Nanxiu was so bored that she pulled out the pen in her hand. "Why hasn't that sister come yet?" she said to herself.
Turning around, I saw a woman wearing a white gauze bamboo hat walking towards me. She had a slim and upright figure, as straight as a tall bamboo.
Nan Xiu smiled and walked up to him, holding his long sleeve, "Sister, are you the one who taught me how to write?"
He waved his sleeve and shook her hand away.
Nanxiu apologized quickly, "I was rude, I'm sorry, sister."
Cui Ying was about to speak, but was interrupted by her, so he had to shut up.
"Sister, why are you wearing a hat and a long veil? I can't even see what you look like."
She called her a sister, and Cui Ying knew that it must have something to do with his wife. He wanted to see what the woman was planning, so he kept silent and did not reveal the man's voice.
"Sister, why are you ignoring me?" Nanxiu asked him, "What did my sister eat to grow so tall? She is a head taller than me. I am already taller than several embroidered sisters, but you are actually taller than me." It's still high..." She rambled on, not noticing that the person in front of her didn't want to hear her nonsense at all.
He gently opened his long sleeve, revealing a piece of skin covered in red rashes.
Nan Xiu quickly covered her mouth, "So that's it. It's also on your face? Oh, no wonder you don't let me touch you. Is this rash spreadable from person to person?"
He didn't want to see her stupid smile, so he turned around to pick up the pen on the stone table, but he picked up a pen without bristles. He held the pen in his hand for a long time. Nan Xiu felt embarrassed and took the pen with a smile. , he quickly withdrew his hand from touching her.
"You didn't come just now. I felt bored, so I just played with my pen."
Cui Ying nodded, feeling even more disgusted with this embroiderer who could only giggle.
The paper was spread out on the table, and Nanxiu learned to write according to his example.
She learned everything slowly, but she was serious and not distracted at all.
"Sister, can you teach me how to write my name?"
He nodded.
"My name is Nanxiu. I heard from my grandpa that my mother gave me this name when I was a child. My family calls me Axiu. The teacher at the private school said that my appearance is "elegant in appearance, childish in beauty", not Embroidery by the embroiderer." Nanxiu emphasized.
Hearing her say this, Cui Ying turned his head slightly to look at her and gently wrote the word "show".
"So this is Xiu. By the way, there is also my last name. My south is south, south, east, west, south. Can you write it?"
He nodded and wrote the word "nan" again.
Nanxiu picked up the piece of paper and sighed, "My sister's handwriting is so beautiful."
He felt that her flattery was too unappreciative.
"Sister, I didn't say this because I wanted to please you." She seemed to have read through his mind. "Although I have never learned to write, I saw a lot of words in the palace, as well as words on calligraphy and paintings. I I have seen them all, and your handwriting is not inferior to theirs at all."
As she spoke, she took out the candied fruit in her sleeve and gave it to him, "Sister, this is for you to eat. I made it myself. It's so sweet!"
He hit her on the head with his pen.
"It hurts. I know. You asked me to write seriously." She put down the candied fruit and started writing her name again.
The next day she brought a small jar of ointment and offered it to him with both hands, but he didn't want it.
"Sister, this is the medicine I specially asked Xiu Niang to bring you. Sister Ruan brought it to me. Sister Ruan said that this medicine can cure any rash without leaving any scars."
Cui Ying pushed the medicine away, instead of taking it, and pushed her to the ground with a gentle push. He never thought that a woman was so weak that he could hurt her without any effort.
The ointment fell on the ground and the white porcelain jar broke into several pieces. Nan Xiu was a little angry and said angrily while cleaning it up, "This medicine is so expensive? It costs fifty cents. I have saved it for a long time."
Cui Ying grabbed her hand through her sleeve and told her not to spray the fragments again, but it was too late. Nanxiu's finger was pricked, and blood flowed drop by drop.
"Bleeding." She muttered.
Cui Ying had no choice but to take out a piece of gold from his arms and throw it to her, thinking that she would stop talking. He really didn't understand how there could be such a noisy woman.
Nan Xiu was stunned, "I want to give it to you, not let you buy it. Why did you give me the money?"
"Give it back to you." She threw the gold to him again.
It was thrown incorrectly and hit his veil. Nanxiu saw one of his eyes for a moment. It seemed to be ink color, but there seemed to be some imperceptible ink blue in the deep part of the ink color. Such eye color was really... Like the little fox or deer I saw in the wild when I was a child, they are clean and transparent, and their eyes are shining with strange brightness.
Just one look and she stayed where she was.
Cui Ying didn't think she saw him. It was just for a moment, and the veil was not lifted much.
He knelt down and wrapped a handkerchief around him to pick up the fragments.
Nanxiu said slowly, "Sister's eyes are so beautiful."
The white porcelain pieces in his handkerchief suddenly fell apart. He was about to get straight to the point and say that he was indeed a man, but she interrupted him again.
"Then sister must cure the rash on her face, otherwise all her beauty will be in vain."
He breathed a sigh of relief, but for a moment he felt that he had followed her and it didn't matter whether she knew who he was or not.
After cleaning up the mess, Nanxiu showed him the calligraphy he learned yesterday and said, "Look, the calligraphy I wrote is exactly the same as yours. I will write the same beautiful calligraphy as you in the future. Grandpa will be very happy."
Cui Ying was surprised. In just one day, she was able to imitate 60% of his handwriting. She was really hardworking and clever.
Today I will officially start teaching her how to write.
Cui Ying never thought that one day she would be able to beat someone with a wicker stick.
She was lying on the table while writing. At first, he just poked her shoulder with a willow branch. She reacted and sat upright quickly, but she couldn't hold the incense stick in this posture.
"Tired, writing is more tiring than embroidery." Nanxiu summed up the experience.
He taught for thirteen days and was angry for thirteen days. He really didn't know how she could learn so slowly. But without him teaching her, she would have made rapid progress. This made Cui Ying puzzled. Could it be that she had Cui Ying was suspicious of others helping.
One day, Nanxiu suddenly wrote and said, "Sister, do you often go to the front yard?"
The front yard is where men go. Only the maids in the lady's courtyard can occasionally go with the lady. They, the female relatives, are not allowed to leave the back house.
He didn't know what she meant and nodded.
"Then do you know Cui Zhonghe?"
Cui Ying was stunned for a while, that was his name. When he entered the Duke's mansion, the Duke gave him a nickname, Zhonghe, because when he first entered the mansion, he was not kind to anyone, so the Duke said, Be kinder and his eyes will be more attractive.
"You don't know him? How could it be? I heard that he is a wizard among the staff. I heard that he carved the jade Guanyin that the Duke took away last time and gave it to the Empress Dowager. !”
(End of chapter)