Li Nanfu's wild grass, Mu Xiyao has been copying for half a year. Today, although it has a seven-point charm, it has always been incomparable to the real work.
Seeing that her face was gentle, her expression focused, and her heart wandered freely while swiping ink, Zong Zhenglin put down the document and was impressed by Mu Xiyao's performance today.
He ordered the little woman to practice cursive calligraphy, because he deliberately made things difficult. Although he knew that Mu Xiyao had been in the study a lot, he didn't think that this woman was actually an honest woman with a solid foundation.
Getting up and walking slowly behind her, Zong Zhenglin stood with his hands behind his back, his eyes were quiet and deep.
Very nice penmanship. She is more resolute than ordinary women, free and mad, and has an inner character. just this line...
"The sincere, the truth is without pretense."
"Believe it."
"People who don't believe, don't know what to do."
"If the husband and wife are benevolent, they will leave if they are not sincere."
Zong Zhenglin recited it twice, only to know that Mu Xiyao came prepared today.
"It was specially selected in the copybook to interpret it on its own. Jiaojiao, you've been careful."
Mu Xiyao made the last stroke, and picked it neatly and sharply.
Putting the pen on the inkstone, Mu Xiyao took out the rice paper and watched it carefully.
"His Royal Highness," turned slightly to the side, looked up, and happened to look into Zong Zhenglin's drooping eyes, and he was deeply aware of the tranquility and turbulence. "Your Highness thinks, what is the difference between the word concubine and your husband?"
The candlestick fire glowed yellow, which made Mu Xiyao's eyes sparkling and clear. No makeup makeup is applied, and the face is astonishingly detailed.
"It's not as good as his mind, the bright moon is in the sky." Taking the rice paper in her hand, Zong Zhenglin focused on the evaluation.
"Your Highness is wise." Mu Xiyao moved a little to one side, tidied up the skirt, and vacated most of the Taishi chair. When he raised his eyes again, there was a question in his eyes.
Zong Zhenglin took the opportunity to take his seat, and carefully rolled up her writing practice and put it away.
"Compared to what His Highness said, the concubine feels that the emotion in the concubine's heart seems more appropriate."
"Oh? What does Jiaojiao think it's the reason?" She simply grabbed her waist and lifted someone onto her lap.
"Since it's a red sleeve and a fragrance, it's okay to get closer." It's not enough to get used to being close to her, even sitting side by side.
Mu Xiyao leaned in his arms with a charming smile, took a deep look at Li Nanfu's rare copybook, and the smile on the corner of her mouth gradually became lighter.
"I lost, sir, because my concubine was not Li Nanfu." If you can't understand others' minds, how can you describe the essence.
"The concubine once heard a sentence, and it was quite interesting. Even if the imitation is exquisite, it has lost its flavor. It is not that the skill is not good, but that it is true."
"It's like a husband who has no wife all his life, wandering around, and the world is home. The wind and snow do not destroy his ambition, and his wealth and honor do not compromise his appearance. It is the king's life, and he smiles and leaves the paperweight alone."
Li Nanfu was very angry. I have been obsessed with "books" for half my life. Even if the prince ordered him to recruit as a staff member, he could walk away calmly and regard his glory as nothing.
"And concubine," Mu Xiyao stretched out her palm, her fingers were slender and pink, and her skin could be broken. "Raised in a boudoir mansion, I have no ink on my chest, and I have no long-term aspirations. I have taken care of His Royal Highness, and I have been lazy and inactive so far."
"Even if a concubine practiced a hundred times as many as today, in the end, it would still be nothing but a touch of delicate flowers in His Royal Highness's palm. It will not become a story of the ages, and it can be talked about by others."
Zong Zhenglin's expression gradually became solemn. Mu Xiyao is rarely like today, and his words are not playful, but surprisingly correct.
Hearing her self-effacing, Zong Zhenglin knew for the first time that the man in his family, who was making troubles in Shengjing, was actually a person with no ink on his chest.
"Jiaojiao has something to say to this hall." Not a question, but a certainty. Zong Zhenglin stroked her back lightly, waiting to see what Mu Xiyao was doing. Today, he was uncharacteristically and made a lot of preparations.
"How about listening to a story, Your Highness?"
Zong Zhenglin raised his eyebrows with a happy expression. "allow."
allow? Mu Xiyao was stunned, then glared at him Jiao angrily.
Your Highness, you put on airs like this, after you ascend to the throne, will your concubine still have a leisurely life? If everything needs your "approval", the concubine would rather be executed first and then play, and then die.
Kissing her between the eyebrows, Zong Zhenglin laughed and comforted her, and it was common for her to behave irregularly. If it was the woman next to her, she would be ecstatic to get his answer. However, when I met her, the proper etiquette was completely ignored, as if observing the rules, they treated her harshly...
"There was a rich family in the Southern Dynasty. The youngest son in the family suffered from a cold and died in two days. The rich family was crying and grabbing the ground, saying that it was the quack doctor of Shantang who had neglected the diagnosis and treatment, causing his youngest son to lose his life in vain, and wanted to sue the Shangguan Ya. , Lord, please decide."
"The doctor who sat in the hall patiently explained many times at first, the cold was too urgent, the boy's foundation was weak, and he couldn't take the medicine. He didn't dare to prescribe a prescription, and he was life-threatening. After that, he was surrounded by the family and abused unreasonably, and finally became angry and angry. His face turned purple, and he walked away angrily, carrying the medicine box. When he left, he left a message, 'The corpse is here, let us check the complaint.'"
"The reputation of Shantang was almost lost after the family of the wealthy family spread it all over the place. The steward hurriedly invited Zuzuo to find out the matter, and both of them were fair. As a result, the Zuzuo checked his body and repeatedly guaranteed that there was no abnormality in the body. ', but it was the wealthy family who wronged the doctor in the hall and the good reputation of Shantang."
"As a result, the rich households even felt that the officials and businessmen colluded and oppressed the good people. Until the Shantang Hall Master personally came to the door, and after a while, the rich household respectfully sent people out the door, not only with shame, but also never reported to the officials. thing."
Mu Xiyao fluttered her eyelashes, excitedly begging Zong Zhenglin for a reward. "His Royal Highness, if you can't guess the reason," said two green fingers, zooming in front of Zong Zhenglin in an instant, "Would you like to lose two hundred taels of silver to your concubine?"
Telling a story would be worth two hundred taels of silver. If Mu Xiyao did this business, Zong Zhenglin slapped her little ass.
"If Jiaojiao can teach Chengqing to agree, you should pay your money first, and then come back to find the main hall."
That kid pestered her to tell stories every day before going to bed, why didn't this woman ask for money? When he has a fat head and big ears, he looks very easy to slaughter
His Royal Highness's eyes were half-closed, and he was hesitant about Mu Xiyao's attempt today. Talking well can also make her disturbed for no reason. What does this woman want to do? Could it be that she did what she did before, but he thought too complicated? Gao watched this woman act
"If Jiaojiao is short, she can report to Tian Fushan." It's better to be stupid, so as not to make up her own mind all day long and cause trouble. It's a pity... Zong Zhenglin sighed, if she was really stupid, she wouldn't be as good as she is today.
Sure enough, as if to fulfill his guess, Mu Xiyao withdrew her fingers.
Seemingly aware of his unintentional out-of-tune, he rubbed his fist on the hem of Zong Zhenglin's clothes, embarrassed, and said, "Your Highness, my concubine was obsessed for a while, and I was thinking wrong. You didn't see it, didn't see it." Pretend to force. Patting the hand that caused trouble, it was just a spring breeze blowing the willows, and seeing the meaning of the Sixth Highness, his eyes flowed.
"Jiaojiao, isn't that rich family in your mouth just like you, digging into the eyes of money, in order to cheat money?"
Mu Xiyao's expression froze, and she raised her head angrily. "Although the rich and noble family are good at abacus, the family in the story of the concubine and the concubine was brought up by a good family, and they don't have those spoiled guts. Your Highness, listen carefully, this story is not about money."
Angrily pulling his hair on the temples, Mu Xiyao twisted and tried to find a comfortable position, and finally solved the mystery.