Soon, I saw Jun Qidao's vigorous and resolute actions.
First of all, it was announced to the mansion that the eldest lady was suffering from the cold and that she was seriously ill and needed to recuperate. The rest of the mansion was not allowed to be disturbed. Second, the transformation of me was also in full swing. After all, from a delicate and weak lady to a talented one young talents, this gap is not a little bit.
Xiguo has a system of recommending meritocracy, which means that I can be directly recommended to be an official in the dynasty without having to participate in the examination and selection. On the eighth day of the eighth lunar month, when the new emperor ascended the throne, it was also when I officially entered the dynasty.
Jun Qidao knows that I can only be similar in appearance. After all, in less than a month, I can't have extraordinary wisdom and talent all at once, but he will send someone to teach me all the etiquette and how to learn. Imitation of Jun Shuxing, as long as I can persist in pretending to be Jun Shuxing for about a year, and when the real Jun Shuxing recovers, I can retire.
I agreed, but I also have plans, this is a good opportunity for me to leave the Xiangfu. In the future, without Xie Dongfang by my side, Jia Linglong is a ticking time bomb. Jun Mansion is not safe for me, and for the sake of future life, I propose to move out of Jun Mansion. The arrow is on the string, and Jun Qidao acquiesced. His no choice is the most favorable bargaining chip for me in the negotiation.
Soon, my teacher, a friend of Jun Shuxing, Yin Yi met with me.
Yin Yi was only in his twenties, and his delicate face seemed to have a paleness that read all the world. He was a taciturn person, and there was always a faint smile on his face.
Yin Yi is neither an aide nor a master, neither a guest nor a friend in Jun's mansion. Occasionally, he will advise Jun Qidao, usually only until the point is reached, but Jun Qidao still values him very much. He is a unique being, and Jun Shuxing is also a teacher and a friend. I am extremely suspicious of whether Jun Shuxing has regarded this pale and handsome man as his elder brother.
There is also a young girl named Qiuqiu with Yin Yi. Autumn is beautiful and strong in martial arts, but she is cold and does not like to talk. They are not masters and servants, but they have different honors, and they are not husband and wife, but they are intimate. Qiu never hides his nervousness towards Yin Yi, and follows him almost everywhere. As long as there is Yin Yi, there must be Qiu within ten steps. Yin Yi's doting on her is also obvious.
Maybe Yin Yi didn't realize that when he looked at the autumn, his eyes would be extraordinarily gentle, and the smile in the corner of his eyes was completely different from his usual soft smile. Secretly envious, what a pair of lovers!
Yin Yi wants to teach me a lot of things, such as Jun Shuxing's behavior style and daily habits, such as the customs and rituals of the Xi Kingdom, and the poetry and book gatherings that Jun Shuxing often attends. I have to have a certain understanding.
I am now dressed as a man and pretending to be a gentleman. Yin Yi also treats me as Junshuxing, but there is one problem that makes me troubled. Coming out a decent small character, although I have practiced calligraphy since I was a child, it is not a problem to scribble, but writing such a small character is really embarrassing for me.
Yin Yi looked at the "characters" I wrote on the rice paper that almost became ink balls, and couldn't help but smile.
"Miss Jun, I remember that you used to write beautifully in small letters."
"Mr. Yin, you are wrong! You are in Xiajun Shuxing!" I put the pen down, smiled slyly, and bowed.
Yin Yi was stunned, and Qiu, who was grinding ink on the side, rarely pulled the corner of his mouth. Xiao Jia was ill, and Qiu was now the person in front of me.
"I was wrong. Shuxing, your calligraphy has regressed." Yin Yi's soft smile floated again.
"I threw everything away, and I still can't remember it!" I sat down discouraged.
In fact, I was secretly embarrassed that such ugly characters were actually written by me, but how can modern people write with a brush, this is really embarrassing.
Yin Yi lowered his head and said nothing, picked up the pen and wrote a few words on the paper.
I leaned over curiously, and couldn't help but be taken aback. I hurriedly pulled over a manuscript of Jun Shuxing next to it, and reluctantly matched it word by word. The handwriting was actually exactly the same! Not only are the fonts not bad, but even that thin and vigorous charm was almost created by one person!
"How can your words be so similar?" I looked at him suspiciously.
Generally speaking, it is not easy to imitate other people's handwriting to be similar in shape. If the charm is not bad, it is a little too difficult.
"Similar people have similar charms. I have been with Shuxing for a long time, and it is not difficult to learn his calligraphy." Yin Yi put down his pen and smiled slightly.
He glanced at the words I wrote again, and realized that I was really rotten wood that could not be carved.
"If there is an official memorial in the future, I can write it on my behalf, but remember, don't write at will outside, so as not to reveal your deeds."
I nodded hastily, my heart blossoming with joy, is this a blessing in disguise? All future work is thrown to Yin Yi!
After solving this problem, Yin Yi's face did not relax.
"Is there any problem Mr. Yin can't solve?"
Yin Yi hesitated for a while.
"Books are talented and timeless, and I admire them very much. I don't know..."
He is worried that I can't write poems improvisationally and export them into chapters. I know that my literary talent is definitely not as good as Jun Shuxing, but I have the best culture of the Chinese nation for 5,000 years in my head. There is no problem in dealing with it. If you have to, steal it and use it yourself!
"Mr. Yin, why don't you try writing a book before you learn?" The corners of my mouth curved up slightly.
Yin Yi glanced at me without any contempt. He looked out the window and asked the question very seriously.
"It's about Begonia."
After thinking for a while, I gently recited Su Shi's "Begonia" that has been passed down through the ages: "The east wind wafts through the sky, and the fragrant mist and the moon turn the corridor. I was afraid that the flowers would fall asleep at night, so I burned high candles to illuminate the red makeup."
"I was afraid that I would fall asleep late at night, so I burned a tall candle to light up my red makeup..." Yin Yi recited it several times, his eyes unabashedly showing surprise and admiration, "The idea is very strange, the artistic conception is wonderful, it is impossible to write before. Compare!"
That's natural! What a waste for me to use Su Dongpo's masterpiece to recite at will!
Because of my shocking performance, Yin Yi was very relieved to me, and it was not a problem to learn a seven-eighth image of Jun Shuxing.
In the following days, I will continue to study and practice, and I will also recite some classics of this era, and I am surprised to find that some of Jun Shujing's characteristics seem to have residues in my body. For example, I can only cross stitch now. Effortlessly embroider a picture of a phoenix wearing a peony, with a stiff waist and straight legs, it's not a problem for me to dance a neon dress with feathers. I'm not too happy with these talents. As the saying goes, there are gains and losses. Are these fragments of Jun Shujing's memory really needed for me
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