Wan Qing, who had not yet gotten used to life in the mansion, would not know that there was such a thing going on in the court. While eating mung bean cake, she was thinking about what to do with her remaining free time.
After half a plate of mung bean cake was eaten, Wan Qing was still thinking to herself, but Mo Xiang couldn't stand it. She reminded Wan Qing softly, "Miss, if you think this mung bean cake is delicious, Mo Xiang will eat it tomorrow."
I just want to make it for you. Don’t eat too much all at once, which will make you feel uncomfortable.”
Wan Qing was stunned, her face started to burn a little, and she blushed even more when she looked at the half-empty plate. She didn't know if the half piece of mung bean cake in her hand was good to eat or not, so she just held it in her hand blankly.
Look at the ink fragrance.
"Miss, just eat this half piece." Mo Xiang couldn't help but laugh. It is a good thing for their servants that the lady is easy to talk to, but she is a bit easy to bully. However, the lady is still young now, and the designation will be different in the future.
Seeing that it was still early, Wan Qing lazily leaned on the table and closed her eyes for a while, but she couldn't sleep. Out of boredom, she asked Mo Xiang to get the Four Treasures of the Study. After cleaning her hands, she picked up a pen and practiced calligraphy.
In the nunnery, in addition to practicing martial arts, she also copied Buddhist scriptures. In addition, in the dream, she learned the small regular script with hairpin flowers. The same was true when she picked up the pen. She couldn't help but deny whether the dream was a previous life, but this discovery made Wan Qing even more uncomfortable.
, I finally asked Master to learn regular script. Unfortunately, Master was devoted to Buddhism and was not proficient in calligraphy, so he only learned the basics but not the essence.
While she was thinking wildly, Wanqing kept her hands on her hands. When she came back to her senses, she saw pieces of good rice paper being destroyed in her hands. Zuo Wanqing couldn't help but was shocked again and hurriedly pushed the troubled thoughts out of her mind.
, took a deep breath before continuing to write.
The more I wanted to calm down, the more I couldn't figure it out. Unknowingly, I became a little anxious. I took a deep breath and put down the brush. I picked up a few pictures and looked at them carefully. Finally, I placed it on the edge of the table in frustration.
Look again, after several tossings, the thin rice paper fell to the ground due to the slight wind.
"Miss, are you tired? Why don't you take a rest?" Mei Hong saw that the lady seemed a little impatient, so she took this opportunity to hand over the dried tea to Wan Qing for a rest, while Mo Xiang picked up the scattered rice papers on the ground one by one.
It is best to put it aside.
Zuo Wanqing exhaled a stale breath and rubbed his temples. He was too anxious. No matter what it was, he had to take his time and not do it all at once.
Thinking of this, Wan Qing reached out to take the warm tea from Mei Hong, smelled the tea, but was not in a hurry to drink it. With the refreshing fragrance of tea, Wan Qing felt her heart calm down, and hurriedly grasped this feeling.
, "No need. I'll practice for a while."
After hurriedly speaking, Wan Qing cleaned her hands again, but this time she did not immediately pick up the pen. She closed her eyes and rested for a moment, then slowly picked up the brush, dipped in an appropriate amount of ink and began to practice calligraphy. Her eyes were extremely focused, as if there was nothing but the rice paper in front of her.
, no external objects can disturb her.
Not long after, a popular ancient poem was fixed on the rice paper in the form of regular script. Although there was no big change compared to the previous poems, it felt a little more charming, which can be regarded as some improvement.
Seemingly inspired, Zuo Wanqing showed a slight smile, and did not miss this opportunity and splashed ink again.
Seeing the lady's smile, Mo Xiang and Mei Hong breathed a sigh of relief and continued busy with the matter at hand.
Time passed little by little. Mo Xiang was grinding ink for Wan Qing on the side, while Mei Hong was arranging the rice paper and looking at the burning stove to avoid the cold. Nothing could be heard in the whole room except the sound of slight breathing.
not see.
After a long time, Wan Qing reluctantly put down the brush and raised the rice paper in her hand, "The ink is fragrant and the plum is red, do you think this is good?"
"It looks good." Mo Xiang and Mei Hong replied in unison, and they looked at each other and smiled.
Wan Qing also smiled, knowing that no matter how the word was written, the two of them would definitely say it looked good, so she put down the rice paper in her hand with some embarrassment and looked at Mo Xiang again, "What time is it now?"
"It's almost past time. The Prime Minister should be here soon." Mo Xiang cleaned up the things on the table one by one, while Mei Hong heated up the pastries. In this damn weather, I don't know what will happen if I eat something cold.
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"Thank you for your hard work." Wan Qing took the hot tea and pastries and said subconsciously, which made Mo Xiang and Mei Hong panic for a while before they relaxed with comfort.
"You can just think of me as your sister, don't hold yourself back." Wan Qing smiled bitterly, but unexpectedly, Mo Xiang and Mei Hong both accepted death and refused, so she had to shake her head and say no more.
Not long after, Prime Minister Zuo and Mrs. Zuo arrived together. Before they arrived, they could hear their laughter. Wan Qing quickly got up and went out to greet them.
"It's such a cold day, there's no need to run out. Go in and stay." Madam Zuo rubbed Wan Qing's hair and lovingly pulled her into the house. She looked at the stove in the house that kept lighting a fire, but she didn't notice it.
Leng looked at the two girls, Mo Xiang and Mei Hong, and nodded with satisfaction.
Zuo Jian followed in with a smile, but her eyes were attracted by the pile of rice paper on the table. While mother and daughter were chatting, she took it and looked at it one by one.
"Husband, I just told Wan'er to kiss me. I can tell at a glance. This must be my daughter." Mrs. Zuo was feeding cakes while showing off to Zuo Jian. Mrs. Zuo was wearing a rouge-colored coat today.
Not only does she look graceful and luxurious, but her originally pale complexion has improved a lot, and now she is smiling and full of motherly love, which adds a bit of beauty.
"Who said that, my daughter will definitely follow me. Look at this word, it is quite similar to my demeanor back then." Prime Minister Zuo did not dare to show weakness. He took out one and showed it off to Madam Zuo, but when he saw Madam Zuo's smile
At that time, his tone gradually became lower, and a smile couldn't help but appear on his lips.
Mrs. Zuo gave Zuo Jian an angry look, and carried Wan Qing to the window with the intention of not being the same as him, "Wan'er, look, that plum blossom is about to bloom."
Wan Qing stuck her head out to look, but found that there was nothing on the branches, and she couldn't help but feel confused.
At this moment, footsteps sounded behind her as Zuo Jian walked over, her tone full of endearment, "Madam, this plum blossom was planted just the day before yesterday, how come it's blooming!"
Mrs. Zuo freed up her hand to rub her nose, but ultimately did not answer.
"Yes, Wan'er will follow Madam, follow Madam!" Zuo Jian took Wan Qing from Madam Zuo's hand, teasing Wan Qing while compromising with Madam Zuo.
Wan Qingmao smiled happily to herself in Zuo Jian's arms. Seeing the deep love between the two couples, she felt a little envious. She couldn't help but think of her biological father and mother who seemed to be like this before. But it made her a little sad.