When Jin Yu came back from the palace, she sent away all the maids and slaves, and stayed alone in the study, not knowing what she was doing.

When Yingluo learned the news, she pretended to go to the kitchen to take a look, and with the help of the cook, she boiled out a bowl of wolfberry chicken soup.

When she arrived in the study, Jinyu was practicing calligraphy.

The snow-white rice paper has ink-colored handwriting falling on it, flowing clouds and water, vigorous and powerful, and very pleasing to the eye.

"It's so pretty." Yingluo put the chicken soup on the table and praised it with a serious face.

Huanhe Village is so poor, Jinyu must not have read or learned to write when she was a child. In just a few days after coming to the palace, he has written so well that he should be praised.

I think when Yingluo practiced calligraphy, she was mercilessly ridiculed by her six brothers, saying that her words were not as good as a piece of shit.

However, she is not a person who suffers from dumb losses in a muffled voice, and immediately beat her six brothers down, so that they can understand a truth that has been passed down through the ages, if you don't die, you won't die......

The past was full of tears, Yingluo rubbed her little hands, and when she looked at Jinyu, her eyes were shining: "I'll help you sharpen the ink." ”

"Hmm." Jinyu nodded, and suddenly seemed to think of something, and asked, "How do you write Yingluo?" ”

Yingluo was stunned, she has always taken the initiative, it is rare for Jinyu to take the initiative once, and she is still a little unaccustomed.

Fortunately, she reacted quickly, a smile appeared on her little face, took the brush in his hand, and wrote her name carefully one by one.

Her handwriting is elegant and elegant, and her pen is tactful, which has the style of a lady.

After writing slowly, I didn't forget to say to Jinyu: "Yingluo is jade, Jinyu is also jade, we are born as a pair." ”

Jinyu's eyes moved slightly, and her long eyelashes cast two shades under her eyes. The soft shadow of the lamp fell on his face, half of it was unparalleled, and half of it was as ugly as a demon.

He lowered his voice and asked, "What about that year?" ”

"Sui Sui, ......" Yingluo tilted her head and thought for a while, pointing to the sky outside the window: "At night, you look to the southeast, where there is the brightest star, called Tai Sui." ”

She glanced at Jin Yu secretly and continued, "If one day I'm not with you, you look at that star as if I'm still with you. ”

Hearing this, Jinyu's brows furrowed slightly, and she lowered her head to look at her.

Feeling his gaze, Yingluo shrunk her neck weakly: "What's wrong?" Do I have something on my face? ”

Jin Yu was silent for two seconds, and said lightly: "The ink is on your face." ”

"But I can't see it, you wipe it for me." Yingluo stood on tiptoe and leaned her face towards him.

Jin Yu's frowning brows relaxed, and she chuckled, her fingers dipped in ink, and wiped it on her white and delicate little face.

"Are you alright?" Yingluo, completely unaware that she had turned into a little flower cat, blinked obediently and asked.

"Hmm." Jin Yu withdrew her hand, lightly removed her gaze from her, and continued to practice calligraphy: "You go back and prepare first, and enter the palace with me tomorrow to see the emperor." ”

Yingluo understands that her quiet temperament will only disturb Jinyu here.

So she reluctantly waved her little hand at Jinyu, "I know, remember to drink the chicken soup on the table!" ”

Seeing him nod, Yingluo turned around with satisfaction.

The red clothes are gorgeous, the long sleeves flutter in the wind, and the bells on the hem of the clothes make a crisp sound. She jumped and jumped like a butterfly fluttering.

Jin Yu looked at her back, the corners of her eyes and eyebrows were full of tenderness, and even he didn't notice it.