Although it was not Xiumu's turn on the second day, Chu Yu also sent someone to ask for leave. After the doctor's consultation in Lihao yesterday, Doctor Chen asked someone to leave an order. He only said that when Chu Yu gave birth to her real child, her body foundation was inevitably damaged. Now the first two months of the fetus have not been taken care of. If she wants to give birth smoothly, she may be divorced Not a word of support.
Chu Yu took some medicine to soothe the nerves and nourish the fetus at night, and rarely fell asleep. When she woke up the next day, it was already bright outside the window. Only then did he open the curtain and call someone to wait on him for freshening up.
The eldest maid, Qiuyue, came in with the servant girl in the room, and when she saw that Chu Yu was about to get up, she couldn't help persuading her, "Second Lord, why don't you rest for a while, the doctor Chen said yesterday that your body needs to be rested. "
Chu Yu waved his hand: "It's not just lying down all the time for rest, what about Zhener?"
Qiuyue said: "The girl has gone to Xiaonanxuan."
Xiaonanxuan is a study specially arranged by Chu Yu for Zhen'er. It is surrounded by bamboo forests outside and sunny inside. It is most suitable for reading and practicing calligraphy on weekdays. On weekdays, if Chu Yu had a rest, she would teach Zhen'er to read in person.
The Chu family has had hairpin tassels for generations, and it has been a family of bells and lanterns for a hundred years. It's just that the number of people has gradually decreased in these years, and they can only sigh that there is fate in prosperity and death. However, this is the case, the ancestors of the Chu family had three emperor masters and four court ministers, and this kind of family history is one of the best among many high-ranking families in Shangjing.
Zhen'er is young, Chu Yu plans to send her to ethnology after she is seven years old, and now she has hired a teacher to teach her at home. Mr. Xixi is a student of Chu Ming, a university scholar, and now works in the Imperial College. Chu Yu had no doubts about the teacher recommended by his elder brother. This teacher was excellent both in character and knowledge. It's just that in the past few days, my husband has something to go back to his hometown, so Zhen'er's schoolwork is temporarily put on hold.
After Chu Yu washed up, she went to Xiaonanxuan to find Zhen'er. From a long distance away, I heard a young child's voice, reciting with style: "The heaven and earth are mysterious and yellow, and the universe is flooded. The sun and the moon are full and the sky is full. The cold comes and the summer goes, autumn harvests and winter hides..."
Chu Yu's eyes softened, and he raised his hand and pushed the door open.
Xiao Nanxuan's furnishings are quite simple, but if you look closely, you will see the mystery of internal power. The desk is made of small-leaf red sandalwood, and behind the table is an ebony carved antique shelf. Every piece of porcelain placed on it is priceless. Pens are exquisite.
In front of the table, two heads, one big and one small, are crowded together. The younger one is Zhen'er, who is holding a book in one hand and a pen in the other, looking at the people on the side with his head tilted. The older one was Qin Zheng. For the first time ever, he tied up his usual disheveled long hair, revealing a clear and handsome face. The clothes on his body were also well-dressed, never hanging loosely on his shoulders.
Qin Zheng was holding a Zihao pen, lowering his eyes to write something, when he heard the movement, he raised his head and saw Chu Yu who came in from the outside.
Chu Yu is now wearing a rainy azure jacquard brocade gown. She is as tall and straight as a pine or a bamboo. He often wears dark colors in the past because he is too young and holds a high position, so it is inevitable that he will be despised. Only by using those dark colors can it suppress some beauty and appear more stable. Since you are at home, you don't have to pay too much attention to it, and your clothes become more casual. In this way, it seems that it is not as powerful as before, and it makes people feel a little closer.
"Daddy!" Zhen'er cried out joyfully when he saw Chu Yu.
Chu Yu pursed her lips tightly, raised the corners of her lips slightly, went forward to kneel and sit opposite the two, and looked down at the table: "What are you really doing?"
Zhen'er looked in a very good mood today, his brows and eyes were curved into crescent moons: "Daddy taught me how to learn calligraphy."
Hearing this, Chu Yu looked at Qin Zheng who was on the side. It happened that Qin Zheng had just finished writing a note and put down his pen triumphantly.
"Daddy finished writing?" Zhen'er happily took it, and wanted to copy it with a pen.
Chu Yu reached out and snatched Qin Zheng's calligraphy from Zhen'er's hand, and looked down. In good conscience, Qin Zheng's handwriting is very good, the handwriting is strong, and it penetrates the back of the paper. Every stroke is made of silver hooks painted on iron, which seems to contain thousands of troops, and the momentum is frightening. Looking at the character and quality of people, it can be seen what kind of heart Qin Zheng should have, but it's a pity...
"No." Chu Yu slapped Qin Zheng's handwriting on the table with his backhand, and said, "It's really not suitable for such a handwriting."
Qin Zheng raised his eyebrows coldly, and said rather dissatisfied: "What's not suitable?"
Chu Yu picked up the brushwork that Zhener had practiced in the past, spread it out in front of Qin Zheng, and said, "All the handwriting that Zhener learned was written by my brother himself. As the center of the bone, the side brush draws the beauty, the hidden content is subtle, the Shu Lang is transparent, the charm is vivid, and the wind is unrestrained. Zheng Yu, a famous scholar in the south of the Yangtze River, once mentioned a word: Yuyue's handwriting is excellent, and he has great talent when he reads it day and night. I hope Jiuquan will be Running dog, the wheel of the three families is here."
Speaking of this, Chu Yu raised his hand and threw Qin Zheng's pen back into his arms, curled his lips and said coldly: "Even famous people in the world are willing to be my brother's lackeys for the sake of one word, may I ask you, Lord Marquis, where do you have the confidence? , Let Zhen'er abandon his elder brother's book and learn your handwriting."
Qin Zheng was rendered speechless by Chu Yu's words, and the pride he had just now was instantly crushed into ashes. Chu Yu is always like this, so he has nowhere to hide, so he can only swallow this breath, and then Chu Yu's face that should be pleasing to the eye also looks extremely hateful in his eyes.
Qin Zheng was about to speak back, but suddenly thought that Chu Yu was out of the ordinary, and it would be okay for the pregnant woman to be a bit more tempered, so he gritted his teeth and swallowed it back.
If you are so useless, you will not marry the Chu family in your next life.
Qin Zheng glanced at Chu Ming's handwriting, which must be a high-quality work, and still felt a little uncomfortable. He casually picked up Chu Yu's handwriting that Chu Yu liked to read and make notes on weekdays from the bookshelf behind him, and said, "What the second master said So clear and logical, presumably the second master's handwriting is pretty good?"
"Don't move, give me back!" Chu Yu, who had always dealt with all kinds of grievances, suddenly stood up, making a gesture to grab the letter from Qin Zheng's hand.
Qin Zheng subconsciously clasped Chu Yu's wrist with one hand, only then did he see that Chu Yu's face was pale, his eyes were full of anger and uneasiness, being blocked by Qin Zheng like this, Chu Yu's figure was unstable, and his whole body turned toward him. The table crashed.
Qin Zheng was startled, and dropped the letter in his hand. He wrapped his arms around Chu Yu's waist and held him firmly in his arms.
The wind blew through the window, and the fine Sophora japonica flowers quietly entered the red sandalwood table with the breeze, and were falling on the blown hand letter. Through the crushed pagoda tree flowers that are as fine as snow, I can see a line of words on the inscription: the wind and flowers will grow old, and the wedding is still elusive. People who are not in the same heart, but grass who are in emptiness...
The study room was so quiet that even the sound of the wind blowing and falling flowers was so clear, Qin Zheng's mind was a little blank, and the words written by Chu Yu himself were reflected in his eyes.
The words are strong through the back of the paper, and the iron is painted with silver hooks.
Will there be exactly the same handwriting in this world? Of course it will... As long as you are willing to work hard, copy and practice every day, you can write handwriting that is difficult to distinguish between true and false. The handwriting was a little yellowed, which could be seen over time.
Chu Yu...a long, long time ago, he copied Qin Zheng's handwriting.
It's been so long that even Qin Zheng can't imagine it, so long that it's been so long since the prime minister's year, and now it's weak.