Now that the conversation was over, the mother and daughter revealed the matter and chatted for a while about other things. As they talked, they talked about making some new clothes.
"I will enter the palace in more than half a month. How about asking the embroiderer to make some clothes for Wan'er?" Mrs. Zuo played with Wan Qing's hair and chatted about home affairs.
"It's all up to my mother." As for clothes, Wan Qing really doesn't have any preference, as long as she can wear them.
While Mrs. Zuo was planning to make a beautiful dress for Wan Qing, and thinking about what kind of hairstyle she should give Wan Qing that day, the room became quiet.
At this time, the sky was gradually getting dark. At Mo Xiang's reminder, mother and daughter hurriedly went to the dining room to have dinner and then went back to their rooms.
At this time, Jiuying had already passed on the information he had obtained to the second prince and was standing behind him, waiting for his next instructions.
The second prince is holding a sword with eyebrows and stars, like an unsheathed sword, only lacking the opportunity to draw the sword. Once the opportunity comes, its edge will be visible. But all this is hidden in his deliberately pretended bookishness, even the tone of his voice.
They are always unhurried and seemingly indecisive. Only Jiuying knows the decisive nature of this master.
After shooing away the people, the second prince took off all disguises, and there was a power that could not be rejected in his tone, "Do you think this Miss Zuo is trustworthy?"
"Back to the Second Prince, Jiu Ying does not dare to make any hasty conclusions. But based on Prime Minister Zuo's judgment and my subordinate's observation today, Miss Zuo is not a threat for the time being." Jiu Ying knelt down neatly and answered in a straight and clear manner.
The second prince's eyes fell on the portrait handed over by Jiuying, and his eyes were slightly focused. This Miss Zuo was good in all aspects. He was afraid that his fourth brother, who was not up to par and thought it was fun to marry a wife, would really pester her.
Not sure. Besides, if it was an ugly monster, it would be easier to deal with, and the fourth brother would give up, but he is still a master who can't find fault. How can we make the fourth brother stop thinking about marrying a wife? After all, the current situation is extremely extreme.
Sensitive, once the fourth brother marries a wife, it will affect the whole body!
"Go and observe for a few more days and then report back to me." The second prince was thinking about the situation and countermeasures. He felt even more depressed when he looked at the portrait. He crumpled the portrait into a ball and threw it aside with some irritation. Jiuying had to pick it up.
Burn it down first to avoid unnecessary trouble.
Wanqing slept well that night, but unfortunately the second prince tossed and turned because he was worried about the fourth prince, and instead remembered the little-known Zuo Wanqing.
The next morning, Wan Qing packed up early and stretched out in the open space while the snow stopped, waiting for the arrival of the mynah.
Ba Geer thought that Wan Qing would be lazy and was still thinking about how to punish her. However, before she got closer, she could hear a slight sound breaking through the air. When she got closer, she realized that Wan Qing was practicing basic moves. She didn't look so squeamish.
, Bago grinned and then regained his serious expression before slowly walking towards Wan Qing.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Bage coming over, and Wan Qing quickly stopped and stood up. Now that Bage was also her master, she couldn't lose her etiquette.
Ba Geer nodded without saying anything, and went straight to the topic, "In my eyes, swordsmanship is all about speed, accuracy, and ruthlessness. Quick unsheathing, accurate strikes, and ruthless strikes."
After finishing speaking, Ba Geer picked up a fallen leaf on the ground and held it in his hand, beckoning to Wan Qing, "Come on, stab. Harder!"
After hearing this, Wan Qing followed the instructions and tried hard to draw the sword quickly, but he did not expect that the wind brought by it would blow the fallen leaves away. Although he was faster this time, the sword did not fall to the ground and missed.
Bago shook his head secretly, he was still too young. Although he was slightly dissatisfied, Bago did not show it. After all, the selection of their shadows was deadly. Only by crawling out of the pile of corpses could he survive.
.If Wan Qing is treated according to this standard, it is indeed a bit too much.
"Learn to predict. Come again!" Bago'er moved the fallen leaves slightly, allowing Wan Qing to draw his sword again.
In order to judge the direction of the falling leaves, the speed of drawing the sword slowed down again, and the dissatisfaction in the heart of the Eighth Brother increased, "Come again!"
After drawing the sword more than a dozen times, Wan Qing couldn't help but feel a little tired. After all, his body was now ten years old. Even if he continued to exercise more, he could not withstand long-term exertion.
Ba Geer signaled Wan Qing to take a rest, closed his eyes and thought about Wan Qing's weakness. Wan Qing's weakness was lack of physical strength. So this point needs to be strengthened, and the rest is not a top priority.
"After getting up every day in the future, run around this yard five times. Let's go here first today." Bago considered the size of the yard and told Zuo Wanqing. As the saying goes, too much is not enough, and the intensity cannot be too strong all at once. But even though it is already strong,
She suppressed her dissatisfaction, but there was still some complaint in her tone, and Wan Qing also noticed it.
Since her performance was unsatisfactory, Zuo Wanqing had no choice but to nod her head and call Mo Xiang to wash up and change clothes again. The others could only make up for it slowly after they were free. Wanqing thought about how to strengthen her exercise while changing clothes.
Put on your clothes, tidy up your appearance and head to the dining room for dinner.
After breakfast, Master Li also arrived on time, and he was particularly concerned about Wan Qing, his future disciple. Not only did he bring his most beloved guqin, but he also brought the guqin he had made by himself as a gift to Wan Qing.
After two hours of teaching, Master Li walked out of the study with a smile on his face, so happy that there was only a gap left in his eyes. When he met Prime Minister Zuo who had returned from the next court, he did not hide his satisfaction with Wan Qing and babbled:
Endless.
The late-arriving Grandma was having tea with Mrs. Zuo. When she heard Master Li's compliments, she couldn't help but become more curious about Wan Qing. Unfortunately, Master Li had used up all her time in the morning, so she could only teach after lunch.
Wan Qing.
Before leaving, Mrs. Li happened to see the red utensils that Aunt Gong had brought, and her eyes suddenly opened, "Aunt Gong, this is not possible! No way! How can you practice the piano if you hurt your hands!"
"This woman must learn to be a female beauty. Your words are really embarrassing." Aunt Gong had also heard Master Li's temperament of saying that wind is like rain, and she couldn't help laughing.
"You see, Miss Zuo is a rich and powerful person after all. It won't be a big deal if this female celebrity doesn't know how to do it! If it doesn't work, then learn it later, learn it later!" Master Li suddenly broke into a sweat and his old face turned red.
Got a piece.
Prime Minister Zuo and Madam Zuo had no choice but to persuade her, but they did not expect that Master Li would not let go. Aunt Gong then smiled bitterly and put away the idea of teaching female celebrities when she had free time today.
After Master Li said goodbye, Mrs. Zuo called Wan Qing over for dinner. Seeing the presence of the palace aunt, Wan Qing became very cautious and smiled bitterly in her heart.
Although I am not afraid to learn these rules and etiquette, I am afraid that if I accidentally use them incorrectly, it will be bad.