The Emperor’s Beloved Ugly Girl

Meiya's face turned red suddenly, she shook her head in a hurry, and said in a stuttering manner: No, no, I don't even know a few words, how can I have practiced calligraphy?

However, your handwriting is beautiful. Chen Qingxuan looked at the few clock characters again, and then said to Meiya, Do you want to practice calligraphy? Then I will teach you, okay?

Meiya was startled, looking at Chen Qingxuan's smiling face, but another face appeared in her mind...

Don't hold it too tightly, don't your fingers be so stiff, what's there to be nervous about? You're going to break the brush.

I've never held a pen before. You don't even know it. When I saw this pen, ink, paper and inkstone, my calf twisted. I'm not afraid of anything, but these are the only things I'm afraid of.

What's there to be afraid of? It's just like an embroidery needle. Practice makes perfect. Don't be afraid. I'll teach you how to write.

You see, I just don't have talent.

When I wrote for the first time, was it uglier than this one? Sir, he hit my hand at that time, didn't he say so? Just treat this pen as an embroidery needle.

How can it compare with embroidery needles? It's my first time using embroidery needles. It's good, good master, teach me again!

If you don't even pay for ideas, why does Master want to teach you?

Is this enough?

This is enough...

...

That day, in the warm winter sun, she held a pen for the first time in her life. She was really nervous. Fortunately, Zhong Mingwei's hand held hers all the time. Those hands were really big, big and warm, covering her whole body. Her hands were all wrapped inside, and then she was not nervous, and her hands didn't shake anymore. Under the guidance of that big hand, she left ink marks on the rice paper for the first time in her life, and it was also the first time in the strong ink fragrance. , kissed until the dark sky.

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What's the matter? Meiya remained silent for a long time, Chen Qingxuan asked worriedly, Is there something wrong? Why is your face so red? Did you not close the window when you slept last night?

It rained suddenly in the middle of the night yesterday, the spring thunder roared, and the wind was strong, blowing several trees outside.

No, no, I'm fine, Meiya shook her head in a hurry, and while she lowered her head to tidy up the pens, inks, papers and inkstones on the table, she said casually, Mr. Chen, what do you want for lunch?

Why? I just want to teach you how to write, and you're thinking about paying my tuition? Chen Qingxuan smiled suddenly.

Meiya's hands froze suddenly, she paused for a moment, and then hung the brush on the pen holder. When she raised her head, there was no smile on her face. The face that was flushed red just now had returned to normal color. Looking at Chen Qingxuan, he said slowly: Mr. Chen, I don't want to learn to write anymore.

What's wrong? Chen Qingxuan was confused, Why don't you want to write all of a sudden?

I already have a master who teaches writing, and I don't want to find another master. Meiya said softly.

Chen Qingxuan was startled, then leaned over and whispered: It's him?

Meiya nodded, didn't say anything else, turned around and left the room with the Hundred Surnames, leaving Chen Qingxuan alone in a daze at the page full of big and small clock characters.

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The house repairs the door and the window, knocking and beating all day long, talking about it is Pang Yi, even Gu Changlin is tired of hearing it, the old man doesn’t want to stay at home no matter what, so he goes down the mountain by himself In fact, Pang Yi also wanted to go down the mountain. Since he sent Xiao An back that night, he hadn't seen Xiao An again. Didn't go, just sat obediently in the outer hall, listening to the bang bang bang bang outside, my ears were getting callused.

Pang Yi. Pang Yi was dazed in the outer hall when he heard Zhong Mingwei's voice from the bedroom.

Hey! Pang Yi answered in a hurry, then opened the door and went in, Master, did you call me?

Zhong Mingwei sat up from the kang. Pang Yi, who hadn't eaten and slept well for a few days, was so haggard that Pang Yi didn't dare to look at him. He went to make a cup of jasmine tea in a hurry, and put his hands in front of Zhong Mingwei: Master, you first Soothe your throat with a cup of tea.

Zhong Mingwei wasn't thirsty at all, but seeing the lingering jasmine in the cup, he finally took it and drank it one after another. His mouth was full of sores, but he couldn't wait for the tea to cool down, so he just took a cup of it. He drank the whole cup of tea, and he didn't put down the cup after drinking the tea, he just held the cup tightly in his hand, and then said to Pang Yi, Have the house deeds been completed?