The Queen Mother was a little surprised, but then nodded to herself, "That's right, you know pharmacology, you should be literate." Who taught you your words? ”

Seeing that the Queen Mother asked again, Linlang replied.

"It was taught by the slave's deceased grandfather."

She wasn't lying. The original owner was indeed literate, and his grandfather taught him.

Her father had the idea of passing on men but not women, and a year after her mother entered the house, he was anxious to accept the concubine. After Yu Cheng's outstanding life, she was even more dispensable and left behind.

This kind old man is also interested in her, including the original owner's own medical skills, but if you want to say how good the original handwriting is, it is the wisdom of the benevolent and the wise.

Aunt Gui couldn't help but be a little disappointed when she heard that it was just taught by an old doctor, but she still took paper, ink, pen and inkstone for her to try at the direction of the Queen Mother.

Linlang rolled up her sleeves and picked up the brush. The body has an instinctive sense of familiarity, as if it has been practiced thousands of times.

The standard posture of the moment she lifted the pen made Ji Huirong's expression change.

Sure enough.

The clouds are flowing and the pen is cloudy.

Her handwriting doesn't show much of a woman's grace, she is square and rigorous, and she is meticulous. But under a closer look, it is vigorous and powerful, and even has a bit of madness through the back of the paper, and there are needles hidden in the cotton.

Words are like people.

"The writing is much better than what the mourning family thought, but I didn't expect that in addition to pharmacology and good cooking skills, you also have a beautiful hand." Ji Huirong did not skimp on his appreciation.

"The queen mother has won the award, but the slave and maid don't dare."

Linlang put down his pen.

In fact, when she wrote it just now, she was still restrained.

In the original simulation, she used fingers or grass stalks instead for most of the time, so it was actually a little uncomfortable to hold a brush at this time.

However, this slight sense of rustiness made her words even more clumsy.

As for why hiding strength.

Linlang believes that everything is enough as long as it is clicked.

Leave some leeway, it's always useful.

"Queen Mother, look, then let this girl copy these, right?" Aunt Gui was afraid that her master would have to write hard again when it was late, so she hurriedly packed her things and stuffed them into Linlang's arms.

I pinched a purse that was not light and stuffed it together.

"Thank you for the reward of the Empress Dowager, and the slave will retreat first." Linlang smiled on her face, and her mother sold batches in her heart.

is because Aunt Gui is too positive, and it has become a habit to praise and reward a dragon for many years. That's why it's such a simple main quest, so it hasn't been completed yet.

After all, she can't rush to the Queen Mother, point to her own nose, and shout 'Niang Niang reward me', right?

It is estimated that after shouting today, it is estimated that tomorrow it will either enter the Tai Hospital or enter the mass grave.

Linlang was about to go back a little dejectedly.

Before he left the palace gate, he almost bumped into a long figure.

"I've seen Aki-sama."

She wasn't surprised at all now.

Since arriving at Shoukang Palace, I have been able to meet Qiubai every three or five times.

If she hadn't made sure that Qiubai and the Queen Mother were indeed different, she would have wondered if they were their biological mother and son.

And the most rumored in the palace is that he is a distant relative of the Queen Mother. If you think about it, this is indeed the most likely.

"Healed?"

He lowered his head, and his voice was clear and nice.

"What?" Linlang obviously didn't expect that his first question would be this.

I didn't react for a while.

Seeing that she was like a goose, the young man couldn't help frowning slightly and repeated.

"I know pharmacology, why can't I even worry about my own injuries?"