The Queen Mother's Kitchen Knife

Chapter 160
Xia Lian put her hand in the young lady's in a daze, and allowed the young lady to use a little force, and she bent over and got up from the ground.

"I don't know how to grind ink. Isn't Sister Minrui just about to teach? Why kneel?" After saying this, she slightly raised her head to look at Minrui, without any trace of annoyance, she still smiled peacefully, "There's Lao Minrui now .”

She thought that Tang Jingyue would be ashamed, angry, and afraid, but Minrui never thought that Tang Jingyue would treat this as a trivial matter and joked about it.

Minrui was surprised, this Miss Hua was not thinking about petty tricks and skills like Huang Luanli and Lu Yihe.Like her, Miss Hua also regarded this matter as a small matter, and did not think that it was necessary to protect the face of the Duke Protector's House.If you don't know how to study ink, you just don't know how to study ink. You need to learn now.If you don't learn these things when you come here, what are you still doing here? Are you rushing to kneel down for her?
Regarding Tang Jingyue's composure, Min Rui had to admit that this Miss Hua was indeed different.

"Get up, watch me do it once, only once, watch carefully."

After all, Minrui asked someone to change a pair of inkstones and put them on the table in front of Tang Jingyue, making it clear that she would demonstrate in public.

Oh?
Xia Lian blinked her round eyes in surprise.A blessing in disguise?
Seeing that the female master picked up a small bowl and slowly poured water into the inkstone, Xia Lian hurriedly stopped blinking and looked seriously.

Tears were still hanging on his reddish cheeks, and his eyes were still red with an aggrieved look, but this man had completely changed his mood, and he was watching the wife's movements intently.

It turns out that the water is only used so little?Her previous one was cooking soup?

Minrui picked up the ink stick and seemed to be pinching it with just a few fingers, but in fact her strength was very steady.The ink stick enters the inkstone, starts to grind the ink at an even speed, and turns around in the clear water with no sound at all, but the clear water is gradually dyed with color, and the black ink slowly spreads out from the bottom, like A black lotus blooms its petals on the bottom of the water.

The left hand is not only pinching the sleeve of the right hand, but also supporting the wrist, keeping the strength even.Even when she was studying ink, Minrui kept her arms raised, her head drooped slightly, but her spine was straight.Looking from behind, it is impossible to see that Minrui is grinding.

Xia Lian was dumbfounded. Compared with the female wife, she was really killing chickens just now.

Seeing that Minrui's ink had been slowly polished, and the ink was fine and shiny, Tang Jingyue raised her hand to hold the pen, and dipped the brush into the ink with her backhand.After the bristles of the brush are fully absorbed, raise your hand slightly, and slowly filter it on the edge of the inkstone.

Minrui's movements of grinding ink stopped unknowingly, and she was a little absorbed in watching Tang Jingyue's movements.Since the master left, she has never seen anyone who can make such graceful and graceful movements when writing a pen.His gaze followed closely, watching Tang Jingyue holding the pen, and then calmly wrote a large character on the paper: Rui.

pistil, the heart of the flower;

Minrui, I wish you a prosperous life.

Seeing the word "rui", Minrui's breath suddenly became stagnant.

The master once said that she is just like the word "rui", all her sincerity is hidden under the grass, and she contributes silently.The master said that she loves to write the word "heart" the most. A few dots need to be longer and more eye-catching, so that you can see the beating, jumping, and endless life of the heart.

And the word "heart" in front of her, just like jumping out of paper, jumped into her heart fiercely.Beat on her heart, come alive on her heart.

It was obviously the ink stick that was held very firmly, and it was clear that the ink should be filtered gently next, and leaned on the edge of the inkstone, but Minrui trembled with both hands, and the thin black ink stick "clicked" and fell on the inkstone. inside.Only a few drops of the thick ink were splashed out, but two or three drops still landed on the paper with the big character "core".

(End of this chapter)