The general's mansion is not rich in heirs, and my grandmother may be a little self-blaming, thinking that she has made too much business, so she is old, contrary to the ruthlessness of her youth, and is kind to others everywhere.

is different from the hypocrisy when she was young, the old grandmother really and seriously worships the Buddha, gives porridge all the year round, and even cares a lot less about the Gao family.

So when I found out that the Gao family used the avoidance soup to control the aunt in the house, it brought a lot of blows to my grandmother.

Yuan Chuyao wanted to be comforted, but he had nowhere to start.

In addition, my grandmother wanted to be alone for a while.

Mama Lin also told her that her grandmother was even neglecting to worship the Buddha.

Buddha or something, a frustrated grandmother, don't plan to make offerings.

Beckoning everyone to come over to visit her grandmother, Yuan Chuyao also wanted to see how her grandmother was doing, but don't pay for other people's mistakes.

Fortunately, this time the grandmother did not refuse their request, and the three of them followed the little girl and walked in the verandah.

But after a while, he arrived at the study, and Yuan Chuyao hadn't been to his grandmother's study for a long time.

Standing by the door and pausing for a moment, she stepped in, and at a glance saw her grandmother standing in front of the bookcase practicing calligraphy.

The old lady said unhurriedly: "It's here." ”

Yuan Chuying's mind was full of amusement, and he was stunned to follow Yuan Chuyao to greet him.

Yuan Chuyao took care of herself and sat down, and Yuan Chuying and Yuan Churou sat down together slowly.

"Grandmother, what is this writing about?"

Yuan Chuyao stepped forward, looked at the big forbearance word on the top and fell into condensation, and said in his heart: How to say it so that it is not so embarrassing.

It seems that Gao's demotion from a wife to a concubine was still a punishment decided by the grandmother after her patience.

Yuan Jinghe and Yuan Chuxue are the children of the Yuan family, which may be the grandmother's reason for patience.

"My grandmother's handwriting is much better than mine. Yuan Chuyao decided that no matter what the words were, just boast about the effect of writing.

After all, it is very convincing to praise others for writing better than her.

Anyway, her handwriting is so ordinary that it hasn't stood out.

The old lady laughed sullenly, and the not much gentle atmosphere in the room suddenly eased down, "That's right, I heard that you have to practice a lot of words every day, but there is no progress." ”

Yuan Chuyao, who has practiced calligraphy and practiced lonely, is thick-skinned: "Probably because he has no talent, he can't ask for it." ”

If you want to blame her words, it didn't count in her heart, and she never knew how ordinary it looked, and she was not self-motivated at all.

Her hands are also disobedient, and the dragons and phoenixes are dancing in her head, and she is still writing with a stroke and trembling.

Yuan Chuying and Yuan Churou have seen it.

Yuan Churou thinks that her words are passed down in one line, "I think it's okay, sister, don't be arrogant, some people can't write it." ”

The old lady has not yet seen someone who is very popular, and said with a smile: "Some people can't write, who writes worse than her?"

Yuan Churou looked at Yuan Chuying silently, silent.

Yuan Chuying was full of small question marks, and under the teasing eyes of the old lady and Yuan Chuyao who laughed together, she couldn't help but slap Yuan Churou's arm: "Just say it, why did you betray me!"

"I didn't say anything. Yuan Churou glanced at her emphatically, and then looked away.

Yuan Chuying snorted twice: "It seems that you wrote very well." ”

Yuan Churou smiled happily, her eyes were soft, and she stretched out her index finger and shook it, "It's a little better than Yingying." ”

As soon as these words came out, Yuan Chuying was speechless, and really defaulted to Yuan Churou being better than her, and Yuan Chuyao also nodded.

The three sisters looked as a matter of course, and the old lady was interested, "Come and write and read." ”

I didn't forget to add a sentence, "Yao'er doesn't need it, you're tired of reading your words." ”

Yuan Chuyao pressed the table and wanted to get up, her eyes were full of incredulity, and then she pouted and said: "Grandmother, don't look down on me, my words are better than both of them, you will regret it." ”

Since she doesn't have to write, then she sits well, and the province is still being commented on, you know, grandmother has not looked down on her words for a long time.

With Yuan Chuyao's words, the old lady was really a little hesitant for a while, and nodded Yuan Chuying, "You come first." ”

To be reasonable, according to the quality of the words, the three sisters all think that Yuan Chuying's handwriting is the worst, so let's look at the worst one, anyway, no matter how bad it is, it will be in the end.

Yuan Chuying stepped forward easily, supported the hem of her sleeves, dipped her pen in ink, and moved elegantly, revealing a slender and beautiful wrist, her posture was calm, and her demeanor was impeccable.

Look at the words she wrote, and look at her serious appearance, the old lady has no words.

"Grandmother, how's that?"

After putting down the pen, Yuan Chuying looked at the old lady with sparkling eyes, looking forward to being commented.

The old lady paused, "I don't know how you sisters can do it, the handwriting is so ugly, and you can still be so confident." ”

Looking at her posture, I thought there could be any unexpected level at all, but after reading it, I realized that I was thinking too much.

The old lady waved her hand: "Change one." ”

Yuan Churou's movements seem to replicate Yuan Chuying's manners, the same elegance and moving, and the same years are quiet.

Yuan Chuyao wants to smile or not, the old lady's face is like a vegetable.

It is really hard to imagine why one or two characters are similar to those copied from the same mold, at most one stroke is smoother, and one is more difficult.

Yuan Churou is a little better, it's really just a little better.

"The three sisters, compared to each other, in the end, it was Yao'er who wrote the best. The old lady's face was ugly for a while, and then she couldn't help but be amazed.

Yuan Churou inadvertently caught a glimpse of her grandmother's expression, and thought that she would reprimand them, but in a blink of an eye, her grandmother's face returned to normal, maybe this is seeing the world.

Looking at the words of the two, Yuan Chuyao really couldn't control the desire to write, added a sentence next to the words of the two, and laughed stupidly: "Looking at it like this, I was surprised that I looked like a calligrapher, hahahaha, it all depends on the sisters." ”

Yuan Chuying and Yuan Churou didn't feel embarrassed, and they followed with a giggle, and the three sisters were almost the same in their harmonious and friendly giggles.

Seeing this, the old lady's depressed heart seemed to open the window to let the wind pass, gradually soothing, and the anxiety of the crowd together was like smoke, and the wind blew away, and the past has passed.

Fortunately, they can still be well, they are far more optimistic than she imagined, and Yao'er is far more open-minded than she imagined.

At the beginning, Yao'er was deeply coaxed by the Gao family, but she didn't see the two concubines pulling Yao'er, if you want to say who knows the true face of the Gao family best, in addition to the two aunts who are controlled by the Gao family, it should be the two concubines in the house.

Whether it's timid, or whatever.

They didn't choose to tell Yuan Chuyao the truth, it's a fact.