After practicing calligraphy for a day, coupled with the hot weather, Xie Qingyu casually picked up a glass of water in front of Nangong Chengyu's table and drank it.

After a cup of belly, she took the cup next to her again, and then drank it all.

It's just that Xie Qingyu didn't know that this water was not a drink, but a sweet fruit wine.

Nangong Chengyu originally wanted to stop him, but he also remembered that Xie Qingyu at the Mid-Autumn Festival banquet that day was also on the roof because he was greedy for cups, and he grabbed his clothes when he left.

It's just that Xie Qingyu drank too fast, and before he could speak, Xie Qingyu drank most of the wine in the bottle.

Thinking that he might see Xie Qingyu who was drunk again, Nangong Chengyu only felt troublesome.

But after a while, Xie Qingyu didn't have anything to do at all.

He even went back to his desk and practiced a few strokes.

Nangong Chengyu originally wanted to see what Xie Qingyu could do after he got drunk this time, but he didn't expect Xie Qingyu to write again.

When I was about to get closer and see what words Xie Qingyu had written, I found that there were circles of different sizes painted on the rice paper.

Nangong Chengyu secretly said that it was not good, and he turned around and wanted to leave, but Xie Qingyu behind him spoke.

"Why don't all the people like me? Why? ”

"Why do all the people in the Xie family want me to die, and I'm afraid of death! Why can't you just let me go! ”

"All I do every day is to live, to live for myself, to live for my mother."

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Xie Qingyu seems to have opened her tear ducts, and she can't stop crying, is it really so difficult for her to live?

"Aren't you tired of living like this?" Nangong Chengyu looked at Xie Qingyu, who was crying breathlessly, and his heart seemed to be touched by every string, Xie Qingyu promised to take the female officer exam at the beginning, just because he wanted Liu Yuehan to live.

Just for a simple wish to live, it seems that Xie Qingyu has given everything, and he can't get it.

Xie Qingyu heard Nangong Chengyu's voice, and immediately burst into a very helpless smile.

Staggered to the table and walked towards Nangong Chengyu.

"How can you not be tired, you are the prince of Wu'an, you must not understand the feelings of an ordinary person like me, I dare not fall, I have nothing but myself to rely on!"

Nangong Chengyu was born to be the pride of the sky, when she was worried about hunger, Nangong Chengyu was already holding a jade wrench and started playing, Nangong Chengyu was the prince, and behind him was the entire Wu'an Hou Mansion.

What about her? The people of Xie Mansion all wish she was going to die, except for her hard-working mother, who still lives in the peach blossom paradise of her dreams.

"How do you know I don't understand?" Nangong Chengyu looked at Xie Qingyu, who was confused at the moment, and said softly.

It's just that Xie Qingyu was already confused at this moment, and before she could walk to Nangong Chengyu's side, her body was crooked, and she was about to fall to the ground directly.

Nangong Chengyu thought about it, it would be good to let Xie Qingyu fall down like this, he would definitely feel an abnormal headache when he woke up tomorrow, so that he could quit drinking in the future!

It's just that the body is far more honest than the idea, and at the moment when Xie Qingyu was about to fall to the ground, Nangong Chengyu directly caught Xie Qingyu's falling figure with a dodge.

Just looking at Xie Qingyu's quiet sleeping face like this, he was also distracted for a while.

There were still tears on the reddish cheeks, and Nangong Chengyu subconsciously brushed them off.

The skin on Xie Qingyu's face was unbelievably smoother, and the reddened cheeks at this moment were even more synthesized with her in Nangong Chengyu's memory that day.

That day's Xie Qingyu was undeniably extremely beautiful, and Xie Qingyu was calm and almost didn't have any emotions when she was sober, but only when she was drunk could she be the real her.

Nangong Chengyu thought to himself that it seems that wine is not useless, at least it can let this depressed little girl release it occasionally.

Immediately, he carried Xie Qingyu back to the inner room of the study.

Xie Qingyu's dream seemed to be very unstable, and his frowning brows never relaxed.

Nangong Chengyu tucked the corners of the quilt for him, and planned to turn around and leave.

Xie Qingyu on the bed turned over slightly, and his mouth was still babbling.

Thank you, Nangong Chengyu.

In Xie Qingyu's dream, her only mother was about to be poisoned to death, but fortunately, at this moment, Nangong Chengyu appeared like a god descending from heaven and saved Liu Yuehan.

In fact, Xie Qingyu has always been grateful to Nangong Chengyu, even if she knows that she is just Nangong Chengyu, a dispensable chess piece, but Nangong Chengyu did help her when she was in the most difficult time.

Nangong Chengyu heard Xie Qingyu's words, and immediately froze, and then directly extinguished the candle flame and walked outside.

Looking at the full calligraphy on the desk, Nangong Chengyu immediately took a few glances and found that they were all from the book that Xie Qingyu practiced today.

It was just a piece of paper hidden under the layers of paper that caught his attention, and he immediately pulled it out.

found that a piece of rice paper was full of the four characters of Nangong Chengyu.

Nangong Chengyu's narrow eyes had some more complicated emotions, and he immediately picked up a pen and wrote down a few words to clip it into the book, folded the name rice paper written by Xie Qingyu and put it on his chest, and closed the door of the study with a wave of his big hand.

The heavy night covered Nangong Chengyu's figure.

Time flies, and the next day is fast in a flash.

Xie Qingyu felt uncomfortable sleeping, and turned over, but as soon as she opened her eyes, several people who looked like maids stood in front of her, and she was startled, and sat up directly from the bed.

I raised my eyes and looked around, and found that it was very familiar, and when I wanted to think about it, I only felt that my head hurt very much.

"Miss Xie, you must have not sobered up yet, so freshen up first." At this time, a sharp-eyed maid saw Xie Qingyu's discomfort, and immediately spoke up.

At this time, Xie Qingyu reacted, and he fell asleep in the Yongning Courtyard again, only the Yongning Courtyard got up early in the morning and had a maid to serve him, and wiped his forehead for a while.

I secretly made up my mind that I would drink less in the future, because drinking was really a mistake.

No, Xie Qingyu suddenly thought that he didn't drink the juice last night? It's sweet and sour, and it's delicious.

"Wasn't that juice last night?" Thinking like this, Xie Qingyu asked.

"Miss Xie doesn't know, it's not juice, it's a kind of fruit wine in Gusu, and it's strong."

At this time, Xie Qingyu reacted, she was drunk last night, and she was very annoyed for a while, and she didn't know if she had done anything out of the ordinary.

I also remembered the scene on the top of the pavilion with Nangong Chengyu in Qingyue Pavilion on the day when Jiangning was drunk.

Yesterday, I drank in front of Nangong Chengyu again, and I always looked a little indulgent when I was drunk, which was really a gaffe.

It's really a mistake to drink, and it's even more wrong to be drunk!

In the future, you must drink less alcohol, no, not at all.

After Xie Qingyu let those maids freshen up for him, he wanted to leave the Yongning Courtyard in a hurry.

It's just that when he was about to leave, he saw the masterpiece that Nangong Chengyu found for himself yesterday on the table, and Xie Qingyu picked it up casually and prepared to leave.

In a few books, there was a piece of letter paper, and with Xie Qingyu's action of picking up the book, this note quietly floated down.

Xie Qingyu looked back at it.

found that it was the note left by Nangong Chengyu to himself.

These calligraphy are all helpful for you to develop your own style of writing, practice diligently, and don't have to come back in the future.

Thinking like this, Xie Qingyu put the note into his arms, and then lifted his feet out of the gate of the Yongning Courtyard and walked in the direction of the examination institute.

When Xie Qingyu came back, he found that Qin Zixuan was already waiting for her in the hall of the examination institute.

"What, I went to report again yesterday?"

Qin Zixuan saw Xie Qingyu coming back, eating breakfast very calmly, and said casually.

During this period of time, Xie Qingyu basically went to her friend every three days, and both times he had not returned at night.

Although she doesn't think anything, if it is known by other interested people, I am afraid that she will make a fuss about it.

"You see, I've got a couple of new books."

Seeing this, Xie Qingyu also sat down calmly, Qin Zixuan had long known that he had nothing to hide.

"Your friend has been of great help to you, but you have to be careful if you don't return home this night, if you are found by others."

Qin Zixuan glanced at the books that Xie Qingyu took back, they were no longer as amazing as before, the books Xie Qingyu retrieved every time were good books, and she had long been used to it.

It was a very intimate persuasion, but the moment I suddenly saw the title of the book, I directly stopped the words that were about to come out of my lips.

I saw that Xie Qingyu took out four books: Huaisu's "Bitter Bamboo Shoot Post", "Fish Eating Post", "Our Lady's Post" and "On the Book Post".

Qin Zixuan was even more curious about the mysterious friend Xie Qingyu said at the moment, she could be called a full reader of poetry and books for so many years, but she really didn't expect to find so many rare books on Xie Qingyu's body.

Xie Qingyu came from a humble background, how could he get such a famous copy.

Even among the royal family, there are even fewer people who have such books, and now Xie Qingyu has easily taken out one book after another, although those calligraphy are very precious, but they are no match for these masterpieces today.

Almost all of those masters were written on rice paper, framed on scrolls, and most of the authentic works were preserved in the imperial palace.

Although this calligraphy is not written by the master himself, it is from the original handwriting, and there is no difference from the original handwriting, and this copy is also temporarily extended before the original handwriting was included in the palace, and then it was made into a book for easy preservation.

And most of them have been destroyed, for example, only five have survived today.

Today, Xie Qingyu got these four books so easily.

"It seems that he knows you very well this time, and knows that your characters now have their own style, and they have found similar masterpieces to teach you to stereotype."

Qin Zixuan immediately changed his words, this time the mysterious man really understood the shortcomings of Xie Qingyu's calligraphy, and the suggestions and references given were just right.

And this time, Xie Qingyu went to the head of Jiangnan, if he can really get it this time, he will pass the assessment of Huangyi Academy in the future, and the future will be limitless.

This time, Xie Qingyu's progress is indeed very big, and I don't know how many times stronger than when I taught it for the first time.

Xie Qingyu listened to Qin Zixuan's words, and only then did she react, no wonder she felt amazing when she saw the book yesterday.

It turned out that Nangong Chengyu deliberately found it according to the habits of her own books, and the similar style of cursive script helped her form her own style when writing cursive in the future.

Thinking like this, Xie Qingyu subconsciously touched his arms, and the corners of his lips also had a hint of chuckle.

It's just that I suddenly thought of something, and I was also a little worried.