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Chapter 85 Practicing calligraphy is like practicing kung fu (for subscription)
In the haze, Chu Qingqing subconsciously felt that there was someone beside her, so she sat up abruptly in shock, and exclaimed, "Who?"

"I~"

"Huh? Young Master?"

Chu Qingqing's expression was slightly startled, and she patted her forehead. She remembered that she was still in the concert hall just now, why is she back in the room now?
And what is the young master doing in his room so late?Of course, no matter what she does, she will never refuse,

"Get up and light the lamp first, I have something to ask you,"

Hearing this, Chu Qingqing tidied up her messy clothes suspiciously, got out of bed quickly, fumbled for a torch and lit up all the lights in the room,
Then Yingzhen ordered her to find a pen and ink,
"Let me see how your handwriting is, and I will read your writing,"

Chu Qingqing was at a loss as to why her young master was testing her calligraphy in the middle of the night, but she sat down as she said, holding the pen with her right hand,
With her hands behind her back, Yingzhen read leisurely:

"Laughing words are full of dark fragrance, and win tears."

After hearing this, Chu Qingqing put her hands down at her desk and began to write,
After a while, when she finished writing, Yingzhen came over to take a look, and said in her heart that the entrustment was inhumane,
The writing of this character can’t be said to be crooked, but it’s not much better.
Ying Zhen couldn't help frowning,

Chu Qingqing's face flushed, and she was a little embarrassed. She never went to school, and she practiced reading and writing with her when she was a maid.

Ying Zhen shook her head, "It's better to move the pen and ink to my room."

Chu Qingqing stuck out her tongue in embarrassment, and quickly cleaned up the table.

She transferred the Four Treasures of the Study to the desk in Yingzhen's room, then lit a lamp, carefully ground the ink, and then moved a small stove to the side of the desk,
Then he was kicked out by Ying Zhen,

Yingzhen stood in front of the book case and held a pen in thought for a long time, finally decided to write down the pen, carefully writing the word "Yingying" on the rice paper one stroke at a time,
After finishing writing,
Fortunately, she is better than Chu Qingqing, but she is still unqualified.
Ying Zhen picked up the rice paper and threw it into the small stove beside it to destroy the corpse,

Then he went on to write, anyway, it was just these two words, although he made progress, he was always unsatisfactory.

In his previous life, he knew that a person's handwriting is his face, and it is quite easy to be despised by others if he does not write well.
Practicing calligraphy is like practicing kung fu, there is no shortcut,

Ying Zhen put down her pen and began to pace the room,
He remembered the words of Datong Tianshou: Wherever the mind goes, the mind can reach the sky,

If you want to rely on your own calligraphy level, it is definitely not enough. I wonder if it can be done with the help of Datong Tianshou?

He deliberately closed his eyes to let himself go, and adjusted his physical and mental state. Gradually, spiritual energy overflowed and hovered over his fingers.
At this moment, Yingzhen felt the five fingers on her right hand trembling slightly, as if they knew what the master meant and were eager to try.

It was also in that indescribable flash of inspiration that Yingzhen suddenly came to the desk, raised the pen and wrote, all in one go,
Looking at it again this time, the word "Ying Ying" on the table is like a phoenix dancing naturally, the strokes are soft and sharp, and the two characters are like two beauties with different shapes dancing, showing the heaven and the man in the space Charm,
"good word,"

Yingzhen could not help but praise herself, and then threw the rice paper into the stove again,

With this experience, Yingzhen knew what to do. She didn't expect Datong Tianshou to be able to use it in calligraphy, which was a surprise.

Then he relaxed with all his body and mind, looking for that little bit of consonance in the silence,

When writing again, he raised his hands casually, and his state of mind was perfectly maintained in a fantasy true meaning of "hands-on and accidental",

Significant progress was made over and over again until the lamp oil was exhausted. Ying Zhen seemed to wake up from a dream, smiled slightly, stretched her waist, and returned to the bed to rest.

……

The next morning,
The guests who were placed in other places of Sanjue Garden got up one after another. After breakfast, they were ready to leave and return.

Knowing that he won't see Yingzhen this time, Yue Botao left Qingzhou Mansion by car with his brother-in-law Zhao Jing rather disappointed.

At this moment, the entrance of Sanjue Bieyuan was full of all kinds of carriages, and Lu Zhengguang was seeing off guests at the entrance.

Yingzhen had already woken up, standing alone in the bamboo garden digesting some insights from last night,
The snow has stopped, but the weather is still cold,
Chu Qingqing cleaned up in Yingzhen's room,
"Brother,"

Qing Wan came early in the morning, holding a black lacquer and gold post in her hand,

"Brother, is it convenient now?"

Yingzhen smiled slightly, confident, "Of course it's convenient,"

"Okay, then please brother write it yourself."

The door of Yingzhen's room was wide open, and Qingwan went straight in, put the post on the desk, took out the pen, ink and inkstone that Chu Qingqing had just packed, and polished the ink for Yingzhen herself,

"Brother, I thought about it all night last night. The name Yingying is really nice, and Xiaobao will definitely like it."

No matter in Qing Wan's or Nie Wu's heart's heart, they seem to be particularly looking forward to the elimination of the rift between Ying Zhen and Jiang Qing Hui,
Of course Yingzhen also hopes in her heart, otherwise she would not stay up all night to practice calligraphy. Linhui Hall is the head of the nine halls, and it can be said that more than half of the backbone of Mingjiao is concentrated.
Jiang Qinghui is an unworldly master who can be as famous as the Five Emperors. Winning the Linhui Palace is the most important step in Yingzhen's process of recovering the entire Mingjiao.

Chu Qingqing also ran over to join in the fun, she was also curious about how beautiful the young master's calligraphy would be?It must be excellent, right?
Qingwan gently dipped the ink on the pen, then filtered it evenly on the edge of the inkstone, handed it to Yingzhen with both hands, and said with a smile:
"Brother, come on,"

Yingzhen took it with a smile, and after holding her left hand, she just waved the pen on the post seemingly casually, then put the pen back on the pen holder,
The two girls on the side looked at the words on the post, their eyes lit up immediately,
Qingwan widened her eyes and exclaimed:

"Floating like floating clouds, resembling a swimming dragon, and like a phoenix soaring above the nine-day sky, regardless of the style and meaning of the strokes, it can be called the pinnacle, this word is wonderful,"

Chu Qingqing was also dumbfounded, and felt that her son's calligraphy was not much better than that of the current calligraphers.
It's just a little strange in my heart, the word Yingying seems to be included in the sentence that the young master asked me to write last night, why is that?

Oops, I don't understand, how can I guess that you are unpredictable,
Qing Wan held up the copybook with excited hands,

"I'll send someone to quickly send this post to Guangmingding. Presumably, the elder sister will feel the brother's doting on Xiaobao from it,"

"Go,"

Qingwan left the bamboo garden full of joy like a gust of wind,

After she left, Yingzhen turned to look at Chu Qingqing again, frowned and said:
"Where's my breakfast?"

(End of this chapter)