"Okay Yan'er, I'll take this matter as if I don't know, anyway, Miss Xiao won't live for long." Wang Fang looked at the expressions of the two of them and felt a little more comfortable, and accepted it when she saw it, after all, she didn't come to Meng's house to offend people.

"Thank you, you flawed! You're so nice. Meng Yan flatteringly grabbed Wang Fang's arm and coquettishly.

Xiao Ling saw goosebumps all over her body, and Wang Fang was carried away by Meng Yan's compliment, but she couldn't hear the sincerity of Meng Yan's compliments.

"Didn't you say you were going to teach me how to embroider? If you don't start again, the day will be dark! Wang Fang felt comfortable in his heart, and his speech was not so sharp.

"That's right, Ling'er come with us! Anyway, now you're bored by yourself, let's embroider together. Meng Yan finally thought about the business she was doing here.

She came to Xiao Ling not only to find her an embroidery, but also to apologize to Xiao Ling, but she didn't expect to remember only one thing when she came, but fortunately, Wang Fang reminded her in time.

Xiao Ling is a person who can't hold a steady needle, if she wants to embroider, it is better to let her dance the sword! But because he was bored staying alone, he agreed to go to her courtyard with Meng Yan and them.

Meng Yan also patiently wanted to teach Xiao Ling embroidery, but when she saw that Xiao Ling was pierced in her fingers, she didn't dare to teach it anymore, and more importantly, the holes in her fingers were not pierced in the process of embroidery, but when she pinched the needle, she couldn't help but wonder where such a stupid girl came from.

Xiao Ling was stabbed and frustrated, and sat alone to the side and watched Meng Yan's flying needle walking, and couldn't help but be a little envious, when would she be able to become a virtuous woman in ancient times?

Seeing Xiao Ling embarrassed, Wang Fang was happy, although her embroidery was not as good as Meng Yan, but after a period of study, she still wanted to look decent.

"I don't know which daughter Miss Xiao is, her parents can't even embroider like this?" Wang Fang asked knowingly with a mocking face.

"Flawed!" Meng Yan screamed slightly reproachfully.

She had obviously told Bian'er that Ling'er's parents had passed away, and she had also told her to pay more attention to what she said, but she didn't expect Bian'er to forget it so quickly.

Dealing with this arrogant girl who has nothing to find fault with, Xiao Ling is not a fuel-efficient lamp, "My mother taught me, but Ling'er was ignorant at the time, and she only cared about playing to read and paint, but she forgot this important thing, and Sister Fang'er's jokes should also be." ”

Xiao Ling held back to finish this sentence, and even he was almost sour by his delicate and humble tone, and his stomach felt uncomfortable for a while.

She has heard that in ancient times, women were not talented and virtuous, and there were not many women who could learn to read in ancient times.

"Ling'er can paint?" Meng Yan's face was excited, "I'm tired of embroidering those patterns, and I can't draw anything special, what Ling'er often sees outside is different from mine, you can help me draw a few new patterns!" ”

Unlike Meng Yan's excitement, Wang Fang had a disdainful face, looking like he wanted to see Xiao Ling make a fool of himself.

"Okay!" Xiao Ling readily agreed, although she didn't like to show off, but sometimes when she treated the enemy, she just wanted to take advantage of the victory to pursue and kill with one move.

Xiao Ling walked towards the bookcase, there were some bamboo slips and white cloth on the case, and there was an ink pen, but it was the first time he had seen the original wooden stick from Meng Tian.

Xiao Ling naturally wouldn't be wronged by using something that was difficult to use, and when he thought that his burden was still here, he asked Meng Yan, "Yan'er, where is my burden?" I'm looking for something! ”

"I asked Xiaohe to put it away, and Xiaohe brought Ling'er's baggage." Meng Yan commanded Xiao He, who had been waiting by the side.

Xiao He was ordered to dig out Xiao Ling's burden from the cabinet on the side, and Xiao Ling took out his pen from it after snorting.

Ah Jing, who was ordered by Meng Tian to take care of Xiao Ling, also walked to the bookcase and knelt down to grind for Xiao Ling, Xiao Ling sighed that the subordinates of the Meng family were well-trained, and did not forget to raise his head and give Ah Jing a sweet smile and thanks.

"Hey, Ling'er, are you a brush?" Meng Yan noticed the pen in Xiao Ling's hand, "The second brother also has it, he said that the eldest brother made it for him!" ”

After listening to Meng Yan's words, Xiao Ling looked at Meng Yan and then looked back at the pen in his hand, and couldn't help but slander in his heart: This is obviously taught by himself, and now the credit is all in him! It's really a complete lesson for the apprentice to starve the master to death!

It's just a scolding, and after a while, I will be relieved, because that person is Meng Tian and not someone else.

Suddenly, something that I had once gotten to in my mind suddenly came out, and there seemed to be one that said that the maker of the brush was Meng Tian!

- Hey! It turns out that I was so close to the opportunity to go down in history!

Xiao Ling just smiled at Meng Yan and didn't say anything. I began to think about it, and after a while, I decided on the content of my painting, and began to draw with a pen dipped in ink.

Xiao Ling was very focused on painting, Meng Yan, who was originally embroidering, was attracted by Xiao Ling's concentration, walked to the table, and lay on the table to watch Xiao Ling paint seriously.

Although the Meng family was born as a military general, the three brothers and sisters of the Meng family did not relax in the text! Meng Tian and Meng Yi are both civil and military, and Meng Yan is proficient in martial arts and literature.

But at this moment, when I saw Xiao Ling's paintings, I was obsessed! No matter how beautiful the flowers she has seen, they are no longer as beautiful as Xiao Ling's pen at this moment.

"What kind of flower is this?" I don't know when, Wang Fang has also come to the side of the bookcase, standing straight and looking at the flowers in Xiao Ling's pen with disdain.

"This flower is called bellflower, it's just a country wildflower!" Xiao Ling put down the last stroke seriously, looking at the blue-purple flowers and emerald green flowers and leaves on the snow-white cloth, the corners of her mouth were slightly upturned, fortunately, Meng Yan's pigment is quite rich, she can make the colors she needs.

"It turned out to be just a vulgar thing, no wonder Miss Xiao was able to draw so vividly." Wang Fang was undisguised sarcasm, but the jealousy in his eyes was also revealed.

Xiao Ling didn't care about Wang Fang's sarcasm at all, "This flower is not about its appearance, what really makes people remember it is its meaning." Where in us, the bellflower has a legend of happy flowers. ”

"I think this flower is quite fresh and elegant, if you have a chance Ling'er to take me to see it!" Meng Yan looked at the flowers on the cloth with a yearning face, and she could know that she really liked it.

"Hmm!" Xiao Ling snorted lightly.

Just as she guessed that the arrogant and pretentious Wang Fang would not like such an elegant little flower, it was not difficult to think that the quiet Meng Yan would like it.