Brother Wanfu

Chapter 49 Gifts
"Mr. is waiting for me, what's the matter?"

Qin Tian asked Wei Yunce, and the young man laughed.

"It turned out that I was careless. I didn't have to go to class for the first time, so I let the students write their own words."

Pro his word?

Qin Tian thought of the copybook he gave himself yesterday.

But Wei Yunce said, "I wrote that copybook. It was originally a friend's younger brother. He always said that my handwriting was particularly attractive to him. He asked me to write a copybook for him. I originally wanted to give the other copybook to him." You, don’t want to miss seeing clearly yesterday, so I gave you my copy.”

Wei Yunce said, shaking his head with a self-deprecating smile.

"I'm not so thick-skinned yet, let students come to my words."

As he spoke, he took out another copybook.

"This is a copybook written by our former aunt of the Wei family. It is quite famous among the boudoirs in Qingzhou, and it is very popular with the girls. This is what I want to give you."

Qin Tian heard that the Wei aunt he mentioned was from the time of the Empress Yuanxi Emperor. When Emperor Yuanxi was in power to promote women, she passed the women's imperial examination and won a high reputation. Being a female official was highly valued by Emperor Yuanxi.

However, after the untimely death of Emperor Yuanxi, the female officials were squeezed out and stigmatized, and many female officials could not retain a good reputation before and after their lives.

Fortunately, the Wei family has a noble lintel and a large number of virtuous ministers, so this old aunt of Wei Yunce has a good reputation and a copybook handed down from generation to generation.

Wei Miao and He Qiu's handwriting is outstanding, and they are all copybooks written by this senior.

Of course, Qin Tian would not reject this copybook. In bookstores outside, only imitations can be bought, and the characters on the imitation can only describe its shape, not carve its bones, but the copybook Wei Yunce gave her must not be The imitation copy is the authentic calligraphy of the lady official.

Wei Yunce handed it over, and she quickly took it with both hands.

"Thank you, Mr. Wei, I will definitely practice more in the future."

Wei Yunce nodded gently, encouraged her a few words, but said again.

"This post is so vivid, as for the one I wrote, just throw it away, otherwise it will be a joke of mine."

threw?

Qin Tian waved his hands again and again, "Mister's handwriting is also very good, how can you throw it away?"

"How can my handwriting be compared with that of my predecessors and everyone else? But I can barely read it."

Qin Tian didn't think so.

She read his handwriting carefully last night, the handwriting is indeed not like the common styles in the boudoir, it reveals the masculinity only of men, but it is not blindly hard, just right in the soft place.

Qin Tian's handwriting is a bit softer, and Lin Yilin's handwriting should be improved a bit.

She said no, "Mr. Wei's handwriting is also unique. If you don't need me to return it, I want to copy it better."

She was sincere, Wei Yunce glanced at her.

"You really don't dislike it?"

"Don't dislike it!"

"Aren't you kidding me?"

"How is it possible? It's too late for me to respect my husband!"

Qin Tian said whatever was on his mind.

Wei Yunce fixed his eyes on the little girl's clear eyes, and then retracted them slightly.

"Don't be too respectful," he said.

Qin Tian was taken aback for a moment, not understanding what this meant.

Wei Yunce then said another sentence.

"Although I am a gentleman, I don't want to feel too old. After all, I consider myself a young man."

This way of thinking is like getting lost in a forest, which is completely unpredictable.

At this moment, he is not like the gentleman whose students dare not look directly at him, but like the man who sits down and burns incense in the chaotic forest in the forest.

Qin Tian couldn't hold back a chuckle.

It's just that with her smile, she felt that the eyes of the female students in the school were more serious.

Her heart stopped, and she was about to ask Mr. Wei if he had anything else to do, only to hear that Wei Yunce had already spoken.

"It's okay, let's go to school."

After finishing speaking, he nodded slightly to her, turned and left.

Qin Tian breathed a sigh of relief.

He left with his front foot, and Wei Miao arrived here with his back foot.

"Big brother?"

But Wei Yunce didn't say much, he just responded and left from the small road.

Wei Miao was a little puzzled, but He Qiu, who followed her closely, first looked at Wei Yunce nervously, and after Wei Yunce left, he saw the face of Qin Tian standing in front of the school.

Her eyes fixed on the copybook in Qin Tian's hand, then went all the way up, and finally landed on Qin Tian's face.

Inexplicably, Qin Tian felt a little chill all over her.

Qin Tian was secretly discussed for a day, but she didn't do anything bad, she just accepted Mr. Wei's copybook.

However, after accepting two copybooks in a row, Qin Tian couldn't just say thank you.

She asked the old manager, Uncle Zhou, "Do you want to give Mr. Wei something? What is it?"

As soon as the old steward heard it, he said that he should give it away, "Mr. Wei gave the book, and the girl returned a piece of ink to him. If the book meets the ink, I think the literati will like it."

Qin Tian said that it was appropriate, "Uncle Zhou is still thoughtful, but I don't have any good ink in my hand."

Qin Zhou had been waiting for her words for a long time.

"It's a coincidence that Miss Li Er's family opened a new brush and ink shop in the city today. I have already sent a gift for the girl, and it happened that the girl wrote a letter in hand. Waiting for Mo, the Li family's business is doing well, so there are bound to be such good things. When the girl tells them, they feel that the girl is the closest to them."

"Wow!" Qin Tian couldn't help clapping his hands and sighed, "Uncle Zhou is really thoughtful. Between Uncle Zhou and Brother Li, I can't tell who is more thoughtful."

The old steward said that he could not be the same as Mr. Li, "Mr. Li manages dozens of shops in the Li family, no matter how much property, the old slave can only plan and plan for the girl."

But Qin Tian still felt that they were on par, and praised the old steward with a smile on his face.

Qin Tian wrote a congratulatory letter that night, and mentioned about Mo by the way. Within two days, the Li family sent someone to thank him and brought two pieces of good ink.

As soon as Qin Tian opened the two pieces of ink, the scent of ink and Chinese medicinal spices rushed to his face, but quickly melted into the air, leaving a faint aftertaste.

The steward of the Li family explained that this ink was newly produced by an ink maker in northern Jiangsu. It reused traditional Chinese medicine spices and has a faint medicinal fragrance, which can be distinguished from other inks. If it is a gift, it can be regarded as unique.

Not only is it ingenious, but it also suits Qin Tian's temperament of serving herbs.

Qin Tian was almost reluctant to give it away.

She wrote another letter to thank the Li family, and then packed the two pieces of good ink.

The next day there was a calligraphy class, Qin Tian didn't dirty the roll this time, and seriously and silently handed in an essay.

Wei Yunce picked out a few reviews as usual, and also picked out Qin Tian's review.

Of course, Qin Tian's handwriting would not be among the best, but Wei Yunce said.

"Progress is measured in days."

Others didn't know whose words it was, but after Wei Yunce finished speaking, his eyes fell on Qin Tian who was sitting at the end.

Qin Tian heaved a sigh of relief.

Poor students finally have a day of progress.

After class, taking advantage of everyone not paying attention, she quickly caught up with Wei Yunce and gave him the ink.

"Thank you, sir, for your guidance. This is a little thought from the students."

Wei Yunce raised his eyebrows in surprise, and suddenly thought of something.

"By the way, you didn't tell anyone else about my handwriting, did you?"

Qin Tian shook his head.

Wei Yunce said that's good, "Don't tell others, or I will be laughed at."

As he spoke, he pointed out a person.

"Especially your brother, after all these years as my classmate, don't let him laugh at me."

If Qin Shen had been at Liefeng Mountain House these few days, Qin Tian would have told him.

But he wasn't there, and Wei Yunce made such a request, but she remembered her brother's dislike of him.

He didn't know what the relationship between the two was, but he agreed with Wei Yunce.

"Don't worry sir, I won't say anything."

Wei Yunce raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, "That's good."

*
Qin Mansion, Xifeng Pavilion.

The weather after the Dragon Boat Festival is getting hotter and hotter day by day, but it has been raining recently, and the whole city seems to be stuffed in a steamer, and it is gradually heating up as the heat approaches.

Qin Shen was a little bored, standing in the courtyard, looking in the direction of Liefeng Mountain House from afar.

Lian Zhou asked Fu Wen to bring some refreshing tea to the young master.

But Qin Shen only glanced at it, not interested.

Fu Wenneng clearly noticed that the young master had really suffered from being guarded for the past two days, but what he didn't quite understand was that the young master was recuperating in the Liefeng mountain house a few days ago and did not go out, but it is not like now.

Fu Wen thought about it secretly, and saw Lian Zhou walking quickly with someone.

The person who came was the girl's cowardly boy Changzi who loved to pray to God and worship Buddha.

Chang Zi was a little afraid of the young master, half-lowered his head and didn't dare to move, but when the young master saw him, his expression softened.

"The girl asked you to come?"

Chang Zi repeatedly said yes, took out something from his bosom and offered it up.

"The girl got a good piece of ink. I heard that the young master has been practicing calligraphy recently, so Tete asked the little one to send it over."

Fu Wen watched, Chang Xiaosi didn't finish his sentence, the corner of the son's mouth turned up.

Opening the ink with great interest, his eyes lit up as if he smelled a special smell.

"She couldn't have made it herself. Why is there still the aroma of herbs?"

Qin Tian doesn't know how to do things like Mo.

Chang Zi said, "The girl asked Miss Li to find it."

Hearing about the Li family, Qin Shen raised his eyebrows almost imperceptibly.

He couldn't help but think of Li Weizhen.

Such an ingenious ink is probably found by Li Weizhen.

Qin Shen was silent for a moment.

But Changzi took out another thing from his sleeve.

"Before the girl asked the little one to give this ink to the young master, she also prepared a medicinal sachet and smoked it overnight. This is a sachet for clearing the heart and relieving the heat. If the young master is used to the smell, you can put it in the study."

The medicine sachet meant a lot of coolness, and Qin Shen's imperceptible unhappiness just now dissipated immediately.

Also.

Li Weizhen was just looking for Mo for her, but she gave Mo to him alone.

Qin Shen's expression softened.

"The girl is doing well recently? What's the matter?"

In addition to studying every day, Miss Chang Zidao practiced calligraphy at home, often served herbs, and occasionally took rabbits out to graze.

Qin Shen could almost imagine how cool, pleasant, quiet and peaceful the Liefeng Villa was.

It's a pity he can't go.

That's all, as long as there are no other people and things to do.

The world is full of chaos, and it is enough to keep her pure land.

Qin Shen asked Chang Zi some more questions before allowing Chang Zi to go back.

Looking from the side, Fu Wen actually felt sour.

The young master was quite nice to this timid guy who couldn't protect the girl many times.

As for him, since he lost his son on the Dragon Boat Festival, the son is much stricter now.
(End of this chapter)