The casserole was already burning on the stove, and wisps of medicinal fragrance spread out.

For most people, the smell of medicine is not very good.

Although Granny Ouyang is old, she still doesn't like this smell very much.

What she couldn't stand the most was Gu Shendui's distrust.

What is called worrying that she will be burned, this is clearly worrying that she will pour out the medicine.

Gu Shendui didn't care how much Granny Ouyang knew, after cooking the medicine, it was not too late to watch the patient drink the medicine and leave, it happened that there was a celebration banquet being prepared over there, and it was a waste of time for her to go.

It's better to squat here to cook medicine, and she also brought paper and pen by the way to continue writing here.

The mother-in-law screamed tentatively, but Gu Shendui ignored her, and she didn't mean to satisfy her thoughts. Angry, she turned around twice in place and didn't say a word.

The medicine in the casserole has been cooked, and she knows that her body is important in the end, so that she will not waste things in vain.

It's just a little boring, and it can't really be regarded as if this big living person is not there, so I can't hold back my curiosity and walk over to take a look.

"Your handwriting doesn't look very good, like a child who has just started school."

It can only be said that the stroke by stroke is more serious, but there is no style at all, there are rules, and it will not be too embarrassing, but if you want to seek beauty, you can only make people shake their heads.

Gu Shenwan knew what his level was, and his handwriting was ugly, which was completely deserved, after all, he had only written words for more than half a year, and it was already a very serious practice to have such a regular font as he is now.

Let the tip of the pen absorb the ink again, Gu Shenwan continued to write unhurriedly: "As long as you can make people understand the rules, I haven't practiced much in ordinary times, maybe I don't have talent." ”

"Hmph, there is no talent in practicing calligraphy, all of it depends on hard work, if you want to practice, it is best to get up early in the morning every day, tie more sandbags on your wrists, day after day, year after year, and naturally be able to write words like iron paintings and silver hooks."

The mother-in-law finished speaking with a little pride, and she didn't see Gu Shenwan show any admiration or regret at all, and continued to write the book without changing her face at all.

"What are you writing here, I could understand the things that I used to understand, and they were clearly related to medicine, but now what symbols are you drawing? Is it the word of another country? ”

Gu Shenwan sorted out the medical textbooks he had memorized in his mind, and only picked the part that could be understood, and there was still a lot left to write about.

When I was tired of writing, I changed my thoughts and wrote some mathematical symbols, anyway, I promised the emperor to sort it out. Although he has not been asked for it, he can't slack off because of this.

"These are abbreviated symbols, much simpler than those complex handwriting, and even children of three or four years old can easily learn them." What Gu Shenwan is writing now is no longer a primary school textbook.

Occasionally sorted out, unconsciously sorted out to the junior high school curriculum, which has involved more advanced principles.

If all the books are sent to the master of scattered studies, they will definitely be amazing, and they will be excitedly enshrined as treasures. But in Gu Shendui's eyes, this is just a junior high school textbook, and it is really not difficult.

It's a little troublesome to recall, plus it has to be sorted out, as much as possible from simple to difficult to understand, and it takes a lot of time in this regard, slowly pondering the next pen.

Soon the medicine had been cooked, and the mother-in-law did not refuse, and took the initiative to drink the warm decoction, but the expression on her face was slightly bitter, she really hadn't drunk this bitter medicine for a long time.

"Why don't you go over there, you look at it from a distance, it's still quite lively, there are bright lights but there are a lot of people coming and going, you have an immortal talent and should fight for a good future for yourself. Any good future is inseparable from background and fame. ”

Granny Ouyang knew that Gu Shenwan had Ye Qianli behind her, and she had no lack of background, but her reputation was lacking.

What Gu Shenwan wrote before, she only understood a little bit, and she felt that it was very unfathomable, but Gu Shenwan was able to talk eloquently, and it was clearly not as simple as it seemed on the surface.

With this kind of talent, coupled with a background behind him, he can only show his talent when he goes to a crowded place, so as to fight a big road to the sky.

Gu Shenwan smiled, just lit a few more lights, "It's getting late now, I see that there are still some ingredients in the small kitchen, I'll cook you a meal." ”

"It's too uncomfortable to eat at night, and your body is a little inconvenient, so I'll cook more porridge, which happens to be easy to digest."

But he didn't say anything about the celebration banquet and fame.

What's the good of getting involved, it's fun if you get stuck in it and can't pull yourself out, and not everyone wants to be able to get a great future through this road.

She has no identity, no background, no security, and she should still develop slowly. The wood show will be destroyed by the forest wind.

Granny Ouyang didn't bring up a similar topic again, and acquiesced in Gu Shendui staying, and the two discussed what porridge to cook at night.

Finally, it was decided to cook pumpkin porridge, the weather was just beginning to warm up, and there were still pumpkins in the cellar that had not spoiled, after all, it was more convenient to store this thing, not as difficult to store as fresh vegetables.

So now, I can still find a few pumpkins to cook porridge, which is sweet and glutinous, and tastes great, just suitable for the sick elderly.

At the brightly lit celebration banquet over there, Gu Xueling deliberately dressed herself up beautifully, with picturesque eyebrows and eyes.

Wearing a bright red dress, the lips are painted with blood-like color, but the eyes are gentle like water, and every move exudes a charm, which makes people sigh that the pink beauty will really make people swoon.

It's just that when she came in from the beginning, Gu Xueyuan began to look around looking for Ye Qianli's figure, and when Ye Qianli arrived, she stared at him even more intently.

If the eyes of the two happened to meet, Gu Xueling hooked her lips slightly and smiled shyly and timidly, which made the other people beat their chests and feet, wishing that they could be close to this kind of stunner.

Ye Qianli turned a blind eye to the person who frequently flattered over there, just as there was no such person, and his eyes were ordinary when he occasionally swept over, and there was no difference between looking at the eyes of a stout man beside him.

Gu Xueling had already been a little mentally prepared, and she didn't feel too sorry at the moment, but as long as she was a man, could she really endure being unmoved all the time?

What's more, if it's a person like the prince, as long as she has a little bit of thought in her heart, she has a great chance.