"Third sister, your mouth is really amazing, I don't mean that. Pen Fun Pavilion www.biquge.info"

Pursing his lips and smiling, Yingchun turned his head sideways, and a pair of eyes looked forward to flying.

When she was eight or nine years old, she was pulled by the lazy Xing to help manage the middle feed, and now four years have passed, although the Xing family has not handed over the entire house to her, but it is almost the same.

Years of exercise and the edification of the rights of the position, although she is still the easy to be shy on weekdays, but the original cringe has become low-key.

Being low-key doesn't mean being a good bully.

"My brother said that this was specially done for me and Sister Lin, but there is no more, if I really take it for Baoyu, I will cry."

The eyes blinked mischievously, and Yingchun covered the food with a handkerchief and smiled.

Jia Baoyu was stunned, this kind of Spring Festival was rare in his impression, and he didn't mind it at the moment, but smiled at the Spring Festival with a smile on his face.

"Yes, yes, I was presumptuous, second sister, don't blame me."

To a certain extent, Jia Baoyu is actually a warm man, and he is still very considerate to girls.

Tanchun choked when he heard this, and was almost angry with Jia Baoyu.

"Who is rare."

With a pout, Tanchun was a little aggrieved, and turned his head to Lin Daiyu again.

She grew up in front of Jia's mother since she was born, and she has a special nurse, so she hasn't even drunk a mouthful of milk from Aunt Zhao.

And the result of this is that she has not been close to Aunt Zhao since she was a child.

Coupled with Mrs. Wang's intentional or unintentional guidance, she looked down on Aunt Zhao even more.

In her eyes, Aunt Zhao just borrowed a belly to give birth to her, but her mother is still Mrs. Wang's. So compared with the unfavored Jia Huan, she is better than Jia Baoyu.

Even if there is a flattering meaning in this, so as to brush up on the good feeling in front of Mrs. Wang, but after a long time, there are still true feelings.

But this master is a newcomer, and people's words are so obvious, he is good, and he is trying his best to make up for other people's cold ass with a hot face.

Lin Daiyu smiled when she saw this, and sent her pen to Tanchun, her neck crooked.

"Give."

Tanchun was stunned for a moment, took the pen with a reluctant smile on his face, and Lin Daiyu moved the paper that she had not finished writing with the pen in front of Tanchun.

The courtyard of the willow sheng song, the sister swing among the flowers.

I remember the events of the day in the Spring Building, and wrote to the red window before the night moon.

Who sent Xiaolian. The wax waited for the tears, and the silkworm arrived.

Juanxiu's small letters, such as brushes, the writing of the fountain pen seems a little messy, but it is very clear.

His eyes were slightly red, Tanchun looked up and saw Lin Daiyu still looking at him with a smile.

This poem is the Northern Song Dynasty, Yan Jidao's broken array.

It is about expressing the nostalgia for Xiaolian, a close friend in the boudoir, recalling the old travels, and expressing the feelings of the fleeting years.

Pick up the pen, learn Daiyu's posture, and Tanchun is a little clumsy to make up the remaining two sentences.

How much hatred can green sideburns provide, and they are not willing to be ruthless than broken strings. This year is old last year.

She is not as repulsive and aggressive as she is in her words.

She's just, envious.

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At the beginning of the Great Xuan Dynasty, maritime trade was already very prosperous, and foreign gadgets were not uncommon.

For example, quills, pocket watches, glass, etc., have been around for a long time.

It's just that because of the risk of maritime trade, these things are not popular, and they are usually only used by powerful families.

For example, Jiafu, Jiamu and Rongxi Hall and Lin Daiyu's Fanghuayuan, in fact, the master's room is no longer made of window paper, but glass.

So when fountain pens and their scarce quantities came out, everyone thought they were just imported.

Because of the curiosity about the distance and the cherishing of the fountain pen, everyone was very eager for this thing for a while.

It's not that this one is so easy to use, but because of its gimmick.

At present, all of them are high-quality products, and compared with Western quills, this is a little more convenient, so it is sought after.

However, it is more of an ornament to use, after all, the brush is used to it, and it is still not very accustomed to using this kind of hard pen all at once.

pinching Jia Lian to get off work, Jia Baoyu took Qingwen and wandered around Cangwu Courtyard with some hesitation.

"Qingwen, should I bring some gifts to Second Brother Lian."

Jia Baoyu really likes the two pens of Lin Daiyu and Jia Yingchun, but since the sisters have said so, he can't do anything to take it by force.

He has always been like this, and he is not willing to force others.

Of course, it's more that others can't refuse, and this Jia Baoyu can't see it.

Qingwen didn't have a very good impression of Jia Lian, so she sneered lightly when she heard the words, and raised her chin inside.

"If you really want it, just ask the old lady if you want it, why wait here."

Jia Baoyu was helpless and regretted bringing Qingwen here.

Earlier, he was going to lead the attacker, but the attacker said that last time Jia Lian said that there was a place for Lin Daiyu and Jia Lian, so she was asked to retreat, so let Qingwen follow.

It was a long time ago, it seems that Lin Daiyu had only arrived in Jiafu not long ago, so Jia Baoyu couldn't remember what he said, so he brought Qingwen out with him.

It's the end of the year, although the affairs of the salt department are complicated, but according to Jia Lian's temperament, he is not a desperate master, so he goes to and from work on time every time, unless he is caught by Lin Ruhai.

Talking and laughing with Xing'er Wang'er, Jia Lian spoke to Wang'er.

"Speaking of which, Qiu Tong is already old, you can also prepare, and when I become a relative, you can do it quickly."

Wang'er smirked on her face, and Xing'er coaxed beside her.

Xing'er is younger than Jia Lian, if you say kiss, you can say it at this time, but in Jia Lian's opinion, at the age of fourteen or fifteen, the hair has not yet grown, so let's wait.

The three of them laughed, and when they arrived at Cangwu Courtyard, they saw Jia Baoyu asking questions about Jade with a warm face, and the latter had a faint face.

Jia Lian said that he didn't like the people in his house to pull and pull with Jia Baoyu.

"Baoyu, what are you doing here?"

Surprised, Jia Lian entered the door, and Jade hurriedly stepped forward with a smile and took off Jia Lian's cloak.

"Second Master Bao said that he went to Princess Anping, saw the pens of the second girl and Princess Anping, and asked Grandpa to give him one."

Jia Lian had a box full of all kinds of pens, so in Yu Jade's opinion, that thing was not attractive.

Well, I forgot to mention that Jia Lian also took one to paint a pattern for Jadeite, but was disgusted by Jadeite.

When Jia Lian asked Jade to make an aunt's towel before, he drew a picture with a carbon strip in front of them, and Jade tried it when she saw it, and found that it was not too easy to use that thing to draw patterns, so she simply kept it on hand, and she didn't even want to use a pen that others couldn't ask for.

I heard that it was because of the fountain pen, Jia Lian Waner, and remembered what happened in Yamen today.

In order to get closer to Guozijian's classmates, Qin Zhong deliberately took the fountain pen given by Jia Lian to show off, which caused the envy of a bunch of people. And the people were talking, and the news reached the ears of the Master.

The master of Guozijian is not a gentleman from an ordinary private school. The master who teaches every subject here is famous.

Among them, the one who taught everyone calligraphy and painting was the prince and young master Fang Dai Li, who was shocked after trying Qin Zhong's fountain pen.

He especially likes the Western goose quill, but because it is too thin, it is still easy to use. But this fountain pen is both practical and ornamental, but it has thrown off the quill for dozens of streets.

So I went to the salt department today to ask Jia Lian about the source.