Rebirth: Dumb Princess

The window of Su Xiaoyi's room is open. Feng Fulin walks over. Through the open window, he can see that Su Xiaoyi is sleeping in bed. She seems to sleep very sweet. In the moonlight, Su Xiaoyi's side face is particularly quiet, which is not the same as when she plays tricks to punish Jiang's family.

The shadow warrior lies on the roof and looks at the faint smile on Feng Jinlin. He can't help but wonder again. The master has always been cold with a face. He hasn't seen him smile for so many years. Why does the master look so happy tonight? It's strange, but it's also good. At least it's better in mood.

Su Xiaoyi didn't notice that her sleeping face had been peeped. She didn't open her bleary eyes until the chicken crowed three times.

She yawned lazily. She got up and dressed, but she saw the pattering spring rain outside the window.

Spring rain is as expensive as oil. The fields have been dry before. Although the villagers tried to carry water from the river, it is still a drop in the bucket. Seeing that the river is about to bottom out, the sky is still clear. Everyone is worried. The spring rain is coming down.

It was really a timely rain. Su Xiaoyi happily stretched out her hand to pick up the rain and felt the joy of the rain hitting her palm. It was really comfortable. Su Xiaoyi felt very happy when she saw the rain. She liked rainy days very much.

Because of the rain, the whole family didn't go out today and sat at home. Su Xiaoyi distributed the cakes and snacks brought back from the county to his younger brothers and sisters. Although his younger brothers and sisters were greedy, they still handed a cake to their father and mother before they began to eat by themselves.

Her mother's education for her younger brothers and sisters was still very good. Su Xiaoyi handed a piece of dessert to Feng Cong Lin. Feng Cong Lin said hoarsely, "no, thank you."

If she doesn't eat, Su Xiaoyi looks down on her country snacks. It seems that Ling Feng doesn't like her country snacks. It must be because she has too much money and her mouth has been spoiled by others. Su Xiaoyi puts away the snacks and takes a big bite in her mouth.

In fact, Feng Baolin didn't think these snacks tasted bad, but that in order to prevent others from poisoning his food, the snacks in the house were just furnishings. He didn't import anything except the food checked by a specially assigned person.

In ancient times, there were no entertainment activities. Su Xiaoyi was bored lying on the windowsill. The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and there was no sign of stopping. It seemed that it would be a long time. At this time, if only there were a mobile phone and wireless network, he could pass the time himself.

Hey, although she doesn't hate this era, she still wants to go back to the era of mobile phones and computers.

Thinking about what to do to pass the time, Su Xiaoyi remembered that when she came back with Zhang Yuxuan last time, she also brought back some pen, ink, paper and inkstone. Last time, she couldn't even hold a pen well. Zhao Lin laughed at her. The recipe written for Zhang Yuxuan's mother was also dragon flying and Phoenix dancing. She could also fool Aunt Zhang's less educated people. Aunt Zhang still felt that she knew how to read, I'm ashamed to death. This time I have to learn how to write calligraphy.

Su Xiaoyi took out her pen and ink and spread it on the table. She wanted to start learning to write. She thought about the way the ancients used to hold the pen on TV, but the pen in her hand was not very obedient. Although the words were vaguely recognizable, they were full of ghost symbols.

Alas, Su Xiaoyi sighed. If she had known she would cross, she should have learned to brush. She wanted to find her mother and ask her mother to give herself a demonstration, but her mother was busy in the kitchen and couldn't make room for it.

Su Xiaoyi's plan to support her to learn to write is about to run aground. Su Xiaoyi returns to the room discouraged and just meets Feng Conglin. Feng Conglin sees that Su Xiaoyi's sleeve is stained with some ink and asks, "are you writing?"

"Practicing." Su Xiaoyi didn't hide that he didn't know how to write. After all, it's good for girls to be able to read in this age. He's a talented girl at this level.

Feng Benlin looks at the paper on Su Xiaoyi's desk. It's terrible. Su Xiaoyi thought Feng Benlin was going to laugh at her like Zhao Lin, but Feng Benlin said, "let me teach you."

Su Xiaoyi had something to say, but Feng Baolin couldn't help saying that he had walked to the table with a crutch. He picked up his pen and dipped it in ink, carried it on his wrist, and wrote a magnificent regular script on the paper.

It's really a good word. Su Xiaoyi sighed in her heart. It should be about the same level as the calligraphy and paintings hung on the wall when she went to the museum. If they are well preserved, they should become antiques in a few hundred years.

It must be very valuable then, thought Su Xiaoyi.

Feng reported that Lin put aside his pen and said to Su Xiaoyi, "how about it?"

Su Xiaoyi nodded: "I'm sure it will be very valuable if it is sold."

The expression on Feng's face was stiff. Why can't Su Xiaoyi think of anything other than money? Isn't it so difficult that he should praise his good handwriting and appreciate the evaluation?

"The child can't be taught. He's really a rude man who doesn't understand romance and snow." Feng Baolin stretched out his hand and gently clicked on Su Xiaoyi's forehead.

Su Xiaoyi said carelessly, "can you eat those things? The most sour thing about literati is that they want to make something literate. They don't want to be famous one day and then exchange it for fame and wealth. "

Although there are literati and poets who are worried about the country and the people in the world, most students still hope to study hard through the cold window and write some articles that can be famous in the central world in exchange for a post.

Feng Baolin saw that Su Xiaoyi always had his own reason. He could say black as white without refuting. He only said to Su Xiaoyi: "regular script seems too masculine for girls. Why don't you learn to learn the small script of hairpin flowers."

Then he picked up his pen and wrote an article with the same content, but the font was changed to small block letters with hairpin flowers. Although Feng Jinlin is a man, the small block letters with hairpin flowers are very delicate and full of flexibility.

Ordinary men rarely have this font. Su Xiaoyi saw that Feng Jinlin wrote it very smoothly, so he asked, "you are a man. Why do you learn to write small block letters with hairpin flowers?"

"My mother... My mother is very good at writing small block letters with hairpin flowers. I learned some from urination. It's a pity that I'm a man after all. It's far worse than my mother's font." Feng Lin said.