turning the brush tip; and she has also mastered the basics of controlling the thickness and wetness of the ink.

The teachers at the institute also took a look and advanced their courses. Because they were afraid that the child would receive too much and cause conflicts, they did not start with skills, but taught her how to appreciate a painting.

Ming Youyou put what she learned into practice. She collected all the paintings that Wu Niangzi drew every day and looked at them one by one with a serious face.

Mrs. Tao found this expression very familiar and said, "If I give you a beard, you will look exactly like your county magistrate."

Ming Youyou chuckled, then winked at her, looking like she had something to say.

Mrs. Tao glanced at Han Wuniang who was grinding beside her and said, "Well, it's almost time to learn embroidery. I'll take you there."

The two, one big and one small, left quickly as if they were guilty thieves.

When they arrived at Mrs. Tao's room, Ming Youyou opened the few paintings he had brought with him and said to her, "Take a look."

"What's wrong?" Mrs. Tao took a look and said, "Isn't this a good painting?"

"This painting says that Mr. Wu Niangzi is unhappy." She widened her eyes, surprised that Mrs. Tao didn't notice it.

Mrs. Tao was also confused. "I think these paintings are good. How can I be unhappy?"

"Look at this blossoming tree. Its petals are falling down with a rustling sound."

"It's not that exaggerated. It's just a few pieces falling off. Isn't this normal?"

Ming Youyou scratched his head and said, "Look at this picture again. One crane flew away, and the other one is very sad."

"Really? Why do I feel like there's envy in its eyes?"

The two people stared at each other.

Mrs. Tao casually pulled out another one and asked, "Then look at this one with the pond in the picture. Is there anything wrong with it?"

"Yes, there are no fish in the pond, and there is no wind blowing. It is just a pool of stagnant water."

Mrs. Tao was shocked and quickly put away the paintings and said, "Don't talk nonsense. I think you are just overthinking."

But she couldn't let it go, so when Magistrate Tao came back from the yamen, she dragged him to watch it together.

Magistrate Tao's appreciation of calligraphy and painting was average, but he had an intuition developed in criminal law, so he pondered for a while and said, "How was the relationship between Wu Niang and her deceased brother-in-law?"

Mrs. Tao said, "It's not so bad. We can't say they are inseparable, but we can say they are respectful to each other."

She sighed, "It's mainly because Wu Niang has never shown her emotions since she was a child. If she doesn't say it, others may not be able to see it."

Mrs. Tao was a few years older, and after she got married, the two sisters had few opportunities to meet. But in her memory, whether she was at home, after she got married, or now, Fifth Lady was always so gentle and kind, and she didn't seem to have changed much.

"My father and his family felt that Wu Niang had been married for less than a year, and no matter how deep her feelings were, they couldn't be that deep, so they decided to have her return home."

Mrs. Tao felt very guilty at this time. Her sister had been living with her for a while, but she didn't notice the pain in her sister's heart, and she even needed a child to enlighten her.

"So, do you think she is still missing Wang Dalang?"

Magistrate Tao frowned and said, "I just can't see that." He felt that women's minds were much more difficult to understand than the cases he had judged.

"But you are sisters. If you ask her a few more questions, will she not tell you?"

Mrs. Tao nodded. "You are right. Wu Niang and I were best friends when we were at home."

She looked at the sky and found that it was almost time to go to bed, so she called the maid to tidy up the things on the bed.

"When we wanted to talk in private before, we always slept together. I'm going to go find her now."

After saying this, he left in a hurry, leaving Magistrate Tao alone in his empty room.

When Mrs. Tao actually lay down and faced Han Wuniang, she realized that they were no longer the young selves who could share each other's secrets without restraint.

Looking at the girl with a calm face, she didn't know how to start talking for a moment, so she could only toss and turn on the bed in frustration.

Han Wuniang's sighing voice came from behind, "Sister, if you have anything to say, just say it directly."

Mrs. Tao took a deep breath and carefully asked, "Let me ask you, can you still not let him go?"

"Wang Dalang?" Han Wuniang's voice was filled with a hint of sadness. "It's only been a year since he passed away. How could I really forget him?"

Seeing that Mrs. Tao was about to sit up in surprise, she hurriedly held her hand and comforted her, "Don't worry, sister, I won't do anything stupid. If that were the case, I would have stayed in the Wang family at that time. Why would I come to you?"

Madam Tao carefully looked at her expression and said, "My brother-in-law is not that good. He hasn't even gotten married yet, but he already has two concubines... I didn't agree with this marriage at first, and I don't know what Dad and the others think."

Han Wu Niang smiled faintly and said, "Don't blame Dad, I agree to this marriage. I have never met someone like you and your brother-in-law, who can be so infatuated with each other, so it doesn't matter who you marry."

She sighed quietly, "I miss Wang Dalang because of his family's attitude. I feel that he is not worth it."

"His parents gained a lot of benefits from his death; his brothers also shared his resources, but I'm afraid there are not many people who are truly sad for him in their hearts."