Coming out of Meiyuan, Gu Qinghuan said that Jiang Wan's handwriting was good-looking, and she wanted to take one back to copy, Jiang Wan readily agreed, so she happily went back to the silk wing.

However, before she stepped into the silk wing, she saw the cloud pool guarding outside like a terracotta army.

Gu Qinghuan stepped forward hard, even if she didn't want to see this face again, she had to have a good attitude towards her. No matter what, Yun Chi was Sikong Yao's person, and she had to be polite: "Wei Guard, you came to me, is there something wrong?" ”

Don't be Sikong Yao looking for her.

Yun Chi said indifferently: "Miss Gu, Childe invites you to come over." ”

Gu Qinghuan: "......" is really not good.

She subconsciously glanced at the sky at sunset, she had been nesting with Jiang Wan for so long, and it would be night soon. Sikong Yao called her over at this time, and had to make Gu Qinghuan think about it more.

But when she thought that nothing had happened to Sikong Yao last night, all kinds of dirty thoughts in her mind drifted away.

Yun Chi urged: "Miss Gu, let's go, Childe has been waiting for you for a long time." ”

Gu Qinghuan laughed dryly, and had no choice but to hand over the rice paper full of hairpins and hairpins he got from Yan Sang to Chun Xia, and asked Chun Xia to send the things into the room and put them away, and then carry the two maids to follow behind Yun Chi.

Gu Qinghuan was taken to the study.

She pushed open the door and walked in lightly, there was a large red sandalwood case in the room, with all kinds of celebrity laws on the case, and dozens of treasure inkstones, all kinds of pen holders, pens inserted in the sea of pens such as a forest, and there was a faint smell of sandalwood incense in the room.

After Gu Qinghuan finished looking, he set his eyes on Sikong Yao, who was sitting upright on the chair and practicing calligraphy on the bookcase.

This man seems to live in the cold forever, or, it can also be said that he has an innate arrogance, that kind of temperament, which others do not have, and cannot be learned, is unique to him, and I really want to see this person's panicked appearance.

Gu Qinghuan was afraid of disturbing Sikong Yao, who was practicing calligraphy, so he put his steps softer and slower, and didn't even make a sound. She walked over to the bookcase and glanced at the rice paper pressed against the ruler.

On the rice paper, the wild grass pen is full of ink, chic and powerful, and the fingers holding the wolf are white and distinct, when writing, his fingers are forceful, and the strength between the movements is both rigid and soft.

Gu Qinghuan stood obediently, without opening a word, his attention shifted from Sikong Yao's good hand to Sikong Yao's hand, his hand bones were slender, and his skin was a little whiter than that of ordinary men.

Before, because he was afraid of him, Gu Qinghuan didn't dare to look at Sikong Yao more, so he didn't notice how beautiful his hands were.

Probably standing for a long time, Gu Qinghuan suddenly felt that her eyes were black, her legs were weak, and she urgently needed a support to stop her from falling.

So, she staggered and grabbed Sikong Yao's arm to stabilize her body.

When skin touched, Sikong Yao trembled, and when he saw Gu Qinghuan's weak appearance, he didn't push her away.

He hadn't finished writing yet, and because he was disturbed by Gu Qingping, he just wrote half of it empty.

After Gu Qinghuan's expression recovered, the next moment, Sikong Yao's face was slightly cold, he pushed Gu Qinghuan away, and said in a cool voice: "A good picture of "Hanjiang Snow" was ruined by you like this." ”

Gu Qinghuan stood straight like a student who had made a mistake, looking at the half-written "Cold River Snow", and his heart was empty.

Most of the wild grass posts are chic and wanton, and they are done in one go, and Sikong Yao pauses halfway through writing, which makes this complete "Cold River Snow" flawed.

Sikong Yao looked at her with a gloomy and sympathetic gaze: "Han You, a scholar of the Hanlin Academy, likes Zhang Xizhi's "Cold River Snow" the most in his life, and even copies it thousands of times in his spare time. In a few days, it will be the 50th birthday of Scholar Han, and it just so happens that I am on his invitation list. This "Cold River Snow" is a birthday gift that I carefully prepared for the Korean University Scholar, but now...... You ruined me. ”

Gu Qinghuan's face turned pale, and he immediately bowed his head: "Childe, I'm at fault!" ”

She twisted her willow eyebrows slightly, carefully examined the part that Sikong Yao had written, and then, her eyes locked on the wolf in Sikong Yao's hand, looked at him with a look that wanted to make up for her mistake very much, and said softly: "Childe, this kind of wild grass is very energy-consuming, you see, anyway, "Hanjiang Snow" is already like this, I guess you will rewrite it later, why don't you let me try?" ”

Gu Qinghuan was a calligraphy teacher in his previous life, and he was also a disciple of a well-known calligrapher. The famous stickers she copied have also won the highest results in calligraphy competitions, and some of them have been bought by some collectors. Although I don't know what the original post of "Cold River Snow" looks like, it shouldn't be too difficult to copy Sikong Yao's.

Sikong Yao's eyes slipped in surprise, and he glanced at the ruined "Cold River Snow" again, he knew that his handwriting style was impossible for ordinary people to imitate. Therefore, when he heard Gu Qinghuan's words, he expressed doubts: "Will you?" ”

She didn't dare to say too much in front of Sikong Yao: "Childe's handwriting is not easy to imitate, but it has come to this, so let me try." ”

Yun Sikong Yao's eyebrows raised slightly, he stood up, took Gu Qinghuan's little hand, handed the wolf to her to hold, breathed warm breath in her ear, and said in a low voice: "Write well." ”

Gu Qinghuan's ears were slightly red, and the fingers holding the pen trembled lightly: "...... I try my best. ”

Gu Qinghuan pinched the wide sleeve with one hand, pinched the wolf's hair with five fingers in the other, and sketched a stroke back and forth on the word that was destroyed, and wrote the halfway word completely, and after there was no trace of pause, he moved the pen like flying.

Sikong Yao stood aside and looked at the face seriously for the first time.

When Gu Qinghuan focused on writing, she exuded a quiet and peaceful temperament, her eyes were clear and firm, her flesh-pink diamond-shaped mouth was pursed together, and her overly beautiful facial features were both charming and charming, cold and arrogant. are two very contradictory temperaments.

Sikong Yao's gaze slowly deepened, such Gu Qinghuan was unfamiliar to him.