Houmen's concubine

Chapter 17 Ink Research
Xie Yuheng really didn't expect that this little girl could really study ink, and her movements were very skillful.

At the same time, it is also strange that Wang Tonger, who has been a little maid at Xie Yuwan's place since she was a child, who told her to study ink?
Originally, I wanted to teach her to grind it myself, but it seems that I don't need it.

The ink sticks used by Xie Yuheng are high-quality lampblack inks. Because the lampblack inks are firm and shiny, they are dark and moist, and they don’t stick to the pen or smudge on the paper.

Xiao Mo and Xiao Yan each brought a plate of pastries and seasonal fruits, and placed them on the coffee table beside them.

Usually, they have never seen the master ordering them to come to the study to deliver food such as cakes and fruits. The two guessed that the master was not full because of his loyalty and bravery.

Xiao Mo went to Ai Ji next to him to make a pot of Yuqian Longjing tea for the elder son, poured it into a cup and handed it to Xie Yuheng: "Master, drink some tea to moisten your throat first."

"Well, you guys go down." Xie Yuheng took the tea cup from Xiao Mo, took a sip, put the tea cup on the corner of the desk, and said softly.

While grinding the ink, Wang Tonger watched Xie Yuheng write.

Gee!

As expected of a descendant of a family, writing is very imposing.

I saw him standing by the table, first place a ruler in front of the rice paper, spread the hand scroll on the table, and write with a cantilever.

It can be seen that he has a solid foundation in calligraphy practice. If you look closely, there is a thin layer of calluses on the fingers holding the pen.

Feeling Wang Tong'er's admiring eyes, Xie Yuheng was quite happy in her heart, and pursed her lips.

He asked happily: "What? Want to learn?"

"what?"

Wang Tong'er hadn't turned the corner yet, she was a humble maid, how could she even think about writing?

"You can read, write this son and see."

"Oh."

Wang Tong'er thought to herself that she must know the characters, but the traditional characters are still a bit reluctant.

So she hesitated for a moment, stepped forward and wrote down the words "At the beginning of human beings, nature is good" on the paper, put down the pen and stepped back.

Xie Yuheng looked at the big characters written in the dog-splitting style, and it was really a waste of his own good rice paper.

According to Wang Tong'er, the writing of this character is good enough, but in the eyes of Xie Yuheng, who has studied and practiced calligraphy diligently under the guidance of great Confucians since childhood, it looks like a young child who has just learned to write. The characters are ugly and unreadable.

"Come here." Xie Yuheng embraced him in a good mood, and taught her to practice calligraphy hand in hand.

Suddenly there was another scent in his nose, the same light floral scent as when he saw her in the morning, this scent was not like the usual incense.

"What kind of ointment do you usually put on?" Xie Yuheng asked involuntarily.

"what?"

Wang Tong'er was caught off guard that he would ask this question, thinking that she was just a little maid, how could she have spare money to buy some balm?
Thinking of this, he replied softly: "No, the servant girl didn't apply any ointment."

"Ah."

He didn't expect it to be the little girl's own body fragrance, and it smelled nice.

Xie Yuheng had distinct joints, and her slender and tender hands were wrapped around her slender and tender hands like green onions with her big palms as white as jade, which made Wang Tong'er very uncomfortable, like an ant on a hot nest, wishing to put her face down and pull out her little hand to leave.

Ugh!
Who made himself a slave and the master?

I had no choice but to endure the suspicion of being taken advantage of by him, and leaned against his chest with a stiff little body, and was led by him to hold the pen, in an orderly manner: one horizontal, one vertical, one stroke, one stroke...

It's just that the light pine smell wafting from the top of the head is also very nice.

Xie Yuheng was in a good mood, and the boredom during lunch dissipated.

Smelling the scent of flowers with body fragrance of the little girl in front of her, her soft and boneless little hands were wrapped in her big palms.It strengthened the idea of ​​bringing people in earlier.

"Tie up the hair on your forehead, it's so ugly!"

I can't understand Wang Tong'er's small face, which was originally the size of a slap, and her forehead was covered by a thick layer of hair, leaving only long eyelashes and eyes drooping all day long, which made the originally stunning small face pale. few.

Thanks to the upturned nose tip and small lips, otherwise, I really don't want to see it.

"what?"

Wang Tong'er didn't know why, so, what kind of hairstyle should I wear at the master's discretion?
While she was complaining in her heart, Huang Yu reported in a low voice in front of the study: "Master, Eunuch Zhang from the palace is here."

"Well, this son will pass now."

Xie Yuheng didn't seem to be on guard against Wang Tonger, he put away all the important things and locked them in a drawer, but didn't tell her to leave.

In fact, his valuable calligraphy, paintings and books are all stored in the storage room in the back room, and no one can open it without the key in his hand.

Besides, he either locked it in a dark cabinet or carried it with him when it was related to the affairs of the court.

Therefore, I am not afraid of anyone coming to steal it, let alone the little maid who can't read all the big characters.

Before leaving, Xie Yuheng threw a copybook to her, and did not forget to tell her: "There is nothing to do at the moment, follow the words on the copybook, and practice first."

"Oh. I'll save it, maidservant." Wang Tong'er obediently agreed, being hugged by him in front of her chest was really too ambiguous.

When he left, he breathed a long sigh of relief, and his stiff little body relaxed.

If she hadn't known that this body was only 14 years old, she would have thought that Shi Ziye was a pervert, a pervert!
It's just that she didn't expect it. As she guessed, isn't Xie Yuheng just a pervert with obsession?

Wang Tong'er saw the discarded rice paper that was lumped together when he was just writing. These should be thrown into the trash can.

She had an idea, the rice paper is soft, use these waste rice paper, arrange it, fold it neatly, cover it with a layer of cotton cloth and sew it up with needle and thread, ha ha!It's a sanitary napkin!

I don't know what Miss Rich's monthly letter is for?

She remembered that the original owner used plant ash, which was neither hygienic nor convenient nor comfortable.

It's just that I want to do it secretly, and I must not be known by the son of the world, otherwise, if the paper he writes on is used to make sanitary napkins by himself, what's the deal?
As long as you hide it well, you won't be found.

Let me ask, who would take out the private things of the little maidservant?

Another advantage is that there are no other young maidservants here except herself, so she will not be accused.

There are only a few women who do laundry and cleaning in the yard, and they can't get in touch with themselves. How do they know that they steal the waste paper discarded by the son to make sanitary napkins?
The ancients considered it unclean and unlucky for a woman to send a monthly letter. It is said that after a man gets married, his wife will send a monthly letter. At night, the husband and son-in-law will go to the study to sleep.

Wang Tong'er first carefully put away the bits and pieces of rice paper and put them into her small bag.

Turning around, I saw the cakes that Xiaomo and the others brought in, and remembered that I had only had a simple meal with Qiaoer and the others in Huijuyuan at noon, and before I was full, Xiaomo called out: "Miss Tong'er , let's go!"

Now seeing the cakes on the plate, the glutton came up, and he was hungry immediately.

　Wang Tonger's first day in Qingsongyuan was relaxed and happy.

　　
　
(End of this chapter)