Zhou Rushui boarded the car and sat down, and the carriage drove towards the mountain.

There was an ice basin in the compartment of the car, and it was full of whole pieces of ice, and the hot air blowing from the window blew into the window, and then dispersed again in the blink of an eye. Seeing that Wang Yuxi didn't speak, and Zhou Rushui didn't make a sound, she happily shook her palms on the ice, looked at the incense burner on the case, paused, and then raised her eyes and took the tea handed by Wang Yuxi. Zhou Rushui, who was holding a tea cup in his hand, still didn't know that the tip of his nose was dripping with crystal beads of sweat, which would not fall, like dew drops on the lotus.

Wang Yuxi's gaze slid over the beads of sweat, and he quietly took a sip of tea, and after a while, he leaned over and took out a bow from the camera obscura, and handed it to Zhou Rushui.

Seeing him hand over a bow, Zhou Rushui was stunned, she looked at the bow with novelty and uncertainty, and then at Wang Yuxi, for a long time, she didn't raise her hand to take it.

The sunlight through the window sprinkled on the two of them, warm but not dazzling. Seeing her humble appearance, Wang Yuxi smiled slightly, remembering the appearance of Xiao Wu who wanted but didn't dare to ask for candy. His eyes darkened unconsciously, and he handed the bow straight into her palm.

Zhou Rushui never thought that Wang Yuxi would give her a bow. Stunned and surprised, she brought the bow close to her eyes and looked at it carefully. After a long time, he looked at Wang Yuxi again, and his face showed innocent expectation for the first time. Cautiously, she asked him, "This is for me?"

As she spoke, she lowered her eyes and smiled again, her white and slender fingertips caressed the handle of the bow, and with this movement, her lilac sleeves also rolled up slightly, revealing a snow-white wrist.

The small bow is made of rosewood, which is different from the stiffness and coldness of the bow that people often use to bend, this bow is extremely delicate and small. The light bow is engraved with beautiful Ruyi dark lines, and the bow is still wrapped with colored silk threads, which is extremely delicate and very flattering to her.

Looking at this rare and unique little bow, Zhou Rushui's bright and beautiful eyes shone brightly, the corners of her mouth had a novel and joyful smile, she reversed the weight of the bow with her palm, glanced at Wang Yuxi again, and continued to ask unrelentingly: "Why didn't San Lang answer?

The cold red sandalwood bow, the soft sister-in-law, this huge contrast reveals the ultimate gentleness and beauty. Wang Yuxi unconsciously softened his gaze, he lowered his eyes and took a sip of tea, and said with a smile: "Yes, this is exactly for the little princess." As he spoke, he stared at Zhou Rushui, and continued slowly: "That day, when Xi saw the little princess learning calligraphy, she was not as impetuous and perfunctory as rumored. On the contrary, the pen is smooth, calm, and meticulous to the point that each stroke is real. ”

Zhou Rushui didn't know that he would suddenly turn the topic back to practicing words, and he didn't know that he would say that she was calm and meticulous when she learned words. She looked up almost stiffly. She thought that he was just leaning on the table that day, looking at the scroll in his hand without paying much attention to her. She thought that if she tried hard to pretend that she didn't care, and pretended to be at ease, others would not be able to see how much effort she had wasted and how serious and hard she was. But it turned out that she was wrong! He casually saw through her disguise and saw her efforts.

Wang Yuxi seemed to see what she was thinking, he looked at her patiently, paused, and continued very gently: "If the wrist strength is weak, the words will naturally not look good. The little princess used to learn words without law, not because she didn't work hard enough, but because she was slow to put down the pen and didn't have enough strength, so the font would always be a little scattered, and the end of the pen was too empty. As he spoke, he smiled, nodded his delicate chin at the bow in her hand, and asked softly, "Does the little princess know what is the highest level of piano skills?"

After a while, Zhou Rushui was completely stunned, and her mind was confused again, and she shook her head inexplicably, looking obedient and asking for advice with an open mind, and said softly: "I don't know." ”

"The heart and the piano are one, and there is no self without the piano. Wang Yuxijun smiled, glanced at Zhou Rushui, and continued to say lightly: "Because her wrist strength is too weak, the little princess must not be able to play a stirring song like "Mountains and Flowing Water"?"

Hearing this, Zhou Rushui was stunned, and nodded with a complicated expression.

Seeing her like this, Wang Yuxi smiled faintly, and he said lightly: "Fuqin is the same as Xizi, if you want to be superb, you need to have wrist strength." If the little princess draws the bow one day, her piano skills will be improved to a higher level, and the combination of pen and hand can also be expected!"

The light and shadow were mottled, the breeze was slow, and with his smile, Zhou Rushui's hand holding the bow stiffened slightly. The soft sunlight shone on them through the window, and she slowly raised her eyes, her large, slightly reddened eyes blinking.

"If the wrist strength is weak, the words will naturally not look good. ”

"The little princess is slow to put down the pen, and the strength is not enough, so the font is always a little scattered, and the end of the pen is too empty. ”

"The little princess will draw the bow one day, her piano skills will be on the next level, and the unity of the pen and hand can also be expected!"

He's like this......

Zhou Rushui raised the bow in her hand, she looked at him, her sweet voice swirled, some worried, some coquettish, and even looked at Wang Yuxi with some flattery. She asked softly, "This bow was made especially for me?" Saburo wants to teach me how to make a bow?"

The shape of the bow is much smaller than that of ordinary bows, and the material is harder than steel but light and precious red sandalwood.

Meeting her expectant gaze, Wang Yuxi nodded calmly and calmly, and he said softly, "Yes." ”

Hearing the sound, Zhou Rushui's slender and thick eyelashes flashed and lowered his eyes. The sun was shining, and tiny specks of dust were flying around her. She was silent, and after a while, when she raised her face again, she had already suppressed her apprehension and excitement, and she said softly: "What San Lang said, but if I draw the bow well, I can practice the words well?"

"Yes. ”

As she spoke, she smiled again and continued to ask softly, "But if I have drawn the bow well, can I improve my piano skills?"

"Yes. "Then why? San Lang said last time, Ao Hong, the teachers are all great talents in music and rhythm, I have taught these two, you have nothing to teach?" Speaking of this, Zhou Rushui smiled coquettishly, laughing like a silver bell, but there was cunning everywhere.

Hearing this, Wang Yuxi looked at her a little helplessly, he smiled faintly, and there were invisible ripples in his eyes, among them, there was a bit of enchanting beauty faintly.

The carriage was chariote, and the dust was flying.

Zhou Rushui was stunned for a moment, and soon, he turned his face and looked out of the car window. At an angle that Wang Yuxi couldn't see, her hand holding the bow tightened, and her eyes were slightly red. This expression seems to be relieved, and it seems that the wish that has not been fulfilled for a long time has finally been fulfilled. If Xie Yunzhi could see Zhou Rushui at this moment, would he regret that he didn't have the patience to accompany her to learn calligraphy?

After a short time, the carriage stopped smoothly in the depths of the mountain forest, and when the carriage stopped steadily, Wang Yuxi took out a delicate quiver from the dark grid, and the arrows on the arrows had been removed and wrapped in cotton cloth. Seeing Zhou Rushui staring at the arrow in a daze, he patiently explained: "Summer is the time when all things are born, and it is not appropriate to kill. ”

As soon as the words fell, Zhou Rushui laughed happily, she quickly took the quiver, and jumped out of the car like a rabbit.

Holding the rosewood bow in one hand and the quiver in the other, Zhou Rushui stood in front of the car vividly, she looked at Wang Yuxi from afar, her beautiful eyes shining. The head of the mantis was slightly tilted, and he raised his hand at him, but he smiled obediently: "It's all up to San Lang." ”

Zhou Rushui is really happy! Just like everyone will have someone to look up to and envy in their life, the sister-in-law she envied the most when she was young was Fu Ling. Even if, since the prince left, Fu Ling has long lost the glory of the past, Fu Ling is still the person Zhou Rushui looks up to and envies. Sometimes thinking about it, Zhou Rushui even feels that Fu Ling is lucky. In a person's life, it is not a pity to have deep love and not be disappointed. After all, there are still some people, like her, who have spent their lives in vain in love, and they have never been favored.

Back then, Fu Ling was clamoring to learn martial arts, and the prince personally taught Fu Ling the whip method. Because of the protection of the crown prince, riding horses and whips, dancing knives and guns, often carrying knives, watching martial arts, many ministers and nobles can't do things, Fu Ling can do it willfully.

At that time, Zhou Rushui was also envious and wanted to learn, but her mother and brother resolutely refused to allow it, and taught her that as a noble daughter, she should be respectful and self-denying, and she must not be as arrogant and reckless as Fu Ling.

Therefore, since she was a child, she has looked at the flamboyant Fu Ling from afar, and since she was a child, she has envied her who can do whatever she wants. She envied Fu Ling for having a mother who did not value her reputation, envied that Fu Ling did not have to be shy, envied that Fu Ling's room was full of weapons, envied that Fu Ling could often compete with the generals under the prince Luo He, and even more envied that Fu Ling could fight with her husbands.

Zhou Rushui always remembered that there was a year of Chongyang, that year, she was still a cardamom boy with a body like sprouts, but Fu Ling was already a delicate girl.

Zhou Rushui stood in front of the porch, seeing Fu Ling coming through the street and beating horses, the soft whip in her hand, and her bright red skirt was delicate. Fresh clothes and angry horses, picturesque beauties, like the bright moon held by Fu Ling and the stars, the glamorous weaving is so flamboyant that the Langjun sister-in-law on the street is fascinated by her. But Fu Ling didn't look at anyone, she only looked straight at the prince Luo He standing under the porch, she galloped towards him, skillfully tugged at the reins, chuckled delicately, gently □□ the soft whip into the jade belt around her waist, and jumped off the horse, arrogantly, trustingly, and willfully and recklessly threw herself into the arms of the prince Luo He. At that time, the prince smiled brightly, and as soon as he raised his eyebrows, he opened his arms to her connivingly and took her into his arms steadily.

At that time, Zhou Rushui was very close to them, and she clearly heard the eldest brother say: "You, you ......" was just that sound, helpless, lingering, and even more pampered......

Even if she thinks about it now, Zhou Rushui feels that this is the most beautiful love story she heard when she was young. "You, you, you ......" is just a sigh, but it has a long aftertaste and affection.

All along, Zhou Rushui wanted to learn some kung fu like Fu Ling, so that she could protect herself at a critical moment. But it's a pity that Empress Lou is not allowed, and Gongzi Musheng is rarely willing to indulge her.

Now that Wang Yuxi is beating crookedly, no matter what her original intention is, she has fulfilled her long-cherished wish for many years, and it is no wonder that she almost cried. She thought, this time the reason for her to learn to play the bow is not ordinary! The reason for her to learn the word is that her brother and San Lang have an appointment first! Gongzi Musheng really has no reason to stop her!

Thinking about it like this, Zhou Rushui was overjoyed, she looked like a cat who had stolen fish, her big eyes were rolling around, and she was smiling like a flower.