Coming out of Zhang Xianling's study, Tang Que saw Lin Xuezheng's carriage go away, and then walked home with a gift letter in his arms.

When Tang Que returned to his residence to enter the courtyard, he stopped slightly and hid the box containing the marriage book behind his back.

As usual, as soon as Tang Que pushed the door and walked into the courtyard, Li Yingjun came out of the wing, "I have already arrived home at this time in the past, why is it so late today?" As she said this, the woman handed over the handle of the hot hand towel that she had prepared.

Tang Que was holding something in his hand, so it was difficult to take over the handkerchief, for fear that Li Yingjun would see that something was wrong, so he simply stretched his face forward and said with a smile: "I'm really tired of doing a big thing today, you can help me wipe it."

The two newly bought girls are still in the countryside Zhuangzi, Sister Lan is busy working in the front yard stove again, there is no one in the yard, Rao is so, the woman couldn't help blushing slightly when she saw Tang Que's intimate movements, but the ripples in her eyes were full of honey and tenderness.

"This broad daylight ......", said something unconsciously in her mouth, but the handle of the handkerchief in the woman's hand had been flattened and wiped off Tang Que's face, each time it was gentle and gentle, and slowly the woman seemed to be intoxicated with such warmth, and her hands became slower and slower.

Tang Que originally just wanted to cover the box in his hand, so he asked Li Yingjun to wipe his face, but he didn't expect that the woman's simple action would evoke the deepest memory in his heart. Although it is only a fleeting memory of childhood, it is enough to bring warmth.

At this point, Tang Que became more and more unable to distinguish whether when he and Li Yingjun were together, whether there was more love between men and women, or more of this distant family affection.

Although it is a simple little thing to wipe her face, but when the woman finishes it, her eyes are already rippling, and things between men and women are so simple, as long as there is true affection, no matter how small and ordinary things are, you can reap full joy and happiness.

Waiting for the woman to put away the hand towel handle, Tang Que took a step forward and kissed her March peach-like face, "I'm hungry, can you go to the kitchen to see if the meal is ready?" ”。

Hearing Tang Que crying out that she was hungry, the woman who was tender and sweet immediately walked out, because she was in too much of a hurry, and forgot to put down the hand towel that she had wiped in her hand.

Seeing that she went to the stove room, Tang Que stepped to the west wing where the woman lived, put the exquisite sandalwood box on the dressing table, and turned around and went to the flower hall.

The noon meal is two meat and two vegetarian, plus one sweet and one salty two soups, the vegetarian are seasonal fresh vegetables, in addition to the simmered lamb leg that Tang Que loves to eat, the woman specially ordered to add a flying knife carp, this dish is to take fresh carp, cut into thin fish fillets with a quick knife and dip it in seasoning soup to eat raw.

Tang people's diet particularly emphasizes the word "fresh", this dish is really a famous dish in the south of the Yangtze River, the Gao family is worthy of a good tea and rice, and the fish fillets are cut very thin and thin, which is very good-looking. Although the poisonous widow liked this dish very much, Tang Que didn't move the second chopsticks after only taking one bite, and the stomach cultivated in the later life was really helpless, and he really didn't have a good impression of this sashimi.

"After eating, tell the Gao family's orders, and then eat the meat when it is cooked", after casually ordering Sister Lan, the woman saw that Tang Que was using chopsticks to pick up the rice grains that fell on the table by the side of the bowl, and after hesitating for a while, she said softly: "Ah Cheng, you really don't have to be like this."

Tang Que fed the rice grains that fell on the table into his mouth, and said with a smile: "It's nothing, I'm used to it."

What I eat now is Wuxing rice transported from Jiangnan West Road, this kind of rice is crystal white, and it has the name of "crystal" in the Tang Dynasty, which is many times better than the yellow brown rice that Tang Que ate at home, and even if it is such yellow brown rice, it takes him ten days and a half months to eat it at home. After all, in mountainous areas like Yunxi, wheat production is the mainstay, and if there are no paddy fields, rice is bought with money, and how many people in the farmer are willing to spend this money? After experiencing such a sun and moon, Tang Que, who was born in a well-off family in later generations, is now reluctant to waste a grain of rice.

Tang Que ate quickly, he didn't wait for Li Yingjun and them after eating first, so he went to the study, first to the state city a few days ago, and then went home, not only delayed a lot of schoolwork, but also stopped the practice of calligraphy, he was inevitably a little anxious in his heart.

If you just say these are better, the most headache for Tang Que is the practice of painting skills, because these days are busy, he has never been to Tianfu Temple, the last time he went to Chengning old monk according to the Six Dynasties painting master Xie He "Ancient Painting Catalogue" to him explained the "Six Laws" general theory, originally agreed that the next homework should be to learn the introductory kung fu of the powder outline, this delay of more than ten days, really made Tang Que think of the old monk is a little embarrassed.

He's a terrible student!

"In the past two days, I have to take some time to go to Tianfu Temple anyway", Tang Que shook his head with a wry smile, and wrote two lines of poetry on the paper laid out by the bookcase between grinding ink and pen:

Diligence is a good training, a point of hard work!

Although these two lines of poetry are vulgar, they are indeed from the deep heart and then flow to the pen for Tang Que at this moment, perhaps it is precisely because of this unintentional nature that these two lines of words are better than what they wrote before, and Tang Que himself was also surprised after receiving the pen.

After carefully looking at these fourteen words, Tang Que took another piece of paper from the side of the desk, which was the brush calligraphy he practiced before going to the state city a few days ago, and specially saved it for comparison before and after, and self-verification of progress.

Compare these two, the difference comes out, the words just written down are better than the one a few days ago, Tang Que compared the two words carefully, and he took Zhong Xuan's "Return Post" on the desk with a happy heart.

Zhong Xuan is known as the ancestor of calligraphy, in the history of calligraphy and the sage of calligraphy Wang Xizhi and called "Zhong Wang", the biggest artistic characteristics of its calligraphy is both rigid and soft, the style of calligraphy is simple, the writing is natural and the artistic conception is dense and deep.

Of course, the character of Tang Que in front of him has nothing to do with Zhong Shu's artistic style, after all, the so-called artistic style will only exist after the completion of calligraphy, and Tang Que is still 108,000 miles away. However, although the artistic style is not reliable, but in terms of the chapter structure of each character and the movement of the pen, his fourteen words have some similar meanings, at least on the whole, there is already the taste of Zhong Xuan's original "eight-point method".

After nearly a year of hard work, Tang Que finally reached the edge of the first step of breakthrough, as long as this level can be successfully broken through, it means that he is about to move from the "form" to the more difficult "imitation", until he finally completely grasps the essence of Zhong Xuan's calligraphy.

When Tang Que was holding the "Return Post" and carefully pondering and summarizing the words he had just written, with a burst of hurried footsteps outside the study, he saw Li Yingjun running in with the box, saying that the distance in the same small courtyard was really not far, but because she ran too quickly, she was a little out of breath.

Because she didn't want to disturb Tang Que in the study, the woman went back to the west wing directly after lunch just now, it was noon, she had just eaten and was a little drunk, and her body was originally very lazy, but after inadvertently seeing the brocade box on the dresser, her lazy body was suddenly stunned, and then she tensed up, and the sleepiness that had just gotten up also dissipated in an instant.

There have been four men before and after, although they are all in name only, but for this unique style of gift, the woman is no longer familiar, she naturally knows that this box contains a marriage offering.

The Tang Dynasty did not have a marriage certificate in later generations, but although the name of the marriage certificate contained in the gift letter in front of him was different, its function was like that of the marriage certificate in later generations.