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Nie Yao, the Empress of Dayan, still didn't understand Xie Wen's more modern statement. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

After she handed the breakfast in her hand to Chen Jiahe, she was pulled by Xie Wen to sit down on the chair next to her, and then turned her mobile phone to the scarf page and handed it to her.

"Look!"

Nie Yao took the phone, glanced at it quickly, and quickly reacted to what was happening.

Xie Wen posted a video of her practicing calligraphy last night on the Internet, and it was also forwarded and tasted by a Chinese calligrapher.

Nie Yao frowned slightly and looked at this appraisal named Ouyang Shi.

The evaluation is reasonable, it can be seen that this old gentleman has indeed been immersed in the law for many years, and he is very proficient in calligraphy, but it is too exaggerated.

Her words are good, if they are placed in Dayan, they are at most at the upper middle level.

Back then, many ministers in the DPRK and China were better looking than her.

And Yanjing, the sixth prince Qin Mo is truly worthy of the name of calligraphy and painting.

But she never cared how good her words were, and as an emperor, this was not the most important thing.

She can imitate a variety of handwriting, and that's what she's good at.

Nie Yao raised her head and met Xie Wen's smiling little face like a flower, "Is my handwriting really good?"

Xie Wen stopped doing it when she heard her say this.

"Of course, you haven't seen Mr. Ouyang praise you, saying that you are a master of calligraphy!"

As she spoke, she clicked on Ouyang Shi's avatar on the mobile phone screen with Nie Yao's hand, "Look at the introduction of Mr. Ouyang Shi, a contemporary calligrapher and the most authoritative calligraphy connoisseur!"

Nie Yao didn't look at the introduction of the blogger Xie Wen pointed to, but glanced at the calligraphy works displayed by Ouyang Shi in the popular scarf.

Mr. Ouyang will choose some of his calligraphy works to display on the scarf every month.

The one Nie Yao saw happened to be the most recent.

Mr. Ouyang wrote a calligraphy, the handwriting was graceful and elegant, round and charming, it was a good handwriting, but it was far from the top level of the Great Yan Dynasty.

With such a comparison, Nie Yao understood that it was not that her calligraphy was really that good, but that the level of calligraphy in this world itself was not very high.

She laughed it off and returned the phone to Xie Wen.

"Okay, it's not early, it's going to be morning class in a while. ”

Xie Wen's eyes were about to fall in shock, "Hey, no, Da Yao, aren't you surprised? You were praised by Old Mr. Ouyang!"

This has to be replaced by a casual person, who is not happy to jump three feet high, and then show off everywhere. Nie Yao was so calm as if nothing had happened......

Xie Wen swallowed her saliva and continued to follow Nie Yao: "Da Yao, you see that there are many people under my scarf who want to apprentice to you!

Nie Yao packed the books and put them in her schoolbag, turned to look at Xie Wen, "Can Ouyang Shi's praise be exchanged for money?"

Xie Wen was stunned by her question, and hurriedly shook her head, "Of course not." ”

"That's it, I'm most short of money right now. ”

Xie Wen: ......

Chen Jiahe, who had been watching from the side, laughed "haha".

Nie Yao flicked Xie Wen's head before leaving, and Xie Wen was stunned by Nie Yao's movements.

She faintly felt that Nie Yao's personality had changed, as if she had matured in an instant, and she was not at all like a girl of their age.

But I feel that getting along with such Nie Yao is much easier and happier than before.

Rubbing her head, Xie Wen hurriedly chased after her with the book.

Today's morning reading class is Chinese, but after the bell rings, it is Teacher Guo who teaches English.

Ms. Guo is the deputy head teacher of the seventh class of the second year of high school.

The students were a little strange, Mr. Guo put the half-corrected test paper in his hand on the podium, and then explained: "Your homeroom teacher, Mr. Cao, has something to do at home, so I changed the morning reading with me, and today's Chinese class has also been changed to English class." ”

There were originally two English classes in today's schedule, and now three Chinese classes have been added, and at the end of this day, it is equivalent to half a day of English class, and the students suddenly wailed.

Teacher Guo clapped his hands and asked the students to stop talking to each other and hurry up reading.

Nie Yao is nothing, she is proficient in Chinese, even if she doesn't listen to class, it doesn't have much impact, just take advantage of the English class to see more mathematics.

When they went to the cafeteria after school at noon, Liu Siqi and Xie Wen also came over to sit with Nie Yao and Chen Jiahe.

Halfway through the meal, Xie Wen suddenly said, "Have you heard, Teacher Cao couldn't come today because his child was sick." ”

Chen Jiahe was taken aback, "Sick, isn't Teacher Cao's child yet one year old?"

"Yes, it's not good to see such a young child sick, and the doctors in those hospitals are too unreliable now. ”

Nie Yao listened to a few people in silence and did not interject.

From her memory, she knew that the level of medical care in this world was very high, and unless she really had some terminal illness, ordinary diseases would not threaten her life.

And the status of the doctors here is much higher than that of Dayan.

She didn't have to worry about it at all.

Who knows, Cao Weiguo actually took a week off in a row and didn't come to school until Saturday.

The Chinese class of Class 7 of Senior 2 was taught by Mr. Yu, the eldest teacher in the Chinese group of Senior 2.

Teacher Yu also asked Nie Yao a question during class, and his attitude was kind, which made Nie Yao inexplicable for a while.

The 11th High School will have a monthly vacation once a month, a total of one and a half days, starting from Saturday afternoon, in order to facilitate the return of students from far home.

This week happened to be the turn of the monthly holiday week, and as soon as school ended at noon on Saturday, Xie Wen and Liu Siqi went to the school gate with their schoolbags to take the bus home.

The two families are far away from the school and can only go home once a month.

Chen Jiahe's family lives in the south of Jinbei City, and she can take the subway back directly, which is very convenient, so she is not in a hurry to go back.

Nie Yao stuffed the books into the drawer and asked Chen Jiahe, who was waiting for her, "Do you really want to go with me?"

Chen Jiahe nodded, "Anyway, I'm fine, my parents won't be back until the evening, and I'll be alone when I go home, so it's better to accompany you!"

Nie Yao smiled, and the two walked out of the classroom together.

Leng Xiangchen, who was not far away, unconsciously slowed down the speed of cleaning up in his hands, and heard the words of Nie Yao and Chen Jiahe in his ears.

He zipped up his schoolbag, turned around and saw Nie Yao and Chen Jiahe disappearing around the corner, his thick eyebrows couldn't help frowning.

After only thinking for a few seconds, Leng Xiangchen strode out of the classroom.

Nie Yao and Chen Jiahe were going to the nearest hospital of integrated traditional Chinese and Western medicine to the 11th Middle School.

She wanted to prepare Chinese medicine, but she didn't know where to sell medicinal materials in this world, so she inquired with Chen Jiahe and chose the nearest hospital.

The location of the 11th Middle School is in the suburbs, and the surrounding area is basically residential real estate.

There are no Chinese medicine stores, and the most convenient one is the hospital of integrated Chinese and Western medicine.

Nie Yao didn't have the money to buy it, but she just planned to go and see it first, she didn't know much about the medicinal materials here, maybe it was very different from that of the Great Yan Dynasty.

She explored the road first, and then planned which medicinal herbs to buy, so that she could control the cost.