The twenty-ninth return to the first part of the workshop, watching the Qing business.

Qin Ying looked at the candle flame like a bean, read the silk book and saw the second half of the night.

The next day, when she washed her face, she found that her face was dull, and her eyes were tingling with a faint blue-gray.

Next time, you must not stay up late, Qin Ying clenched his fist and swore secretly.

But Qin Ying just thought about it. Before she understood the two silk books, she couldn't sleep well.

Yuan Laodao's writing is very small, and the strokes are not horizontal and vertical, which increases the difficulty of identification.

Fortunately, he wrote cursive script that ordinary people couldn't understand, otherwise the content of this silk script would have leaked out.

grabbed a few handfuls at the ends of her hair and tied her hair in a bun for her unlong hair, and she finally came up with a way to worry about it.

Taking advantage of the lunch break, she took fifty copper plates and exchanged two charcoal pens for the violet color that crossed the courtyard to the west.

Sumire is a famous painting prostitute in Zhonglu Pavilion and even Pingkangfang, and is especially good at writing about people and landscapes.

She also has a special feature, which is to collect all kinds of painting tools. Charcoal made from willow twigs can also be found in her room.

Sumire has a good relationship with Mei Sanniang, and knows that Qin Ying and Mei Sanniang have been master and servants, so they naturally take care of Qin Ying.

I wanted to give it to Qin Ying as a favor, but Qin Ying insisted on accepting it with a stalk on her neck.

Sumire had no choice but to take the money bag. I plan to find a suitable time in the future to put this money back to Mei Sanniang.

Charcoal is not as expensive as wolf's gold and can be scribbled on the ground at will. When you finish writing, you can wipe out a trace of qiē by sweeping it away with a bamboo broom.

The two volumes of silk books were retrieved, Qin Ying didn't dare to be sloppy, so she sewed a mezzanine on the inside of her clothes and put it inside.

Recently, when she had free time in the evening, she knelt in the open space outside the side compartment and wrote and painted.

The partial compartment is the most remote corner of the backyard of Zhonglu Pavilion, and everyone has already gone to bed at that time, and no one disturbs Qin Ying to study the content of the silk book.

The first volume of silk books is relatively simple and easy to understand, and Qin Ying spent three nights reading it.

Yuan Laodao wrote on it: Qin Ying, you are the second apprentice I accepted, and I am too far away from you to reach you. If you encounter unsolvable difficulties in Chang'an, go to your senior brother Li Chunfeng, who entered the Taishi Bureau as an official very early.

Qin Ying knew about Li Chunfeng. In her last life, she had a relationship with him in the palace.

He also wrote: I have written what I have learned and understood all my life into the following words, I hope you can gain something from reading it.

After reading this silk book, she laughed silently: No wonder I didn't understand it after reading it for a long time, Yuan Laodao didn't plan to let her understand it.

First cursive, then literary. It was not a little bit that embarrassed Qin Ying.

Qin Ying carefully looked at the second volume of silk books, tracing them in the open space, guessing the shape and meaning of the characters.

After another half of the month, she memorized the contents of the silk book word for word.

Qin Ying, who is doing hard labor, has this thought: If you are stupid, you have to work harder. And it doesn't matter if you can't understand it now, just wait until you meet your senior brother Li Chunfeng and ask him......

One day, after breakfast, Qin Ying picked up the bamboo broom in the corner and was about to go out to sweep the floor, but was stopped by the bustard's mother.

"Mei Xuan's procedures for entering the workshop are complicated, and today it is finally done. She was taken by Mo Xiang to the workshop to report in the morning, for insurance, you should follow. ”

Qin Ying nodded in response: "Okay."

Although she thought in her heart, with Moxiang Town, ordinary people probably wouldn't come to trouble Mei Sanniang.

But Qin Ying obediently put down the things in her hand, hurriedly went to the side compartment to change her coat, and then went to Zhonglu Pavilion to find the car used by Mei Sanniang and Mo Xiang.

The little guy who drove the car once helped Qin Ying sweep the snow once, so the two met and said hello, and after a few words, Qin Ying stepped on the wheel and entered the carriage.

From the outside, the car is ordinary, with two windows with light-colored gauze tents, and the logo of Zhong Luge at the end of the carriage.

But from the inside, it's very different. The compartment can sit three people side by side, and there is a small rosewood table in the middle, on which is placed a three-legged small incense burner, and two plates of delicate snacks.

Half a pot of tea soup was boiling on the stove next to the case, and the copper sheet on the spout creaked.

Mei Sanniang sat on the left side of the carriage, holding the stove in one hand and playing with the jade in the other.

In fact, the sky has begun to warm up, but Mei Sanniang was afraid that after arriving at the workshop, her fingers would be stiff and she would not be able to perform well, so she put a pocket stove.

When Mo Xiang saw Qin Ying coming in, Hao moved his wrist lightly, picked up the bulky pot and poured a cup for the visitor:

"Taste it. If you boil it in the water that has melted the first snow, the taste may be different. ”

As soon as Qin Ying sat down, she was so courteous, she was flattered and thanked her with the boiled tea soup in both hands.

But she didn't do much research on tea. I couldn't taste the good or bad when I took a sip, and I drank it slowly with the rickety car.

After a while, Qin Ying listened to Mei Sanniang put down the teacup and said, "After picking the first snow contained in the petals, the tea brewed is really good." Coupled with Moxiang's skills in making tea, it just complements each other. ”

"It's a pity that the recent popular spices have been added, and some of them spoil the taste." Mo Xiang rubbed the thin glaze of the cup.

They chatted about elegance, and drove to Changle Fang without stopping.

Chang'an City is divided equally by Suzaku Street, so many places are symmetrical, and there are even two teaching workshops.

The West Church is in Changle Fang, and the East Church is in Guangzhai Fang. At that time, people respected the left, and the office of the teaching workshop was located in Changle Fang.

Listening to the sound of the wheels outside the window gradually stopped, Qin Ying opened the curtain and looked over, and what caught his eye was a row of low walls, and through the carved lattices on the wall, several pillars could be seen.

The little guy who drove the car opened a side door for them, Qin Ying helped Mu Peng jump out of the car, and then took Mo Xiang and Mei Sanniang next.

Mo Xiang did not immediately lead Mei Sanniang into the workshop, but sorted out Mei Sanniang's folded skirt.

"There are a lot of people in the workshop. You have to be dignified in order to silence the tongue of those people. ”

After saying that, Mo Xiang turned around and showed the certificate to the soldiers guarding the door of the workshop.

The two soldiers confirmed Mo Xiang's identity and opened the locked door.

Mei Sanniang completed the signing and registration under the guidance of the deputy envoy of the teaching workshop, and was led to the rehearsal room by Mo Xiang.

Mo Xiang pushed open the paper door, owed her waist and took off her embroidered shoes. Mei Sanniang and Qin Ying also learned to go in.

There is a dragon burning in the rehearsal room, and it won't be cold to step on it in ramie socks.

It's not time for formal rehearsals, and the girls are laughing. Seeing Mo Xiang coming in with two people, they all looked up.

Mei Sanniang blushed slightly, walked to the position of the flute in small steps, and sat down on her knees.

Qin Ying lowered her head and walked to the end of the rehearsal room. There were gathered the maids of the church.

Seeing the servants sitting motionless at the back, maintaining the appearance of watching their eyes and nose and nose, Qin Ying came in with some regrets.

I wanted to stay quietly until the end of the rehearsal, but Qin Ying listened to the girls in the teaching workshop in front of her.

“…… She sat down, and it was a sitting trick. ”

"Look at the musical instrument on her waist, it turns out that she is the lady who can play jade?"

"What about the sitting tricks? It's just a person who came in by virtue of his relationship with the powerful people in the DPRK and China. ”

The Church Rakuko consists of two parts: standing and sitting. The seated dance is the first part of the workshop, and when playing musical instruments, it will be closer to the guests.

"Everyone is working together in the workshop, so why be cynical about the newcomers?" Mo Xiang had just changed her dance costume in the ear room, and came out to relieve the siege at this time.

Mo Xiang is considered to be the patriarch of the workshop, and he is also a good person. So he has a lot of prestige among the women in the church.

The delicate female voice suddenly came from the place where the station was playing: "It's really unfair to us that the newcomer is directly promoted to the sitting department."

When Qin Ying heard this sweet and greasy sound, she had goosebumps all over her body.

The lady deliberately spoke loudly, causing everyone to listen to her word for word. Immediately, the rehearsal room was in an uproar.

Seeing that the situation couldn't be controlled, Qin Ying shook his sleeves and said, "High position, those who are capable can let it go." If you haven't heard Mei Xuan's tunes, how can you judge whether she is worthy of the position of the teacher? ”

Qin Ying unconsciously used the sentence that Hou Junji had said to Mei Sanniang.

The paper door was gently pulled open, and a slender figure was cast onto the rehearsal room.

"-Then after listening to it, we will talk about whether it is worthy or not." The man stroked the hem of his shirt and came in barefoot.

"See, see the Workshop Envoy." The women bowed their heads to the men.

(Author's words: Happy Christmas Eve, everyone~~)