"Just now, the door of your courtyard is wide open, and I will come in." Zhao Mingxu said.

Liuli couldn't help glaring at the sun on the wall, Aunt Liu screamed when she came just now, but now she is as quiet as a chicken.

Zhao Mingxu seemed to see what she was thinking, and said with a smile: "You still remember me." ”

"Yes", Liuli hurriedly took the opportunity to change the topic, "Why is the second son free?" Why don't you go and sit in the middle of the room? ”

Who knew that Zhao Mingxu didn't want to, but instead bypassed her to the back of the table, and picked up the old paper that was copied by the glass: "This is the word I wrote that day?" ”

"Yes...... Oh, yes. Liuli had to answer stubbornly, keeping other people's things, and being caught by the parties, there was some ambiguity here.

"That, I thought your handwriting was good, so I stayed and thought about practicing it in the future." Liuli still explained.

The man gently put down the writing paper, the corners of his lips hooked slightly, as if he was in a good mood, picked up the glass and wrote it again, and read it carefully.

Liuli sweated again, but she still didn't make much progress in this word, I thought that the other party was going to laugh at her again, but I didn't expect the man to say: "If you want to practice calligraphy, I'll teach you, why bother with a piece of paper." ”

After this day, Liuli often went to Zhao's house, staying for an hour or two every day, and the man personally instructed her to practice calligraphy, which also perfectly avoided the vast enthusiastic team.

The so-called famous teacher produces a high apprentice, with such an excellent teacher teaching, Liuli's words have also improved by leaps and bounds, and the more they are written, the more they look like Zhao Mingxu's words.

Of course, it is said that it is to practice words, and it is not to write some words casually to practice, Zhao Mingxu usually writes a poem, or an article comes out, first explain it, the meaning is clear, and then ask Liuli to write it.

Teacher Zhao is excellent, and he is also quite strict with stupid students.

Usually after a poem is written several times, it is necessary to silence Liuli, and there can be no mistakes, which makes Liuli feel like he is back in his student days.

When it was close to the beginning of summer, I knew that I was screaming on the tall trees in the distance, and in the pavilion behind Zhao's house, two slender and pretty figures sat at the table respectively, writing something in detail.

"I'm done." Liuli called out happily, took a poem that Xin Mo had written, and handed it to Zhao Mingxu.

There was a Buddhist scripture on the man's desk, and he was copying it stroke by stroke, when he heard Liuli's voice still writing without himself: "Checked?" ”

"Well, that's fine." Liuli said confidently.

After writing the last stroke, the man raised his head, took the glass paper, and put it in front of him to read it carefully.

Liuli also looked nervously, and at the same time glanced at the right hand of the person holding the pen from time to time, generally if there is a wrong word, this hand will circle the word, a typo, the whole poem has to be copied again.

Suddenly, she caught a glimpse of the right hand moving, the hand rose and fell, and the brush was a big circle, Liuli was startled, this person circled a whole sentence, there were fourteen words.

What she wrote today is a boss poem, not only the number of words, but also similar sentences before and after, Liuli reacted instantly, she remembered the fork, and wrote the later verses to the front, so there are not many sentences.

In this way, isn't the latter sentence also wrong? Together, these two sentences are enough to have twenty-eight words, and even if she didn't have the rest of the errors, she would have to copy the entire poem twenty-eight times?!

Liuli was startled, reacted instantly, and quickly covered the man's right hand that was about to start writing: "No, no, I'll write a new copy, there is a problem with this." ”

Zhao Mingxu said calmly: "I asked you just now, what did you say?" ”

I swear that it's no problem.

Liuli licked her face and smiled: "I suddenly found out that there was a problem again, this is not good, let me write a new one." ”

Looking at someone's flattering smile, the man was unmoved: "Let go." ”

"Be generous." Liuli's little face wrinkled, pitiful, and she almost shook the man's arm.

It seemed that a kitten's paw scratched the tip of his heart, itchy, cute, Zhao Mingxu looked at her faintly, his eyes were dim and unclear, but in a few seconds, Liuli was defeated, and let go of the arm that grabbed the man.

Sure enough, it was not surprising that another big circle was harvested.

Fortunately, there were no mistakes in the back, and the man handed the corrected paper back to Liuli: "Twenty-eight times, go write it." ”

Liuli wanted to cry without tears, and she swore that this was the highest number of times she had to be punished since Zhao Mingxu learned words.

"Would it be okay to write a few less?" Liuli tried to fight for a "commutation of sentence": "You see I just mixed up the verses, and I didn't really make a mistake, so I don't have to write it twenty-eight times." ”

"If you are long-winded, you will not be able to finish today."

Zhao Mingxu pays attention to today's things, and he finishes today. If it is not completed on the same day, if it is delayed until the next day, it will be doubled.

Seeing that there was no hope for mercy, Liuli angrily dragged the paper back to copy, but she didn't notice the cheerful smile in the man's eyes at the moment she turned around.

He always likes to copy Buddhist scriptures when Liuli is there, and the mood at this time is the most peaceful and pleasant, and the words he writes are also moist and not sharp, and he can usually write quickly.

In the past six months, the word Liuli has grown a lot, and the business is getting better and better.

The foot shop has now opened to the eighth one, and Zhou Xiaoshu is non-stop, running around almost all day long.

The business of Fei Hung Ju and Ding Kee restaurants is still lively, and the two dividends sent each time are not much more.

Lipstick has been made batch after batch, the name of Rouge Pavilion, now in Kyoto is called, Guy Wei Zi ingenuity, people with jade, agate and other rare materials, carved out of lipstick tubes.

When Liuli first received this batch of jade lipstick tubes, her eyes widened in shock, and she carefully took it back, and when she put the lipstick in it, she was afraid that it would be damaged.

Looking at it, it is high-end, and the price is naturally high, and a lipstick with a jade tube has been fried to ten taels of silver in Shangjing.

Countless rouge shops are looking at the heat of the eyes, and they follow the trend to make this kind of lipstick, and the pipes are even more varied, what glass, jade, and ceramic...... It's just that no matter how they imitate it, after all, the things in it are different.

They can't make a grease with the texture of glass, either they can't stand up if they're soft, or they can't paint it hard, all in all, countless knockoffs get up and fall down, and finally everyone finally recognizes the lipstick of Rouge Pavilion, and nothing else, no one can do it.

Rouge Pavilion became famous because of this, and also opened a branch in Shangjing, and the lipstick of Rouge Pavilion has also become the existence of young ladies and ladies of high-ranking families in Shangjing.