Bai Weiwei put the gourd ladle into the water jar, and Mo Qianxun walked forward diligently, rolled up his sleeves and put the lid on the water jar.
Bai Weiwei didn't even look at him, picked up the inkstone and walked out.
Mo Qianxun hurriedly followed, looked at the plain dress she was wearing, and said, "Madam, let me carry it for you. Don't let it spill and stain your clothes."
Bai Weiwei said angrily: "I'm really useless. I have to worry about even carrying a small inkstone, right?"
"How could that be? That's not what I meant, madam." Mo Qianxun smiled naively.
Bai Weiwei became even more angry when she saw him like this. It was the way he looked that made other girls lose their souls for her.
He was so angry that he said without hesitation: "That's what you mean! I don't know anything, I can wash clothes and throw them away, and I do bad things with good intentions! If you were Yanhong, you wouldn't have to work so hard.
.I think you should have promised your aunt just now and asked her to marry Yanhong to you as your second wife!"
Hearing what she said, Mo Qianxun seemed a little angry, shook his head and said, "Madam, you misunderstood me again!"
Xi'er and Ling Qiaoer ran out of the house when they heard Bai Weiwei's tone.
Xi'er looked at the two of them and asked worriedly: "Miss, what's wrong with you?"
"I'm fine!" Bai Weiwei stopped, glanced sideways at Mo Qianxun and said, "Let's go inside and talk."
After saying that, he carried the inkstone into the house. Mo Qianxun paused for a moment, whispered to Xi'er, "It's okay." and followed him into the house.
The two girls looked at each other, and Xi'er made a face. It must be that the young lady's arrogant temper has broken out again, but the uncle must have a way to keep her from being angry.
Bai Weiwei entered the room, put the inkstone in place, and held the small piece of ink in her delicate hands while grinding it.
Slowly, the clear water turned into thick black ink.
Mo Qianxun walked in with his hands behind his back, looked at the papers on the table, frowned in surprise, stood beside her and asked, "Madam, what do you want to talk about?"
Bai Weiwei was furious, threw away the ink block, clenched his fist and hit Mo Qianxun on the right chest: "Whenever you figure out what you want to talk to me about, let's talk about it!"
It seemed that he didn't expect Bai Weiwei to suddenly hit him, or maybe he didn't want to hide at all. This moderate blow hit Mo Qianxun's right chest, and Mo Qianxun let out a low "um".
He seemed to be suffocating for a moment, then his expression remained normal, and he slowly sat down on the bed behind him.
Bai Weiwei is waiting for him to give an explanation.
But Mo Qianxun had no intention of explaining.
This made Bai Weiwei very angry. She ignored him, turned her back to him, picked up the brush and angrily pulled the long tip of the vellus hair, dipped it in ink, and wrote Tao Yuanming's ancient poem on the white paper.
She studied painting and dabbled in various calligraphy techniques. She started practicing calligraphy since she was a child, and also learned some ancient natural calligraphy, so she can write effortlessly.
I wrote a song so confidently.
Her handwriting was large and graceful, and she was afraid that Mo Ling wouldn't understand it, so she used regular script, which was neat and tidy. From a distance, what she wrote looked like square tofu cubes.
Mo Qianxun glanced at her coldly, but she still wrote leisurely and contentedly.
Qikong, who was unconscious of the popularity behind him, became angry.
You two didn't say anything and I didn't say anything, and they just kept spending time like this.
Bai Weiwei has already used four or five pieces of the long white paper for drawing.
After each piece of writing, I picked it up and put it on the side of the table to dry.
I counted the number of ancient poems I wrote and found that there were already twenty-five, which was exactly five pages.
I haven't held a pen for a long time, but now I am writing for such a long time, and I still use a brush. My wrist feels a little painful, so I stopped for a moment and twisted my wrist.