After a few days, Wan Niang quietly took out the things in the sleeve to Youwei, Youwei saw that the moon was not in the house, she took it and looked, it turned out that Wan Niang was skillful, wrapped the wooden soles with moon-yellow cloth, and the upper showed off white flowers, Youwei put her feet in, like a full-enveloping canvas shoe with an inner heightened version, she stood up and walked, and it was really swaying, much more comfortable than her deliberately walking on her feet. After thinking about it for a year, I quickly asked my son to buy a small house to live in a distant place to protect his grandson.

Youwei decided not to move around in the last half a year, otherwise she would wear these shoes fiercely, her height was at least seven centimeters taller, and it was too easy to wear it.

Youwei asked Wanniang, "Do you think I like to write?" ”

Wan Niang immediately replied with a smile: "This is still a test for the slave family!" The little lady grew up watching the slave family, so she naturally knows that you can write a good font, and the old lady can't stop praising you when you take it out. ”

Youwei learned calligraphy for a few years when she was a child, and she must have been rusty for so many years, she didn't know if Youwei practiced calligraphy before, but reading books seems to be used to support the façade, because she doesn't read books for so many days, it's not strange to lean on the moon and hug the moon, and Wanniang doesn't have a specific look to ask Youwei to take books and pretend to be a talented girl, it seems that a cabinet of books is just used to support the façade, it's nothing more than Ye Gong is a good dragon, so it's also worry-free, do you want to make up for these ancient books? It's really enough to be full of vertical traditional characters, so it's better to learn embroidery.

Wan Niang went to the cabinet next to the desk and took out a few pieces of paper, and said to Youwei with a smile: "These are the fonts written by the little lady, and the slave family is illiterate, as long as the little lady is happy, it is our happiness." ”

Youwei took it and looked, the font is beautiful, but the strokes are broken in terms of connection, which makes people look unhappy, and most of the Miss Boudoir is hypocritical, nothing more than worrying about the falling flowers and deliberately flowing ruthlessly, or it is for the new word to say that it is sad, and the whole body reveals the mood of children, just one year, the font has changed, and it is also because of the beautiful mountains and rivers here in Baihean, every day when I go out to see the mountains and rivers, my heart is open, the font is naturally chic and proud, and I want to come to such a change will not be too abrupt, right?

Three years is too long, one year is enough. Youwei was suddenly glad that Wan Niang went to the house to intercede, and she said a few beautiful words in front of Steward Zhao, and there was hope when she returned to the house, which was better than losing here.

Youwei flipped through the bookcase casually, but she didn't expect to turn to the font of Yan Zhenqing's stele, which was a long piece of paper wrapped in a cover, and then the paper was folded into the style of a book, but it was much thinner than ordinary books. Youwei didn't plan to read the content, she just wanted to find a copy font for calligraphy, lest she only write a dog-crawling font in public to make people laugh, and the joke is a small matter, and whether she can survive is a big deal.

After lunch, the summer was scorching, the cicadas were chirping heart-rending on the trees, Youwei did not sleep on the beauty couch as usual, but spread out the paper, leaning on the moon and grinding ink on the side, she patiently found the feel of practicing calligraphy, and carefully compared her own font and Yan Zhenqing's font after writing one, and slowly reflected after finding out the shortcomings.

Wan Niang came over with a lamp and said with a smile: "The little lady hasn't written for a long time since she was infected with the wind cold. ”

Youwei put down the pen and said, "Wanniang, how do you see my handwriting?" ”

"Although Wan Niang is illiterate, the words written by the little lady look very similar to the words on this post, and I don't think it will be any worse." Wan Niang smiled and helped Youwei to the dinner table: "Great writer, eat first, don't practice calligraphy after eating, the candle flame is weak when it's dark, and you spend your eyes carefully." ”

Youwei walked over and sat down with her, leaning on the moon cloth vegetables, holding the moon with a teacup for gargling, and after rinsing her mouth, Youwei chewed and ate slowly.

Brush words must be practiced, I don't know how this young Wei composes poetry, if it is a generation of talented women, she is so incomprehensible, and it is a fatal goof, and now I don't know which dynasty it is, poetry or something can not be used indiscriminately, let alone make up the Yuan song, she does not want to tamper with history to lead the trend, and suddenly envy those who have crossed into the alternate history, it is completely "life must be happy, don't make the gold bottle empty to the moon" or a more graceful "flowers float and water artesian a kind of lovesickness and two sorrows", Any sentence of the inventory in the stomach can make people clap their hands and call themselves a talented woman.

Alas, the flowers are written by Li Qingzhao, she knows Li Qingzhao's Song Dynasty, so don't use poetry indiscriminately, so as not to be slapped in the face and look foreign.

How good it would be if it was to cross over to be Wu Zetian or Cixi, but Youwei thought about it and felt bad, if those who wanted to cross the girl, if they could really cross, it is estimated that Wu Zetian and Cixi would have been crossed into a sieve long ago, right?

Haha, it's funny to think about.

Fortunately, she doesn't seem to be dressed in a very famous family, as long as the father is not a character like Wu Sangui who knows when he says it, plus she is careful not to be a high-profile person, and she doesn't rewrite the history that has been fixed, her plan is to kill the Nine Kings and let Ye Zhen Ye Feng continue to live, and wait until Youwei at the end of the twentieth century is born and grows up, and then meet beautifully!

At night, after leaning on the moon and holding the moon to make water, he stayed outside the screen, which is the meaning of Youwei, she said: "I pray for my brother, my heart must be pious, try to do everything myself, the Bodhisattva will be able to feel my sincerity, bless the little brother in a safe life." “

The words are said so beautifully, Yiyue and Baoyue don't dare to serve Youwei to take a bath, for fear of affecting the Bodhisattva's retribution to the little brother, Wanniang also likes this ending, so she didn't emphasize that Youwei had to be served, so these two girls still don't know that their master is no longer the original master, and they are secretly glad that they are much more sensible than before, and they believe that Baihean is a blessed land.

In the next few days, when Youwei was fine, she still practiced calligraphy, slowly practicing, and the feeling she had was brought back. “

Baoyue didn't have any doubts, and walked out directly with the paper, and Yiyue also went out with her.

Youwei saw it in her eyes, and after they went out, Youwei quietly said to Wanniang, who was sitting next to her, sewing clothes: "You go to see these two girls quietly, just don't be alarmed, tell me if you see something." ”

Wan Niang looked at Youwei suspiciously, but put down the needle and thread and quietly followed out.