Your majesty, your queen has run away again

Chapter 201
Shang Wenxuan, who had been wandering outside for several days, threw a book to Murong Yunxiang as soon as he appeared in Wutong Garden.

"Girl, you can practice calligraphy according to this book. After you write it ten times or eight times, you can start to learn other things. There is only one requirement for a teacher of calligraphy, that is, don't imitate, let everything go, and let nature take its course. Write with your heart..."

After speaking, he disappeared again.

Murong Yunxiang picked up the book and flipped through it. It was a scripture book, and the content inside was similar to the Heart Sutra.

She didn't say much, and started practicing calligraphy according to Shang Wenxuan's words, giving up the practice of deliberately imitating calligraphers in the past when writing, calming down, emptying her brain, and following her heart with her pen.

At the beginning, Murong Yunxiang always felt that the written words were awkward, which was not pleasing to the eyes, but she knew that there was a reason for Shang Wenxuan's request, because she wanted her to write in her own style. Only by abandoning the past habits can we truly write characters with personal characteristics.

As the saying goes, writing is like a person, writing has a soul, so looking at a person's writing can judge a person's character and joys and sorrows.

In the following days, as long as he didn't have to be with Murong Yunxia, ​​Murong Yunxiang would hide in Wutong Garden alone and write, sitting for hours at a time, seemingly tireless.

Lingbo sometimes wonders how Murong Yunxiang can sit so calmly for a girl of twelve or thirteen years old who is just at the age of innocence and loves to play.

In her opinion, writing like this is a waste of time, and Murong Yunxiang's original handwriting is very good, it is really incomprehensible to do such a boring thing.

"Miss, take a rest! Watch out for wrist pain!"

Usually Murong Yunxiang is not allowed to be disturbed when writing, but this time Lingbo saw her drinking water and took the opportunity to speak.

"It's okay, I write slowly, I'm not tired, Lingbo, do you want to write together?"

Murong Yunxiang asked Lingbo with a smile.

"No, my subordinates don't want to be calligraphers either, as long as others can see and understand what they write."

If she is good at dancing knives and wielding Lingbo, writing has always been the thing she is most impatient with.

"Okay, then you can continue to meditate, and I will write again."

Murong Yunxiang knew that Lingbo didn't understand Shang Wenxuan's actions, but she didn't plan to tell Lingbo about it. After all, they had different missions and focused on different abilities.

She does understand Shang Wenxuan's intentions very well. Practicing calligraphy is one aspect, and at the same time, it can also cultivate people's state of mind. It is very important for a person to be able to be alone in various noisy environments. It can be said that everyone is drunk but I am alone. The state of awakening.

In addition, this book is a scripture, so she has a more thorough understanding of the scriptures in the book during the process of practicing calligraphy, which has improved her literary accomplishment.

As the saying goes, kill three birds with one stone, and this is also Shang Wenxuan's brilliance.

Speaking of it, Murong Yunxiang has to thank the persistence and endurance cultivated by studying for more than [-] years in her previous life, otherwise she really couldn't sit still at her real age of twelve or thirteen.

For the college entrance examination, the stacks of test papers I did in three years in high school were not for nothing!
Things that seem boring and meaningless to others now, in Murong Yunxiang's eyes, seem like a fish in water, as if he has found a new continent. The difference from before is that it is no longer for some exam tasks, but now it is pure interest and pursuit.

In the evening of that day, Lingbo had just finished writing a chapter when Lingbo led Qinglian in.

"Miss, today is the Mid-Autumn Festival, the eldest lady asked the servants to invite you over to have a meal together, and then enjoy the moon..."

Since Murong Yunxiang started to practice calligraphy for fear of being disturbed by others, Qinglian also went to Murong Yunxia's during the day to help make some small clothes and quilts.

"Ah, Qinglian, if you didn't tell me, I would have forgotten that today is the Mid-Autumn Festival!"

Murong Yunxiang put down his pen, "I'm going to change clothes, Qinglian, come and comb my hair!"

Although she has always disliked wearing those cumbersome dresses and putting her hair up, but this is Jia's house, with Jia Lu, Jia Mu and Xinghua around, she can't let Murong Yunxia feel ashamed.

At the same time, this also represents the image of Miss Murong Mansion, so she will sacrifice her comfort when necessary.

"Okay, Miss, the beige pleated skirt embroidered with orchids is very pretty, Miss, will you wear that? The servant will give you a nice bun, you must be like a little fairy... "

Qinglian's craftsmanship has not been used for a long time, and now she is full of excitement and looks eager to try, which makes people laugh.

"Okay, I'll listen to you. I believe in my family's Qinglian's vision. The little fairy doesn't need it, as long as she doesn't discredit the family and sister!"

Murong Yunxiang teased Qinglian in a good mood.

The three masters and servants are in a happy scene.

It was said to be a Mid-Autumn Festival banquet, but it was actually just a meal together. This was the first time that Murong Yunxiang ate at the same table with Jia Lu and Jia Mu since Murong Yunchang left.

But this time Murong Yunxiang upholds the principle of not talking much, and he doesn't say a word when he should say what should be said.In addition, Jia's mother has kept a low profile recently without the support of her son, so the atmosphere during the banquet was relatively deserted, and the meal was quickly finished.

As for the moon viewing after dinner, Murong Yunxiang stayed with him for a short while, and then withdrew, because Jia Lu and Murong Yunxia looked at the bright and clear moonlight and became poetic, and you and I were very interested in each song.

Murong Yunxiang has always been not very interested in this thing, so he took Lingbo back to Wutong Garden on the pretext that he was a little tired from writing.

"Lingbo, go to the house and take out the fruit wine I treasured. It's too difficult for the two of us to compose poems. Let's continue to drink and watch the moon in the yard..."

Murong Yunxiang never drank alcohol in his previous life, but after coming here alone, he has a special liking for fruit wine. The strong fruit aroma covers up the pungent smell of alcohol, and it is not easy to get drunk. She likes it very much. Take some with you everywhere.

"Okay, my subordinates are going down to fetch wine glasses and some snacks!"

Could it be that Miss is very interested and doesn't write, Lingbo is naturally very happy.

Like a gust of wind, it swept into the house, and then like a gust of wind, it came back to Murong Yunxiang, with more wine glasses, snacks and a jug of wine in his hand...

"It's good to have kung fu, I'm so envious!"

Murong Yunxiang sighed, because of her age and physique, Murong Yunxiang couldn't practice martial arts, so she could only look at Lingbo and stretch out her hands in envy. This is destined to be her regret in this life.

"There's nothing to be envious of. There are many people who know kung fu, but you are the only one, miss!"

In the eyes of the young master, a unique person doesn't need to care about kung fu skills, this is Lingbo's idea.

"Yo, my Lingbo's little mouth is really good at talking now!"

It is said that people get along with each other for a long time, and they will gradually assimilate. Murong Yunxiang found that Lingbo's speech is more and more her style!

Well, this is Near Vermilion Zhechi!

　Come out after a thousand calls

　　
　
(End of this chapter)