Fuxing Mengfei

Chapter 195

Enough laughing, Mo Xiaowan changed from wild laughter to normal laughter.

"Master, this is a secret!"

Her small face was flushed, she blinked her eyes and said mysteriously: "I have a great plan, if it comes true, it will definitely scare Master."

"Well, I'm waiting to be surprised by you as a teacher."

Xie Wudi patted the back of her head dotingly: "Have you laughed enough? Then tell me what to do to help you achieve that great plan."

"Master, you wait."

Mo Xiaowan jumped off the stone bench and disappeared into the tree-lined path.

After a while, he ran back excitedly holding a roll of documents.

"Master, master, teach me to practice calligraphy. I must write exactly the same as the handwriting on this document, without any deviation."

Xie Wudi's eyes fell on the document, and he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Xiaowan, are you sure?"

"Definitely, very, very and definitely."

Mo Xiaowan opened his wide and watery eyes, and said pitifully, "Master, is it so difficult? Is it never possible?"

"It's not difficult!"

Xie Wudi withdrew his gaze from the paper: "Your teacher has given you advice, and you have devoted yourself to practicing for three to five years."

Mo Xiaowan's tongue got stuck: "No, Master, why did it take so long?"

"If my teacher guessed correctly, this volume was written by the Eighth Prince. His calligraphy was learned from Grand Master Feng, and he has a style of his own. The Eight Kings are talented. When it comes to calligraphy, no one in Xuanyuan Kingdom can match it."

Mo Xiaowan was a little sluggish: "Master can't compare?"

"Everyone has a swing!"

Xie Wudi made up his sword: "The teacher said for three years and five years, Xiaowan did nothing, devoted himself to calligraphy day and night, plus Xiaowan's talent, I can imitate him one or two..."

"Stop, stop, stop!"

No wonder every time I look at the words written by Uncle Xuanyuan, I feel like flying dragons and phoenixes, as if the characters are about to fly out of the paper.

His calligraphy attainments had already reached this level.

It's only been one or two for so long, and she can't wait.

Mo Xiaowan raised his head and asked, "To be honest, Master, is there a quick way?"

"It's hard to imitate the strength of character, but it's hard to imitate the shape."

Xie Wudi nodded slightly: "You can try."

"Come on, come on, I can't wait!"

Mo Xiaowan is gearing up...

For several days in a row, Mo Xiaowan worked extraordinarily hard. Whether it was Feng Yi's report, or Xuanyuanchen deliberately passing by the Fengxi Pavilion every time he went down to court, Mo Xiaowan always lowered his head, and made every stroke seriously. Practice calligraphy.

Sometimes at dusk, the setting sun is reflected on her little face, and the appearance of her practicing calligraphy, complemented by the Fenglin creek behind her, seems to be shrouded in extreme beauty, giving birth to a kind of tranquil beauty.

Xuanyuanchen stood in the shadow of Fenglin several times, and stopped to look at her for a long time. Every time he saw her serious appearance, the corners of Xuanyuanchen's mouth widened, and a smile spread across his face.

This made Feng Yi unable to bear to look directly at it.

It feels like the person standing in the maple forest, although he looks the same as the master, is completely different, it must be another person.

His own master's dead face can also smile with Xie Wudi's kindness, smiling like a spring flower blooming, just one glance can drown people in it.

Xuanyuanchen always felt that Mo Xiaowan was suddenly so quiet, as if a big cake fell from the sky and smashed into Yafeng Garden of Wangfu.

It was night, and he secretly called Feng Yi into the study.

"Feng Yi, this king is busy with official duties these days, can Miss still take care of herself?"

"Master, the sun is coming out from the west!"

Feng Yi reported the truth: "She practiced handwriting with heart every day, and the master asked her to stop and rest, but she was unwilling."

(End of this chapter)