After Nan Qing packed up and left the house, she saw Mu Yun who was just going out. Nan Qing wanted to say hello but Mu Yun passed her directly.
Er Er teased: "What a joke, do you think anyone is as thick-skinned as you?"
In ancient times, people were relatively conservative. Nan Qing's behavior yesterday must have refreshed Mu Yun's outlook on things.
Nan Qing was helpless: "She can't always ignore me."
Er Er: "Let me remind you, your favorability is not high for the male partner, but your interest is quite high."
"I understand, I'm going to increase my favorability."
After a night's sleep, Nan Qing now feels no physical discomfort except for backache.
Nan Qing went to get hot water and carried it into the house.
Xie Lingmu had already stood up, and Mu Yun was getting him the clothes he would wear today.
Xie Lingmu walked to the table and sat down. Nan Qing immediately handed him a clean and warm handkerchief to wipe his face.
Chen An came in from outside: "Sir, the Li Mansion has sent a message inviting you to attend the poetry meeting."
The banquet most often attended by the son of the aristocratic family is the poetry party. In the spring poetry party, everyone gathers together to write spring poems. In early summer, a hundred flowers bloom, and there is also a hundred flowers poetry party, etc.
Xie Lingmu: "When."
"tomorrow."
"Yeah, I got it."
Nanqing combed Xie Lingmu's hair, and she listened carefully.
After breakfast, Xie Lingmu liked to practice calligraphy. For some reason, Nan Qing took care of the affairs in the study, and Mu Yun occasionally brought in some tea and snacks.
"Xiaoqin, what do you think of this word?"
Nan Qing leaned over and took a closer look: "It's very beautiful."
Xie Lingmu was disgusted: "You can't say anything special in your mouth."
"Young master, please don't blame me if you don't know how to speak when you are young at school."
Xie Lingmu handed her the brush in his hand: "Write something and take a look."
The two of them got along well, and he didn't behave like a monster. Nan Qing knelt on the mat, holding the pen with some trembling, and carefully wrote down a dignified name, Nan Qing.
After finishing writing, Xie Lingmu remained silent.
Nan Qing was embarrassed and said timidly: "I haven't written for a long time. I'm very ugly and stained your eyes."
"It's quite ugly."
"..."
"But it's not hopeless." Xie Lingmu took a piece of clean rice paper and said, "When I'm practicing my calligraphy, you're also practicing beside me. Don't be lazy and take a nap here."
Nanqing was frustrated.
He was clearly practicing calligraphy seriously, but he actually noticed her dozing off.
One morning, Nan Qing was forced by Xie Lingmu to write large characters on three pieces of paper.
Xie Lingmu was full of disgust during his period.
"Who taught you this? The two ends of the horizontal line are the same thickness. You have to bring back the pen at the end of each stroke."
"Xiaoqin, if you were Miss Xie's family, I'm afraid your fingers would be swollen by the master's knock."
"The writing is ugly, but the posture is correct."
"..."
Later, Xie Lingmu held Nan Qing's hand to teach her. He was very close, his chest was against her back, and he was talking in her ear, which made Nan Qing feel dizzy.
Wrapped in the fragrance of bamboo leaves, Nan Qing felt a little dizzy.
I don't know how long it took, but Xie Lingmu put down his pen and hugged her, saying quietly: "I will teach you how to write. There should be my shadow in your handwriting in the future."
"Xiaoqin, sir, can you take me to have some fun?"
"What fun are you looking for?"
"Xiaoqin's hand always shakes when writing. Has he been beaten?"
It turns out that the original owner's wrist had been stepped on.
Nan Qing was confused until Xie Lingmu took her out of the house to a brothel at night.
"Uncle, come and play. Uncle, I miss you so much."
"You haven't been here for a few days. Oh, don't worry, it's still outside. Don't be so hasty."
Sitting in the carriage, Nan Qing felt his scalp numb as he listened to the sounds outside.
Xie Lingmu was wearing black clothes tonight, and her long dark hair was half tied with this jade crown. She looked mysterious and lazy.
"Sir, I...it's not appropriate for us to come here."
Nan Qing knew that Xie Lingmu must know his origin, but he didn't expect that he would bring her to the brothel.
What are you going to do this time?
Xie Lingmu stroked Nan Qing's long hair with his big hand: "Xiao Qin'er, don't you want to meet someone you know?"
