Yan Wei'er carried her floor-length skirt and stepped up the stairs step by step. With each step, she glanced at all the settings of the inn as if nothing had happened. Everything else was as usual, nothing more than gorgeous and extravagant. The place Feng Chuyang chose was definitely not the best.
Too many times.
But there was a very interesting scene. She was condescending and saw an eleven or twelve-year-old girl, accompanied by her mother, practicing calligraphy. Her calligraphy was very beautiful, but it still did not meet her mother's requirements, so her mother was still there.
chatter.
This scene cannot be seen in the lobby. The counter is very high and the mother and daughter are hiding behind the counter. It can only be noticed from Yan Weier's perspective, which requires great attention.
Yan Weier suddenly had a flash of inspiration. A problem that had troubled her for months suddenly found a solution.
In the past few months, she had nothing to do. Seeing that Xiaowu was very talented, she taught him whatever came to mind. The two attendants were also bored to death. They were locked in the courtyard all day long and did not have to do anything. They also took Xiaowu with them.
Five taught him kung fu.
Although the two followers were suddenly restrained last time and were a little careless, their kung fu is not weak. Even if they are not top-notch, they are still outstanding. Protecting the wife is disadvantageous, which originally made them angry. Fortunately,
Madam has not been tortured too much by Feng Chuyang so far, so she is relieved.
Xiaowu suddenly became the busiest person. He was studying medicine, piano, and kung fu, all in scattered pieces, with only a half-knowledge. Those who taught him were half a bucket of water, and those who were taught were even half a bucket.
Half a bucket of water.
However, Xiaowu really worked hard and often got up early and went to bed late. He started late, so he naturally worked harder than others. The most painful thing was that Yan Weier taught him to read and write.
Yan Wei'er said: "If you can't read, how will you be able to understand those whole volumes of medical books in the future?"
He was forced to do nothing, so Xiaowu studied diligently and even if he could read, Yan Weier was a very demanding person and asked him to write. The brush was so soft that when he wrote, he always looked like a caterpillar crawling. This
This is Xiaowu's biggest headache.
Not long after Yan Wei'er entered the room, he rested for a while and asked Jasmine to call Xiao Wu to whisper. Then he said to Jasmine: "Practice ink and practice calligraphy."
Xiao Wu took a deep breath and started practicing calligraphy. As soon as he picked up the pen, he heard Yan Wei'er's stern voice: "The posture of holding the pen is wrong, no wonder the writing is so ugly."
Xiaowu said nothing, buried his head, and the hand holding the pen began to tremble.
Yan Wei'er's voice became crisper and brighter: "What's your attitude? I just said a few words to you and you're not happy anymore?"
At the same time, Jasmine took out a stack of rice paper from the box that came with her, all of which were filled with the calligraphy that Xiao Wu had practiced before, and spread it across the table.
Among the characters written by Lian, there is Xiaowu’s name: Nie Xiaowu. There is also the name Yan Weier gave him later: Nie Yin. There are also some medical terms and many poems.
At this time, Xiao Wu was copying a poem written by Yan Wei'er and wrote it seriously. He wrote twenty or thirty poems in one breath, but was scolded by Yan Wei'er.
The scolding alarmed Feng Chuyang. Feng Chuyang walked over and stood in front of the door. The door was open. He hesitated for a moment and then walked straight in. Yan Wuchen only dared to stand respectfully at the door and did not dare to enter.
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Yan Wei'er's face turned green with anger: "After writing so many times, you still can't remember the posture of holding the pen. Sometimes the posture is right, and the written words are decent. In the blink of an eye, again,
You've restored your original appearance, are you going to piss me off to death?"
Xiao Wu was almost in tears after being scolded, but how could a good man cry easily, so he had to hold it back and said aggrievedly: "I don't know how this happened..."
The more Yan Wei'er talked, the angrier she became. In front of Feng Chuyang, she seemingly casually grabbed a pile of paper on the table and threw it out the window.
Those pieces of paper were fluttering and fluttering, and they all fell on the street and were picked up by passers-by. Those who had good intentions were already shaking their heads and reciting them, especially scholars and scholars. Their favorite thing was such pink and beautiful things, and they looked straight at them.
Looking at the back of the young lady standing at the window.
Occasionally, the young lady turned her face and revealed a silhouette, which was so stunning and dazzling that it made people stare straight at her.
Yan Wei'er was still scolding her, but later, she simply asked Jasmine to invite the mother and daughter downstairs to the room.
Feng Chuyang didn't say a word from beginning to end. He just stood quietly aside. When he saw Yan Wei'er throwing a stack of papers out of the window, he remained calm and glanced slightly at Yan Wuchen who was standing at the door.
The latter disappeared through the door.
Feng Chuyang looked at Xiao Wu's handwriting, which was crooked. He picked up the model post written by Yan Wei'er and saw the beautiful handwriting on it, the pens were radiant, and the words were like the person they were, clear and spiritual:
Not in my hometown, but in a foreign land, I miss you all the time. Worry fills the window, and I think about it carefully. I laugh at the moon and feel crazy.
This is a poem, probably about the love between a man and a woman. Feng Chuyang has never studied poetry, unlike his eldest brother Feng Chulie, the prince of the East Palace, who is obsessed with talent and has no interest in the country.
He didn't care. A talented woman like Yan Wei'er loved this tune. When he saw Yan Wei'er's face was still red with anger, he couldn't help but laugh. It's really not good for women to be too idle. They even have to discipline other people's children.
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"Miss Wei, why do you have to be serious?" Feng Chuyang advised: "He is a farm boy who has been wandering around since he was a child. He doesn't even have enough to eat. How can he learn to write? How can he do it in such a short time?
Meet your requirements? In this way, you are harsh on yourself and others."
Xiao Wu looked at Feng Chuyang with kind eyes for the first time, and then lowered his head.
Yan Wei'er threw the brush on the table again, and the wet ink splashed all over Feng Chuyang: "It's boring to kill people, and it's even more boring if you don't teach them anything." She was arrogant and arrogant, and she seemed to blame him for not having time to spend with her.
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Feng Chuyang's heart skipped a beat and he said softly: "When we get to Kyoto, I won't let you be bored. You can do whatever you want."
Yan Weier didn't reply, looking both happy and angry.
At this time, the shopkeeper's wife and daughter had been brought into the room, and they were busy bowing to the distinguished lady. With such a grand arrogance, the owner who had booked the entire inn must be either rich or noble.
Yan Wei'er approached the well-behaved little girl and gently raised her pink face with her slender fingers: "What's the little girl's name?"
"My name is Pearl." She answered childishly with her bright eyes open.
"Come here, come over and write a few words for this brother to read and make him angry. Pearl is so small, but she can write well..." Yan Wei'er said and glared at Xiao Wu again. She took
Take the model post and let Pearl write it down according to it.
Feng Chuyang was amused and turned around and walked out of the room.
Yan Wuchen, who had been waiting at the door for a long time, handed all the pieces of paper he asked for from passers-by on the street to Feng Chuyang.
Feng Chuyang looked at each one carefully, and found that except for the poem, there were no other imprints. They were all Xiao Wu's crooked handwriting. He felt relieved, secretly blaming himself for being too thoughtful, and all the trees and grass were in danger.
When a woman has been abandoned by her husband and slowly receives care elsewhere, it is easiest for her to develop love. When he arrives in Kyoto, he will definitely love and pity her even more, and winning her heart is the highest state.
Along the way, Xiao Wu was a doormat. He was often scolded by Yan Wei'er, but he didn't dare to say a word. Fortunately, Feng Chuyang often said kind words for him, which made him gradually feel grateful.
We have arrived at Mukou, and in two days we will arrive in Kyoto.
Just after resting in the inn, Xiao Wu was scolded again. Feng Chuyang had no choice but to persuade him again. He was not really willing to help Xiao Wu, but just because of this, he could get closer to Miss Wei and talk more.
After a few sentences, there was a common topic, so I agreed to this errand.
Yan Wei'er's face darkened: "Feng Chuyang, you are such a dignified prince that you can't be any worse at writing! Come and write a few pages for him and let him see how a man writes."
Feng Chuyang was used to hearing her call her by her first name, so he didn't take it seriously. Thinking about it, he couldn't brush her face off after talking about a beauty like this, so he picked up the pen to write. Just as he was about to start, he
Frowning: "Why do you keep writing this poem?"
"If I can't write this song well, I'll keep writing until it's good." Yan Wei'er's face didn't change, her heart didn't beat, and she pointed at Feng Chuyang: "Write!"
Feng Chuyang was momentarily blinded by her aura, forgetting that he was a dignified prince, holding military power, controlling the government, and directing the country, so he started writing obediently.
Yan Wei'er's ability to find faults was first-rate, and she even gave Feng Chuyang some calligraphy instruction. This stroke was a little wrong, and that stroke could be better. In short, she let Feng Chuyang write several pages in a row.
Finally satisfied, he waved it in front of Xiao Wu with great authority: "Did you see it? This looks like handwriting written by a man!"
Feng Chuyang couldn't laugh or cry. Although he had not had this ambition since he was a child, there were so many rules in the palace that he kept his eyes on. This prince and that prince were all familiar with this. It was just like eating and sleeping. He had to do it.
Although his reputation is not as good as that of his eldest brother Feng Chulie, he can still be considered a leader among the other princes.
When a noble person arrives, the boss will naturally greet him and serve him personally. At this time, the boss with a kind face comes in and carefully asks the distinguished guest when he will have dinner.
Yan Wei'er was obviously in a very good mood, and said with a smile: "Boss, do you know who this rich and handsome man standing in front of you is?" as if showing off some kind of capital.
If she stands with him, his status will be prominent, and she will be respected. This is nothing more than a woman's little thought.
Feng Chuyang smiled and didn't take it seriously. Seeing how naive she was, even such small thoughts were not considered tacky, but rather straightforward and cute.
"The villain is stupid." The boss saluted humbly.
"It's okay to tell you, this is the famous third prince Feng Chuyang." Yan Wei'er was still smiling, with a pinkish luster on her bright spring face.
Feng Chuyang did not stop her from telling her name. It was already on the outskirts of Kyoto and his territory. She was not afraid that Jilian Bino would come to settle accounts with him. She was just afraid that he would not come.
The boss's legs went weak and he kowtowed repeatedly, scolding himself for not being able to discern pearls.
Yan Wei'er said loudly: "Get up." She took a copybook written by Feng Chuyang and said: "This is for you. Take it and frame it quickly. This is the authentic work of Prince Feng. If this word spreads, your inn will become famous.
The world." After she finished speaking, she smiled to herself, as bright as a peony in full bloom.
Feng Chuyang smiled, put his hands behind his back and went out.
Jasmine chuckled softly and said: "Boss, why don't you get up? Is it comfortable to kneel on the ground? I'll teach you a way to make money, frame this thing, ask a few singing girls to sing the lyrics written by the Third Prince Feng, and keep your inn.
The restaurant's business is booming, and maybe one day, the emperor will personally give you a gold plaque."
The boss was overjoyed and kowtowed to the two girls to express his gratitude.