Wumei Shitai looked at Qiao Zhao deeply, for a long time, and suddenly smiled: "Come, write this poem to the poor nuns." Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ”

Qiao Zhao looked at the ink on the table, and said silently in his heart: Sure enough, it is the poem "Will Enter the Wine" by Qinglian Jushi, and the eldest princess has been fond of this poem for decades.

She removed the paper, spread it on the new one, and wrote it with the freshly polished ink pen, swaying freely and in one go.

Wumei Shitai on the side looked firmly on the words written by Qiao Zhao, he was already stupid, and muttered: "You don't see Gao Tang Mingjing's sad white hair, and the morning is like green silk turning into snow at dusk...... Morning like green silk turning into snow at dusk......"

Qiao Zhao put away his pen and looked at Mrs. Wumei.

The room is silent, except for the unknown bird chirping outside the window, accompanied by the early summer wind.

Master Wumei came back to her senses, her eyes were complicated, and she stared at Qiao Zhao.

Qiao Zhao's expression was calm, and he let her look at it.

After a long time, Mrs. Wumei finally spoke: "Who is your teacher?" ”

Qiao Zhao sighed in his heart.

She had long expected that as long as the Buddhist scriptures were sent to this teacher, she would definitely want to meet someone who could write this handwriting.

Who asked her to use her grandfather's handwriting, although her words are still less hot than her grandfather, and her style is far inferior, but looking at the world, in the word "shape", there should be no one closer to her grandfather than her handwriting.

And Mrs. Wumei, the former princess, was angry and became a monk precisely because she was in love with her grandfather to no avail.

The secret affairs of the royal princess many years ago are unknown to the world, and the reason why Qiao Zhao, as a junior, knew it was that year when he came to the capital, because he was naughty and imitated his grandfather's handwriting to tease his brother, and the elder brother went to Dafu Temple to go on a blind date with the nobles in the capital, and the brother inadvertently lost the letterhead, and somehow got to Mrs. Wumei.

On the Buddha's birthday that year, the entire Daifukuji Temple was looking for the owner of the letterhead.

Mrs. Wumei's attachment to letterhead made her feel strange, and after returning to Jiafeng, she accidentally mentioned it to her grandmother, and her grandmother told her about this past.

It's inconvenient to mention the affairs of the elders, in a nutshell, it's just the story of a pair of cousins who fall in love with a man at the same time.

After all these years, Qiao Zhao's words have gone further than the immaturity of those years, so she is sure that the eldest princess will definitely see her.

In fact, Qiao Zhao was a little apologetic, she took advantage of other people's knots, which was not very glorious, but now she has to do this.

"The little girl has no teacher, but she has been practicing Mr. Qiao's calligraphy."

Mrs. Wumei's gaze still fell on the paper, and she shook her head slowly: "The wind god is sprinkled, and the nature is natural, how can such a character be practiced by copying the calligraphy." ”

She raised her head suddenly and stared at Qiao Zhao: "What is your relationship with Qiao Zhuo?" ”

Under the momentum of Wumei Shitai's sudden outburst, Qiao Zhao's face did not change, and said earnestly: "As a celestial person, my heart yearns for it, and it is the greatest honor for the little girl to have the honor to practice Mr. Qiao's calligraphy." ”

Master Wumei gradually calmed down.

She glanced at Qiao Zhao's writing again, and walked to the window.

Outside the window is a linden tree, tall and luxuriant, which shades the entire courtyard in a cool and quiet way.

"You really did it yourself?"

"Can Mrs. Shi believe that some people are born with amazing talents?" Qiao Zhao asked with a smile.

Ahem, she didn't say anything about herself, she was just misleading a little.

"Born to be amazing?" Master Wumei suddenly flashed a man's figure in his mind.

The man wore green clothes, drank spirits, could write the most chic words in the world, and could also make the most splendid paintings, free and easy as the wind, as if nothing could be taken to his heart.

However, he turned a blind eye to the princess's self, but he fell in love with his mediocre cousin.

Things in this world are really unfair.

She hated, complained, questioned, begged, and finally beheaded the three thousand green silks and lived in seclusion in Shuying Nunnery, and after decades, there was only a faint pain and a long-term longing in her heart.

When she heard the news of his death, she just sat down all night, and the next day she went to morning classes as usual.

It's just that she thought that she would never see a trace of that person again in her life, but today she saw such a picture.

It can be said that this handwriting has been passed on by him for eight points.

She had just watched the little girl write, as if she had seen the person writing.

Master Wumei turned around, looked at Qiao Zhao calmly, and nodded slightly: "The little donor is right, there are some people who are born with unique talents, and their qualifications are far beyond ordinary people, but they are poor and narrow-minded. ”

Mrs. Wumei walked over as she spoke, and asked Qiao Zhao in a gentle voice: "Is the little benefactor willing to come to the nunnery every seven days to accompany the poor nuns to copy Buddhist scriptures?" ”

Qiao Zhao smiled: "Yes." ”

Mrs. Wumei laughed and asked again, "What's the name of the little donor?" ”

"The little girl's surname is Li, and her single name is a 'Zhao' character."

"Li Zhao? But the sage is the 'Zhao' who makes people clear with his Zhao? ”

Qiao Zhao lowered his eyes: "It is the sage who makes people famous with his Zhaozhao." ”

Master Wumei's expression became more and more gentle, and she nodded and said, "Go ahead, remember to come over in seven days." Jingxi, send Miss Li out. ”

"Yes." Jing Xi came in, glanced at Qiao Zhao deeply, and said politely, "Miss Lisan, please go out with the poor nun." ”

"The little girl said goodbye."

Qiao Zhao followed the nun Jingxi out, and Mrs. Wumei suddenly spoke: "Jingxi, you personally send Miss Li to Dafu Temple." ”

Jing Xi paused and responded, "Yes." ”

Mrs. Wumei closed her eyes and stopped looking at them.

Got the wrong person at first? Hehe, she saw a lot of these ghostly tricks in the back house when she was a princess, and it seems that the child is not in a good situation.

Since the child was willing to accompany her to copy the Buddhist scriptures, she should also give her some convenience.

Jing Xi led Qiao Zhao to the door of Shuying Nunnery, and the monk greeted her, and when he saw her smiling, he breathed a sigh of relief: "Senior brother, have you already met your uncle?" ”

"I've seen it, Uncle Shi ordered me to send the little donor out."

The monk knew that he was wrong, and said to Qiao Zhao: "Little donor, please come with the poor monk." ”

Jing Xi interrupted: "Uncle Shi ordered me to personally send the little benefactor back to Dafu Temple, and the junior brother will lead the way." ”

The monk was surprised, and couldn't help but look at Qiao Zhao, seeing her calm and quiet appearance, he felt even more strange in his heart, but he didn't say anything more, and led the two to Dafu Temple.

On the corridor, Du Feixue tiptoed over, looked at Li Jiao for a while, and said, "Why haven't you come back yet?" Cousin Kyauk, I really want to see Li San come back with a gray face, it must be even uglier than you two girls! ”

Li Jiao frowned: "Cousin Feixue, don't say that." ”

If this matter is not good today, the reputation of Loei will be completely over, and there will be no eggs under the nest?

Du Feixue didn't care about this, pouted and said, "Cousin Jiao, when is it, you are still talking to Li San?" ”

As the two were talking, there was a sudden commotion.

"Miss Li San is back!"