The interior decoration of the Xuening Pavilion is elegant and fresh, and there are night pearls in the four corners of the house, and the simple furnishings are complete, and the whole attic is filled with warmth and comfort.

"Come here, write to me."

Bai Feiye stood in front of the desk in front of the window and whispered to Ling Ling.

Ling Ling pursed his lips, why did he suddenly ask her to write to him? You must know that she has not been in a good calligraphy class before, and the pen writing is not bad, but she is really ...... the brush writing

Ling Ling walked to the table, and outside the window was the peach blossom tree and the boundless bamboo forest, but she didn't have the heart to enjoy the scenery.

"Lord Wang, you also know that I got sick and lost my memory......"

"Sometimes physical memories don't forget." He said coldly, "Just write a sentence." ”

Ling Ling didn't know what Bai Feiye's calculations were, so she could only pick up the pen in an unaccustomed posture and write a poem from a novel she once liked.

I remember that there was a time when my mother asked her to practice calligraphy at home, and in order to cope with her mother, she kept writing that sentence, and it was not until she handed it over to her mother that she was free for a while.

"Mountains have trees, trees have branches......"

Bai Feiye watched Ling Ling write and muttered to himself.

Ling Ling raised her eyebrows, looking at her words with satisfaction, with her own appreciation ability, she felt that it was not bad!

"Who wrote this poem?" He lowered his eyes and asked softly.

"This, it suddenly occurred to me, maybe I have read it in some book before! Lord, I'm not bad at writing! ”

Bai Feiye raised his eyes, his gaze fell on Ling Ling's somewhat smug face, and then looked at her hand holding the pen.

"The pen is not strong, and the words are tangible and unintentional."

He said coldly.

"Huh? What the? She didn't understand.

"Ugly."

"Hey, you're ......"

Just as she was about to refute with anger in her heart, there was a burst of warmth in the hand holding the pen, Bai Feiye gently pulled her hand, and her beautiful slender fingers fiddled with her fingertips, fixing her fingers in various positions on the barrel.

"Hold the pen in this way to stabilize the barrel."

With that, he held Ling Ling's right hand and stood behind Ling Ling, propped his left hand on the table, locking her between the edge of the table and his chest.

The scent of ambergris enveloped Ling Ling, the temperature of his palm on the back of his right hand, and his even breathing came from his hair. Her back pressed against his chest, and she could feel a powerful heartbeat.

Ling Ling was a little uncomfortable, after all, in the 24 years since she was a child, except for filming, she had never had such close contact with the opposite sex, and she was such an impeccable-looking man.

Bai Feiye ignored the stiffness on Ling Ling's body, bent down slightly, raised her right hand, and put it on the rice paper.

"The pen should be strong, the force is the skill of the wrist, the pen should be clean and neat, and the same is true for lifting the pen."

His voice came from her ears, whispering softly but without half emotion, the wind of speaking blew in Ling Ling's ears, and she only felt trembling all over.

"What's wrong?"

"No, nothing."

His beautiful and slender hand held Ling Ling's hand holding the brush, as if teaching a child to write, and took her to write the poem she had just written again stroke by stroke.

Ling Ling's mind was a little dazed during the whole process, and his cheeks unconsciously flushed with crimson.

I didn't expect this King Jing to suddenly come to such a stubble! Teach her to write well, what does this posture mean! Ling Ling didn't think that their relationship was good enough to write in such a posture, but for some reason, his body still didn't listen to her, and he couldn't resist in the slightest......

"Got it?" Bai Feiye heard a magnetic voice ringing in his ears.

He took his hand away and stood beside her.

The fingers of Ling Ling's right hand were still in the same pen-holding posture that Bai Feiye was fiddling with, looking at the line of words he had written with her just now, it was indeed ...... It's a lot better than what she just wrote!

"Hmmm......"

Ling Ling looked at the words, nodded, and looked at Bai Feiye with a sincere face,

"I don't really understand."

I taught her to write in that posture just now, and I'm still such a handsome man! It's strange to understand!

Bai Feiye looked at Ling Ling, his eyes as deep as cold stars couldn't see any waves. He walked to the cabinet on the side, took down a stack of rice paper placed on it, and placed it on the desk in front of Ling Ling.

"Words should be practiced from an early age, but time waits for no one. Keep in mind the way you put pen to paper, and copy it according to the handwriting on it. ”

"You still have to look at the handwriting for the concubine selection ceremony?" Ling Ling looked at the stack of rice paper full of dense and beautiful words, and muttered quietly.

"Words are like people."

Bai Fei said coldly.

"Thank you, Your Royal Highness King Jing, for your careful teaching! For the sake of these four words, I must study hard!. ”

Ling Ling gritted his teeth, the hand holding the pen pinched the pen hard, and looked at Bai Feiye with a smirk.

"In the future, grandma will teach you talent during the day, and after the end, you will return to Xuening Pavilion to practice calligraphy. Submit fifty articles to Qingliu every morning, and he will bring them to this king for examination. ”

With that, he walked over to the tea table and poured a cup of tea elegantly.

"Lord Wang, will fifty chapters be too much?"

"A hundred?"

"Fifty! Lord Wang, you have the final say, fifty! ”

Ling Ling couldn't say what she felt in her heart at the moment, she knew that it would not be a good thing for Bai Feiye to let her live in! You know, she hasn't written fifty brush words a day since she was a child!!

She asked tentatively again,

"Then lord, am I going to start handing in my homework tomorrow morning?"

Hearing her use the word "homework", a smile flashed in Bai Feiye's eyes,

"What do you think?"

Ling Ling glared at the man who was leisurely drinking tea, and angrily found a stool to sit down and began to practice calligraphy.

"Watch your manners." Bai Feiye reminded.

"Yes, His Royal Highness King Jing!" Ling Ling grinned and gritted his teeth.

"All the food and clothing here have been arranged, and your maid will come in regularly to take care of you, and you can practice calligraphy with peace of mind."

Bai Feiye put down the teacup lightly, got up and pushed the door open, and gracefully walked under the peach blossom tree outside the attic.

He had his back to the attic, the wind blowing his black hair under the jade crown, his tall and straight body stood with his hands on his hands, the corners of his white clothes embroidered with gold thread were lifted by the wind, Ling Ling looked at him through the window, and he only felt like he was looking at an incomparably exquisite painting.

It's just that as soon as he remembered what the man had said in the house before, Ling Lingqi didn't move. Looking at the person outside the window with his back to her, Ling Ling raised the hand holding the brush, and after aiming, he was about to throw it in the direction of the person.

And the person standing under the peach tree, as if he knew Ling Ling's move, turned around indifferently and looked back when she raised her hand.

Ling Ling was startled, and quickly lowered his raised hand, lowered his head, and made a serious appearance of writing.

The little face facing the rice paper was a little red, and his heart was pounding like a thief being caught by Bai Feiye's turn, and the rice paper was full of messy lines like ghost drawings.

These actions of hers were fully watched by Bai Feiye, looking at the person pretending to write seriously in the window, he felt a little funny in his heart, and the corners of his mouth raised lightly without noticing.

Ling Ling quietly raised his eyes to see if the people outside the window were still there, and there was only one peach blossom tree that bloomed luxuriantly out of time in the open space in front of the Xue Ning Pavilion.