Shen Lanying asked Sikong Yan, "Royal Hunting...... Women are going too?"

Sikong Yan said, "That's right. Pen Fun Pavilion wWw. ｂiquge。 info However, if you didn't marry me at that time, you would still be a princess, and you have the right to refuse, if you have married me, you will be Mrs. Sikong, then it is not up to you to decide whether to go or not. ”

Shen Lanying glanced at him dissatisfiedly, "Hey, don't make a mistake, it's Princess Zhaoying who wants to marry you, not me." ”

"Oh, I almost forgot. The smile on Sikong Yan's face suddenly became a little ill-intentioned, "Then whether you marry me for Zhaoying or not, you have to listen to me." ”

Shen Lanying took a deep breath and pretended to be weak, "Yes." Sikong-sama, what do you want the little girl to do, just as you are told. ”

Shen Lanying's attitude made Sikong Yan very useful, and he thought for a while, "I don't have anything to do today, so you can go back and practice calligraphy." He lowered his head to Shen Lanying's ear, changed his threatening tone and continued, "If you don't write well, you will be punished." ”

"You, what are you going to punish me? Shen Lanying continued to maintain the weak and helpless look she had just now, and added a pitiful look by the way.

"I'll punish you for singing a tune to me, I heard you sing a few songs last time, and I've been thinking about it in my heart. The expression on Sikong Yan's face was clearly saying that he had finally found a chance to watch a free concert.

Shen Lanying blinked, and she suddenly felt that when she practiced calligraphy in the afternoon, she was likely to be unable to help but make mistakes on purpose.

Back in the royal mansion, Sikong Yan took Shen Lanying directly to the house where he lived, and there was no one around, only the two of them.

Shen Lanying sat down and took a sip of tea, Sikong Yan had already prepared paper and ink and called her over.

The template is a poem transcribed by Sikong Yan, and Shen Lanying has already memorized the content, but when she saw the text written by Sikong Yan, she still stared at her eyes and was stunned for a few seconds.

Sikong Yan stood beside her, "What, Changning Fu has read it, have you forgotten?"

"No......" Shen Lanying shook her head and muttered, "It's just, your word...... Why is it so good-looking, eh!" Before Shen Lanying finished speaking, she was hit on the head, and when she looked at Sikong Yan with pitiful eyes, she only saw his serious appearance.

"Don't be a sycophant, write yours quickly. With that, Sikong Yan turned around and went to sort out the books.

To be honest, Sikong Yan really has a bit of the aura of a teaching gentleman, but Shen Lanying is not afraid of him at all, she picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, stuck out her tongue at his back before lifting the pen, and then copied it seriously.

Sikong Yan's characters are different from the style of calligraphers in the history of the Yong Dynasty, which is completely self-contained, at first glance it looks mellow and elegant, and when you look at each stroke carefully, you feel fierce and domineering. Shen Lanying looked at Sikong Yan's words, and silently sighed that they were really like people.

However, she didn't write a few words before she was stopped by the careerist, "Forgot how I taught you to hold a pen before?"

"Uh......" Shen Lanying suddenly realized that she used the kind of pen holding method taught in school, but the pen holding method of the Yong Dynasty was not the same as the one Shen Lanying learned.

In Shen Lanying's time and space, the traditional five-finger pen holding method was popular from the Ming Dynasty, but the calligraphy style of the Yong Dynasty was more similar to the Han and Tang dynasties. And for the posture of holding the pen, the views of the Yong Dynasty readers are the same: how to be comfortable and how to come.

For example, Wang Yichen's way of holding a pen is like holding a fountain pen. However, Princess Zhaoying and Sikong Yan hold the pen with three fingers.

Shen Lanying was thinking about this, but Sikong Yan had already come behind her, wrapped her warm palm around her hand, corrected her posture of holding the pen, and then held her hand and began to write.

"The more fingers you use, the more restricted the pen will be, and the less flexible your movements will be, the four and five fingers are the two least flexible fingers, and life is less used for fine operations, and participating in holding the pen will limit the play of other fingers. ”

Shen Lanying's brain suddenly lost its memory function, and Sikong Yan's words entered from her left ear and came out again. All she could feel was Sikong Yan's gentle voice and the sound of her own gradually accelerating heartbeat.

"Do you remember everything I said?" asked Sikong Yan coldly.

"Remembered. Shen Lanying replied subconsciously, but she didn't expect Sikong Yan to come slowly, "Then you repeat it." ”

"Uh...... "Where did she repeat it, she just cared about being a nymphomaniac."

"Owe me a tune, hurry up and copy it, and sing it to me when you're done. Sikong Yan said, sat back on the circle chair next to him, and read a book while drinking tea.

“…… Good. "Heaven and earth conscience, she really didn't mean to make a mistake.

In the afternoon, Shen Lanying stayed in the room with Sikong Yan to practice calligraphy, and was fooled by Sikong Yan to sing to him.

Shen Lanying didn't have to think about making a mistake on purpose, because Sikong Yan's ability to pick bones in eggs was enough for her to sing all day.

And Sikong Yan discovered a special function of Shen Lanying, that is, she memorized the score very quickly, he found an extremely difficult song score, Shen Lanying read it a few times and memorized it, and sang very well.

Sikong Yan was a little fascinated by Shen Lanying's voice, although her voice was very similar to Princess Zhaoying's, she was much stronger than Princess Zhaoying when she sang, and her sweet and ethereal voice was like a soft light, reaching people's hearts through eternity.

However, Shen Lanying also had doubts in her heart, why the songs chosen by Sikong Yan were very similar to Wang Yichen's poetry style, and the three sentences were inseparable from the love and hatred between men and women. Shen Lanying suddenly suspected that Sikong Yan had either never been to the Qinglou and had never heard these Qinglou classic songs. Either I went to the Qinglou a lot of times, and I was used to listening to the singing style of the singer, and suddenly I changed my taste, and I felt like I had discovered a new world.

Although Shen Lanying had never heard the singers of the Yong Dynasty sing, she could be sure that she sang better than the singers, after all, she had learned to sing professionally.

The process of writing and singing for a while continued until dinner. Sikong Yan took out the first piece of paper written by Shen Lanying and compared it with the last one she wrote, "The progress is really fast, you wrote so badly before, right?"

"No, I don't. Shen Lanying's tone of voice was a little softer than before, "It's because this time I'm imitating your handwriting." ”

"So seriously?"

"That's right...... Oh, no, I was serious about it before. Shen Lanying suddenly realized that when she said this, it was tantamount to admitting that she hadn't written seriously before.

However, Sikong Yan automatically ignored Shen Lanying's second half of the sentence, "In this case, even if you owe me two more tunes, save them first and listen to them later." ”

"......" Shen Lanying suddenly felt that the careerist had come to trick the song into listening.