Traitor Concubine Growth Manual

Chapter 121

The sun was pouring softly into the small courtyard, Chu Yan and Gu Qi were sitting face to face, a small piece of clay was placed in front of each of them, and there was a basin of clear water at their feet.

In this era, there are no machines for making clay, everything is done by hand, Chu Yan watched Gu Qi's movements, and could only learn his steps clumsily.

The person opposite was very calm. It didn't look like it was the first time he had done this kind of thing. He took a small ladle of water from the copper basin and poured it on the clay, and then gently squeezed it with his hands.

His fingers are slender and beautiful, with distinct knuckles, and there is a thin layer of calluses on the tiger's mouth, which should be caused by years of sword practice.

Those hands first started to outline the top of the clay, pinched it bit by bit along the edge of the clay, removed the excess from time to time, and then rubbed back and forth with their fingertips to smooth the rough places.

At the beginning, Chu Yan followed his rhythm to knead, but gradually she became more focused, and then stopped the movements of her hands, and only watched him do it wholeheartedly.

Gu Qi always seems to be able to quickly settle down to do something, reading a book, and kneading clay at this moment.His movements are skillful, calm, and methodical, and his eyes are also focused and gentle, as he shapes the lump of clay in his hand with great care that didn't look any special at first.

During the period, he stopped and said to Chu Yan: "Why don't you do it?"

"I don't know. Instead of pinching it randomly, it's better to see what His Highness does first." Chu Yan blinked frankly and watched his movements seriously.

Gu Qi slightly bent his lips, so while doing it, he explained it to her.

"This kind of soil is called soft clay. The porcelain or handicrafts made of it have good heat resistance and will not easily crack." His fingertips gently smoothed the uneven places, and slowly moved along the clay. Next, and then repeat this process, "Be patient when kneading the clay, sometimes you think it looks very smooth, but only when you really feel it slowly along every inch of soil, you will find some small irregularities. Bumpy places."

"For example here." He stopped his movements, took Chu Yan's hand, put his palm on the back of her hand, and guided her to the place he touched before, "Did you feel it?"

It was difficult for Chu Yan to explain to him. In fact, she really didn't know exactly what she was touching with her palm at this moment, but his warm palm pressed against her skin, but it brought a little bit of scorching heat, energizing all her senses. All concentrated on the back of the hand.

He looked up at her, his eyes were clean and bright, like a lake in spring, clearly clear to the bottom, but also seemed to hide an indescribable light and warmth, which made people unable to help but indulge in it at a glance.

"If you don't feel it, then move it slowly." He thought she didn't notice the unevenness, so he took her hand and gently rubbed it on the clay.

The back of the hand was his warm body temperature, and there was a little itching feeling in the palm of the hand, and the slightly rough clay brought a little strange feeling, so she finally realized what he called the unevenness, and the palm touched the small bump.Chu Yan burst out laughing: "I got it, here it is!"

Gu Qi also laughed, with a slight arc on his lips, he looked at her tenderly, and then let go of his hand: "When you do it later, be patient, and you will feel it slowly before you notice it. See something that is hard to see with the eye."

He lowered his head and continued to grope for the unevenness, but Chu Yan was slightly startled, not sure whether it was because of his words or because of the strange experience just now.

He said that you have to feel it slowly before you can perceive some things that are difficult to observe with the eyes.

Chu Yan looked down at her hand placed on the stone table. The skin on the back of the hand didn't look strange, but she felt the blood vessels beneath it seemed to be beating faintly. There is still a little warmth left.

Is this the so-called thing that is hard to see with the eyes?

The time was stretched infinitely, and Chu Yan didn't know how long she had been patiently looking at it until Gu Qi's piece of pottery clay finally took shape under his carving, showing that what stood in front of her was no longer just a piece of rough pottery clay, It's the rough embryo of a vase.

Without a machine for making clay, Gu Qi had to do everything by himself, repeating it again and again, but he was not impatient at all.

When the last step was completed, the corners of his lips were slightly curved, and he breathed a sigh of relief: "Okay."

Chu Yan was excited for a rare time, clapped her hands quickly, and praised sincerely: "Your Highness is amazing!"

She looked up at him, her eyes were shining with pure admiration and admiration, it suddenly reminded her of the little girl in her childhood, knowing his indifference and hostility, but still looking at him eagerly, screaming "Brother Prince".

Before he was tempted, his attitude towards her was really hard to recall.

Gu Qi suddenly lost his mind for a moment, looked away slightly, and looked at the vase: "After the color is painted, it can be handed over to the Shanggong Bureau to be fired in the official kiln. If there are no cracks, it is considered finished."

Chu Yan glanced at her still pitiful lump of clay, couldn't help but let out a long sigh, and resignedly followed the steps he had just started to do.

This time it was Gu Qi who watched her do it.

Chu Yan has to admit that she has no talent in hands-on ability, compared to Gu Qi's calmness, she is simply flustered.When adding water, she accidentally added too much, so she hurriedly took out the excess water; the clay was too thin, and she looked at her dirty hands speechlessly, not knowing where to start.

Gu Qi laughed again and again silently, seeing that Chu Yan was so busy that beads of sweat oozed from her forehead, and finally took out a handkerchief to wipe her helplessly: "It seems that the Crown Princess really doesn't have much talent."

His fingertips touched her forehead again, and Chu Yan subconsciously froze, the clear breath on the handkerchief lingered at the end of her nose, it was his smell, and it had become very familiar to her since no one knows when .

"Your Highness is laughing at me?" She frowned slightly and looked at him accusingly.

Gu Qi smiled without saying a word, stood up and walked behind her, then gently bent down to hold her hand, and led her to the ugly piece of clay.

"The movement should be light, the clay is too soft, too much force will only be counterproductive, and it will not be shaped." His palm touched her skin again, and this time he dexterously led her to move slowly from top to bottom.

Chu Yan's whole body was stiff, because he was sticking to her back, such a strong sense of presence could not be ignored, but this time his breath was overwhelming, Chu Yan couldn't tell what kind of smell it was, it wasn't like vanilla, but It seems to have a faint aroma of orchids, not very strong, just a touch.

In fact, Chu Yan's hand is not small, but at the moment he is holding it in his palm, it looks like a child, and he patiently taught her how to do it, giving instructions from time to time, with a clear and deep voice, like a whisper The language is not charming, but gentle and intimate.

"This is a very long process, like giving birth to a life, but you have to be patient, be full of affection for it, and imagine that you are actually treating a cute little lover." He laughed softly, because this laughter, posted on The body on her back also trembled slightly, Chu Yan suddenly felt a little palpitation.

The sunshine at the end of May, with the breath of green grass, was bright and slightly drunk, and slowly steamed the heat from Chu's face.She seemed to be drunk, and felt that everything had become a little unreal at this moment.

what is she doing?What is he doing again?
Far away from the court, far away from political affairs, the prince is like a patient and gentle teacher who simply taught her how to make a handicraft, he was single-minded, but for some reason she became distracted.

At that time, Chu Yan was shocked to realize that there was still some unbearable impulsiveness in that character. The prince had gradually withdrawn from her life at some point, and was replaced by a calm and calm man that she couldn't see through.

When he smiled, he was gentle, and his eyes were bright and hazy, as if he was staring at his most precious collection.

And once he becomes gentle, every insignificant word he said to you will turn into a warm spring breeze, seemingly clean and clear, but once it melts into the bottom of his heart, it will be like a lingering drizzle, moistening everything silently.

She heard her long-lost heartbeat slowly and clearly coming from the depths of her chest, slowly intertwined with his continuing clear voice, and finally turned into a continuous low hum in her ears.

She was suddenly absent-minded for a moment, and she didn't understand why her heartbeat slowed down by half a beat.

Gu Qi finally stopped, looked at the part of the bottleneck that she suddenly pinched due to an unconscious force, sighed, and laughed softly: "Forget it, it seems that the princess is really not suitable for this handicraft."

Only then did Chu Yan come back to her senses, looking at the pottery clay that she had crushed, her face blushed, and she distinguished: "This is the first time, and it is inevitable that you will fail. Your Highness dare to say that I succeeded the first time I did it. ?"

He laughed even more, withdrew his hand, finally straightened up, walked across from her again, and sat down.

"Well, the first time, it's inevitable to fail." He smiled, affirming her words and giving her a chance to argue, but he didn't point out the fact that he succeeded in the first experiment.

Chu Yan looked at his slightly smiling eyes, and blushed for no reason. She didn't dare to look at him, but muttered a famous saying in modern society: "Failure is the mother of success...."

He smiled with crooked brows and eyes, and nodded uncontrollably as a way to comfort her.

Two days later, when Chu Yan was sitting alone in the backyard and sighing at the pottery clay that she crushed again, Chen Xiang walked over holding a white porcelain vase with peony background.

"Your Highness, His Royal Highness asked the servants to bring this back from the Shanggong Bureau, and said it was for your review."

Chu Yan looked at the elegant vase in surprise and was speechless for a while.

The body of the pure white bottle is painted with three or two peonies, one is in full bloom, the other is just a bud, and the other is just a bud, standing gracefully like a shy girl.The color of the peony is very moving, red but not bright, pink in shyness.The cutest thing is the plump petals, each piece is delicate and natural, as if a real peony is blooming on the bottle.

Chen Xiang said: "In half a month it will be the Empress's birthday. A few days ago, His Highness the Crown Prince was thinking about what to give you as a Crown Princess. Now it seems that making a vase by yourself is really the best. The Empress The empress loves flowers and grass, and now you send this peony bottle to her, she will be very happy."

Chu Yan froze in place immediately, Chen Xiang's voice echoed in her ears, but only the shadow of the peony vase remained in her eyes.

So that's how it is... She thought that the prince was playful, so he took her to make this vase together, but it turned out that he was thinking of her.

Chu Yan was speechless for a while, and could only touch the smooth body of the bottle gently with her fingertips, drawing out the shape of the peony bit by bit.

There was such a moment in my heart, and flowers overflowing with dark fragrance bloomed.

(End of this chapter)