As soon as the words fell, it felt that the air was frozen for a second, and it seemed that everyone was thinking about who said this? Then everyone cheered, everyone looked at Chen Jingze, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, and even Qinglian, who had always been calm, looked at An Lingluo a little incredulously, and An Lingluo's quiet smile revealed a pair of eyes with generosity and neatness. Pen, fun, pavilion www. biquge。 info

Is Mr. Chen Jingze really ready to accept an apprentice? Is he still a female apprentice? Although everyone was shocked by An Lingluo's performance, they couldn't help but sigh when they saw that Mr. Chen Jingze agreed, and he still said that he had this intention...... Chen Jingze's articles and paintings were very popular among scholars, and for everyone, he represented a clear stream, a strange place in the peace, and a lush display of dead wood.

An Lingluo was about to bow to the teacher, but Chen Jingze shook his head and stretched out his hand to help her up, "Lingluo, since I am ready to accept you as my disciple, then, I must choose another good day." As he spoke, he turned to face the crowd of scholars inside and outside the wine shop, "Wait for me Chen to set a good date, and everyone here who can afford me Chen is invited to watch the ceremony, okay?" The scholars surged into cheers, Mr. Chen attached importance to this disciple, and did not want to arrange the apprenticeship according to his usual simple habits, he wanted the world to know that An Lingluo of Minghui Wangfu was his disciple......

An Lingluo nodded obediently, his eyes sparkling...... This is the happiest thing she has ever been to see her mother since she was reborn.

In the backyard of Minghui Palace, Xue looked at Mother Bai with a surprised expression, "The news is true?" Mother Bai smiled and narrowed her eyes, "Of course, but the people in the courtyard of the eldest lady came to report, our eldest lady is really long-faced, and she actually became the female disciple of that gentleman." "The Xue clan is still a little unbelievable, that gentleman's disciple, his own daughter?" Did you say how you received Ling Luo as a disciple?" Mother Bai was helpless, and Mrs. ...... motherly heart, "Madam, it was said that Miss did not report herself at first, and then Mr. Chen took the initiative to ask, and then Miss answered Mr. three questions, and Mr. accepted Miss ......" Xue Shi fell into deep thought, although she was in ecstasy, such a woman had never heard of it...... And such a woman is her only beloved daughter......

The news that An Lingluo worshiped Chen Jingze's disciple did not spread widely, because according to what Mr. said, she chose an auspicious day to worship her again, and the master supported her, and of course she was happy. An Lingluo was in a good mood, Qinglian seemed to feel her mood too, and there was a smile on her cold face......

"Qinglian, how did I let you do last time, have you found someone?" Qinglian nodded, "Miss has found someone, but the matter has not been negotiated yet, and the slave is talking to him to make sure that nothing goes wrong." An Lingluo thought for a while, "Thank you for your hard work, Qinglian, but I really don't want to see Sun Siniang, and I heard Mian'er say that she has been in close contact with the second room recently." After speaking, the corners of An Lingluo's mouth hooked up with a touch of mockery.

Speaking of the eldest lady of Minghui Palace, An Lingluo, everyone has to say that there is no successor to the famous Queen Minghui, King Minghui has no children under his knees, only one daughter, Wen can not be martial arts, very mediocre, people can't help but think of King Minghui when they talk about the princess of the Queen Mother, instead of marrying the youngest daughter of the Xue family, a wealthy businessman in Jiangnan, Xue Chengchen, it is said that His Majesty the Emperor at that time was angry, and in the end King Minghui still married the youngest daughter of the Xue family, the relationship is very good, everyone will attribute the credit to King Minghui, is a good man, not confused by the power and money beauties outside, trembling to do everything himself, and King Minghui passed away last month, which also made the world's respect for him reach its peak, and regret also reached its peak...... They regret the short life of King Minghui and the disgraced wife and daughter......

An Lingluo was practicing calligraphy, and she always felt that she was really not good at writing Yongzi. Mian'er came in with dessert "Miss, you've been practicing for a long time, writing this word, the slave's eyes are dazzled......" An Lingluo stopped writing with a hint of a smile, "What's wrong?" Mian'er gave a thumbs up, "Miss is smart." "The slave maid passed by the Wutong Courtyard today, and heard the maids talking that the eldest maid Li'er's sister was dead, but she was still unmoved and served the second lady every day...... It sounds like this pear is really cold-blooded," Mian'er glanced at An Lingluo and added, "The slave doesn't say that it's a good thing to be loyal to the master, but it's my own sister's ......" An Lingluo quietly wrote the word Yong, "According to legend, Wang Xizhi, a great calligrapher of the Eastern Jin Dynasty, spent a few years writing the word "Yong", "Looking at the young lady's serious face, Mian'er stopped talking and listened quietly............" He believes that this character has the eight methods of regular script, and if the word "Yong" is written, all the words can be written well. Legend has it that Wang Xizhi once went to Tiantai Mountain, and was attracted by the scenery there, so he stayed on the top of the mountain, and enjoyed the wonders of the sunrise and the sea of clouds and fog all day long, and obtained calligraphy inspiration from it. He practiced calligraphy tirelessly every day, constantly washing pens and inkstones, and finally dyed a clear pool of water black, which shows the degree of his obsession with the study of calligraphy. Late one night, Wang Xizhi was still practicing calligraphy, writing one after another on white paper, covering the floor, but he was still not satisfied. Later, I was so tired that I fell asleep on the table. At this time, a gust of wind suddenly blew, and a white cloud floated in, and there was an old man with crane hair and silver hair on the cloud, who looked at him with a smile and said: "I see that you devote yourself to studying calligraphy every day, and you are working very hard. You stretched out your hand. When Wang Xizhi heard this, he stretched out his hand suspiciously. The old man wrote a word on the palm of his hand, then nodded and said, "Your calligraphy skills will get higher and higher." With that, he disappeared into the air. At this time, Wang Xizhi hurriedly shouted: "Where is the gentleman's home?" only to hear a faint voice in the air: "Tiantai Baiyun ......" After watching the old man leave, Wang Xiyi looked at the palm of his hand, it turned out to be a "Yong" word, thought about it all night, and finally understood, horizontal and vertical hooks, dots and skimming, the strokes of the square word and the trick of the shelf structure are all reflected in the word "Yong". Since then, Wang Xizhi has practiced calligraphy more diligently, and his calligraphy has become more free and skillful. Later, when Wang Xizhi and his friends gathered in Lanting, he wrote down the calligraphy treasure "Lanting Collection Preface", which has been passed down through the ages, and praised it to the world. An Lingluo slowly stopped the musk brush in his hand and gently picked up the rice paper, "Why does Mian'er think?" Mian'er's little face revealed a trace of intelligence, "Miss is saying that the calligrapher Mr. Wang Xizhi is not only excellent, but also very diligent, and he is not tired of writing the same words every day, but also derives his own rules from it." An Lingluo looked at Mian'er with an approving look, "Mian'er, what we see may not be true. "Mian'er suddenly realized" Miss said that Li'er didn't look sad, but in fact she was the saddest person...... It's not that she doesn't avenge her sister...... It's ......" Thinking of this, Mian'er exclaimed, covering her mouth with her little hand, she was still looking at Li'er with disdain today...... It's horrible...... An Lingluo couldn't help but smile, "Mian'er, you should know what you want to do." As she spoke, An Lingluo raised her hand to signal her to go out, and she took out a new piece of rice paper and began to continue writing Yongzi......

How could she not understand Li'er's thoughts, she understood her sadness and anger, and she still had to continue to serve An Yangling every day to gain her trust, maybe her heart was already full of holes...... She doesn't use pears and doesn't take the initiative to touch ...... Pears will come to her. Because she is also like Li'er, waiting for an opportunity, lurking in everyone's sight and suspicion, waiting to deliver a fatal blow to the enemy...... It's a pity...... She sighed lowly, she seemed to see her former self......