The fate of the bright moon in Qin Dynasty

Hold it in time, it is estimated that this practice of calligraphy will be delayed for several days.

He patted the heads of the two of them and said with a smile.

"Look at what you two wrote, it's crooked, and then look at what your lord wrote, it's vigorous and powerful. If people find out about it in the future, it won't make people laugh. Your lord is a famous calligrapher."

Carefully roll up the wide and long sleeves by hand, fix them with jade rings, and fasten them tightly.

Start to look at the elegant bamboo frame built on this desk.

In fact, there is no fixed name for this writing thing. When it was in Zhao State, people called it Fu, which is the same as Yan State.

In the Spring and Autumn Period, Wu State called it Bulu. Since the unification of the Qin Dynasty, a bamboo head was added to Yu, which meant that Yu was made of bamboo, and it was called a pen later.

Zhao Gao was really willing to work hard on calligraphy, and secretly admired the rows of brushes of different lengths, thicknesses, and brushes.

Looking at the hands of Zhuanpo Miehun, the hands are small, the fingers are long, and the palms have calluses, which should be suitable... Yan Lu brushed bamboo pens one by one, finally stopped, took them off and handed them to the two.

The pen he chose for them was the pen made by the current general Meng Tian. This pen is long and hard, with a combination of rigidity and softness. It contains full ink without dripping, and the strokes are smooth without stagnation.

According to legend, Montessori used rabbit brushes and bamboo tube pens. The method of making pens is to hollow out one end of the pen holder to form a hair cavity, and the brush head hair is stuffed in the cavity.

He really didn't expect Meng Tian, ​​a military general, to be able to improve his pen. He really deserves to be one of Ying Zheng's most valued people, both civil and military, brave and resourceful.

After straightening out his thoughts, he smiled and said to the curious sister Hua

"I came to you today not only to let you see how far you are from your adults, but also to teach you how to practice calligraphy."

After finishing speaking, he gently stuffed the brush into the tightly clenched hands of the two of them.

"Come on, let's see how I hold the brush. I saw you two girls holding the brush with five fingers when we exchanged words with me. This posture of holding the brush is wrong. If you want to To have a good handwriting, the posture of holding the pen is the most basic and most important."

Yan Lu said softly

A little bit of golden light sprinkled in from outside the window, falling on Yan Lu, holding the black pen holder with his slender fingers, with golden light and shadow moving on it from time to time, making people unable to move their eyes away.

Zhuanpo and Miehun looked at each other, reluctantly picked up the brush, looked at Yan Lu's hand for a while, and fiddled with the posture of the hand for a while.

Mutual exchange

Putting down his pen, Yan Lu looked at the clear words written on the silk script with satisfaction, and turned his head to look at the current progress of the two of them. Seeing this, he couldn't laugh or cry.

I saw the two of them fighting with ink again at some point, the black palm prints on the silk script, even the palm prints were clearly visible.

He deliberately coughed a few times to remind the two of them, and said in a deep voice

"It's funny, you two girls. I asked you to learn to practice calligraphy, and you actually started playing. I..."

Before they finished speaking, the pair of sisters threw their ink-stained hands on him, hugging the two of them.

Smiling helplessly, needless to say, this set of clothes is already useless, so it must be covered in ink.

Slowly put the two of them down so that they faced the desk, with their left hand holding Zhuan Po's right hand and their right hand holding Mie Hun's right hand.

Few people know that he is a left-handed person, but just don't want to attract attention, so he started to practice right-handed writing.

So it is not a problem to teach two people to practice calligraphy like this.

While teaching them to hold the pen correctly, he whispered in his ear.

"When grabbing the pen, don't use brute force, but use dexterity. The wrist is flat and pointed, hold the pen with three fingers, the thumb and index finger hold the pen barrel, and the middle finger holds the pen barrel at the lower right."

Zhuanpo and Miehun are not stupid, on the contrary, they can be said to be extremely intelligent. They didn't know how to practice calligraphy before, but they didn't study hard. Now Yan Lu just taught them hand in hand for less than a quarter of an hour, and the two got started.

Looking at the neat and jerky characters on the silk script, Yan Lu felt an inexplicable sense of pride. He patted the heads of the two of them again, asked them to practice for another hour, and then let them go.

I saw that the sun was already setting in the west, and there were layers of orange-gold clouds rolling in the sky.

Yan Lu tried his best to clean up the "remnants", and carefully put away sister Hua Lian's handwriting.

Suddenly he raised his head, and found that someone seemed to be coming, and when he took a closer look, it turned out to be Zhao Gao, and there seemed to be a smug smile on the corner of his mouth.

But...why is he holding a tray?Above... there seems to be a cold light reflected from the tray into Yan Lu's eyes.

Is that... a blade? !

Sometimes Yan Lu really felt that being with an eunuch was really not good.

Because...they will most likely make trouble for you.

For example, the current scene.

Beside the desk, the two of them were facing each other. In the silence of the study room, only the crisp and pleasant sound of the wind blowing through the brown-red bead curtain could be heard.

With no expression on his face, Yan Lu said in a rare deep voice

"You really want to do this?"

Zhao Gao sat casually on the exquisitely carved bamboo chair opposite Yan Road, holding a thin blade in his left hand, and was wiping it with the fine moire silk satin in his right hand. With a dazzling light, Yan Lu couldn't help squinting his eyes slightly, and turned around.

"I think it would be better for Mr. Yan to shave his beard. With such a beautiful face, Mr. Zhang Liang is probably not as beautiful as Zhang Liang without his beard. In the future, I don't know how many women, even men, will fall in love with Mr. wait."

Zhao Gao lazily said

Hearing this, Yan Lu frowned even more tightly, but his deep black eyes remained unchanged.

thought about it and said

"How dare you cut off your body, hair, and skin from your parents? I dare not do such an unfilial thing."

Zhao Gao gently put the blade on the tray brought in, and took out a handkerchief from his sleeve. The overall color was dark gold, with strange and unknown patterns on it, and a black spider was embroidered on the end. With this handkerchief, he wiped his hands unhurriedly and gracefully, and then put them on the tray casually, with his hands folded and crossed under his face, staring at Yan Lu with long and narrow eyes and said

"You Confucianists know how to do these twists and turns, what kind of body, hair, skin, and parents are so ridiculous. If you are so rigid in a circle, closed and unaware, your Confucianism will decline sooner or later. And..."

Zhao Gao paused, then evoked a mocking smile and continued:

"You have also discovered where the evil tumors of Confucianism are. A series of red tapes and bad habits have been deeply ingrained. It may be difficult to change. Although you are the second master of Confucianism, to me, you are just Yan Lu, and there is no need to do it. unnecessary things."

Yan Lu didn't look directly into Zhao Gao's eyes to answer this question. Faced with Zhao Gao's long and narrow silver-gray eyes, Yan Lu always felt shuddering. It wasn't because he was afraid of him, but... the actions he made out of pure instinct seemed to be just Being looked at by him is like being violated by this person, making him want to stay away unconsciously.

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Actually, Yan Lu is not old enough to grow a beard.

Confucius said: Stand at thirty

Therefore, most men will grow a beard at the age of 30, indicating that they have become truly independent.

Although Yan Lu is approaching that age, he actually grew a beard a long time ago, for two reasons.

One was because he was too young, if he didn't grow a beard, he wouldn't be able to impress the students with dignity.

Although Xiaoshengxianzhuang is a holy place for teaching Taoism and passing on karma, some princes and grandchildren are also arrogant and domineering here. Only strictness can make them obey. Said... It seems that nothing has changed, but there are more and more women from outside the village.

The second reason is that Yan Lu's appearance is too delicate. If it weren't for Yan Lu's adult figure, taller and taller, with a slightly darker complexion, I am afraid that many men would think that he is a man disguised as a woman.

Once a nobleman came to Xiaoshengxianzhuang, and accidentally saw Yan Lu picking orchids. At that time, Yan Lu was still young, his body had not yet grown up, and his face matched the flowers. His eyes were picturesque. It turns out that people are more charming than flowers.

In the end, the nobleman lost his mind and went to ask Yan Lu's master, and the head of Xiaoshengxianzhuang at that time asked Yan Lu to marry him.Afterwards, Yan Lu took a lot of effort to explain to the nobleman that he escaped this difficulty because he was a man.

It was also because of this incident that Yan Lu hated his beautiful face, so he went to the sun every day to tan his skin and practice swords every day to make his body more symmetrical and strong. The warmth in the room became stronger and stronger, but it also made people recognize him as a man at a glance.

After finishing the memory, Yan Lu actually complied with the rules of Confucianism, but...it is undeniable that some of them are ignorant.

However, regarding the body, hair and skin, he thinks that although there is no need to make such a fuss if it is cut, he is more in favor of not cutting it. Over the years, growing a beard has become his habit and cannot be changed.

He glanced at Zhao Gao lightly.

"Lord Zhao, you don't need to say too much. It's already a habit for me to grow a beard, so I don't need to bother you to cut it for me. I'm indeed that old-fashioned and stubborn person. You don't need to persuade me anymore."

At this time, Zhao Gao said gloomyly again

"Mr. Yan is not afraid that I will give Little Shengxian Zhuang..."

Yan Lu glanced at him

"It's fine for adults to do what they want."

Yan Lu is not afraid that Zhao Gao will use force to deal with him and Xiaoshengxianzhuang. In fact...it is too late for Zhao Gao to offer him up at this time. He knows the greed and desire of human beings. No one...can refuse that treasure, but Zhao Gao is like