Ye Zhenzhen returned to the study room and Cui Weizhen had already finished writing the invitation.
When he looked up, he saw Ye Zhenzhen's red hands. Cui Weizhen frowned and called the person over to take a look. He loosened his eyebrows when he found that the skin was not broken.
"Why are you using so much force? Does it hurt?"
He began to take out things from the box behind him, and took out the hand cream that Ye Zhenzhen had given him not long ago. He had never used it, and it was the perfect moment to wipe her hands.
Cui Weizhen's hands are very beautiful, slender and slender, as white and fair as jade bamboo shoots, as straight as pruning bamboo. Except for the calluses on the fingertips left by years of writing, they are clean and flexible and have no other flaws.
Even his fingernails are healthy, red and moist, like a light blush on jade, so magnificent that it makes people addicted.
Compared to his hands that were made by an artist, Ye Zhenzhen's hands are not only thick in knuckles due to years of hard work, but also covered with calluses. Although Ye Zhenzhen has worn them off a lot recently and uses hand cream to take care of them every day,
But it doesn't work that quickly, it's just not that ugly.
Ye Zhenzhen was worried that Brother Zhen would be disgusted, so she secretly glanced at his expression, and saw that he was seriously wiping her hand cream for her, with no intention of being disgusted at all. She could no longer control the joy in her heart, as if she was stealing
Like a cat that had eaten something fishy, it pursed its lips in silly joy.
"Are you still laughing? Do you know you were wrong?"
Hearing the laughter, Cui Weizhen raised his head and glared at Ye Zhenzhen with a serious look on his face.
Ye Zhenzhen quibbled, "Brother Zhen, you love to be clean. I don't want you to dislike me."
Cui Weizhen was slightly startled, but his face quickly softened, and he squeezed her palm with his fingertips, "Don't worry, I will never dislike you."
Ye Zhenzhen looked at him with bright eyes, her heart was sweeter than drinking honey.
Only then did he make his vow, and not long after, Cui Weizhen was slapped in the face.
Why? Because he started to guide Ye Zhenzhen to practice calligraphy.
In the beginning, he still guided in a gentle voice. After half an hour, the veins on his forehead began to pop out, "Ye Zhenzhen, I am teaching you the five-finger pen-holding technique, not how to grasp chopsticks!"
Ye Zhenzhen blushed and said, "I, I think it's easier to do this."
There is no one but her who can make Brother Zhen, who has always been mature and calm, angry like this.
Cui Weizhen breathed a sigh of relief, stood behind her and hugged her, grabbed her right finger, put it in the right position, and began to grab her hand to write on the rice paper, with a well-proportioned ink, clear writing power, and elegant handwriting of "Yong".
"The words jumped out of the paper.
"The posture of holding the pen must not be deformed, and the brush must be vertical to the paper, otherwise you will never be able to practice calligraphy well."
In the arms of a handsome man, no, in the arms of a handsome man, Ye Zhenzhen was so lustful that she lost her wits. Her mind was filled with alluring thoughts, how could she hear what the other party was saying?
Noticing her distraction, the veins on Cui Weizhen's forehead popped up again, "Ye Zhenzhen, are you listening to me?"
He kept calling me "Full", which showed that he was really angry.
Ye Zhenzhen's thoughts disappeared and she kept saying, "I know, I know, the pen posture must not be deformed, the brush should be vertical to the paper, you have told me hundreds of times."
Cui Weizhen became even more angry, "Then you still made mistakes?"
Ye Zhenzhen got stuck and looked at him cautiously, "Brother Zhen, I feel like I don't have enough strength in my hands. Do I need to do some exercise by hanging my wrists first?"
"You know quite a lot."
After a session of coaching, Cui Weizhen turned on the poisonous tongue mode, "You need to exercise when you hang your wrists, and you can't let them fall when you write big characters. You can make money now, and you don't have to worry about not having enough money to buy paper and ink."
Ye Zhenzhen burst into tears, what kind of evil has she done? Since the wedding night, Brother Zhen has not been vicious to her, and now he is back to before liberation.
Now she no longer dared to play tricks, and kept writing honestly. Until the end, she was really exhausted, and she looked pitifully at Master Yan beside her, "Brother Zhen, if you keep going down, I will
My hands are cramping, can you take a break?"
Cui Weizhen had a handsome face and after confirming that she was not lying, he nodded compassionately.
Before Ye Zhenzhen could be thankful that she was out of the sea of misery, she heard him say coldly, "From now on, I will hang my wrist for an hour every day and write fifty large characters. Don't be lazy. I want to check."
So much homework!
Ye Zhenzhen was like a bird with broken wings. With a chirp, her whole body collapsed on the desk. She was about to turn into a dead bird. She thought she could still save her, so she blinked her eyes and performed the torture trick.
.
"Brother Zhen, I have to do housework every day and I don't have that much time to practice. Can you reduce it a little more?"
Although she is no longer a flower of the motherland, she still needs to reduce her burden!
Perhaps the trick was effective. Brother Zhen, who was selfless in his role-playing, relaxed and said, "That's all, then the big characters will remain the same and the wrist hanging will be changed to half an hour."
This result is far from satisfactory.
Ye Zhenzhen narrowly escaped death and finally collapsed with relief, rolling her eyes and lying on the desk, like a dead fish on the chopping board.
Cui Weizhen looked at her several times, hesitated, and finally asked, "Are you tired?"
The tone seemed a little softer.
Ye Zhenzhen sat up in shock while she was dying. She hugged his waist and cried out, "Brother Zhen, you are finally back to normal. Am I still your favorite little cutie?"
Favorite little cutie?
Cui Weizhen: "???"
No one saw that his ears were completely red and he froze like a wooden pillar for a long time. Then he slowly patted Ye Zhenzhen's back and asked hesitantly, "You, are you crying?"
"No."
Ye Zhenzhen raised her head, revealing her clear and dark eyes, "I just expressed my grievances and excitement vividly."
In ancient times when there were no emoticons, you could only go into battle in person. It was easy for her.
Cui Weizhen: "..."
The redness in his ears quickly faded. Cui Weizhen opened his hands around his waist expressionlessly and said in a cold voice, "I forgot to remind you that the practice mission starts today."
What?!
A bolt from the blue is like being struck by lightning.
Ye Zhenzhen's entire body turned pale, and she said tremblingly, "Brother Zhen, are you taking revenge on me?"
"How can the matter of scholars be called revenge?"
Cui Weizhen's handsome face showed a clear and gentle smile, "I am urging you to make progress."
He was obviously a handsome man with unparalleled splendor, but it made Ye Zhenzhen see the effect of Satan's life-seeking effect. If he went too far, he would be a dishonest man and beast.
No, no, no, her family's beautiful young man, who is upright, kind, considerate, gentle, and has a gentlemanly demeanor, how could he be a ghost or an animal?
She must be confused.
But...but, hadn't she already learned about Brother Zhen's evil deeds?
The threat of the wedding night is enough to prove that he is a wolf in sheep's clothing!
It's all because her beauty blinded her eyes, and she lost her ability to recognize people. She deserved to die because of this.