After being a widow, the empress dowager was favored by the powerful ministers

Chapter 45 Who do you call brother, and who do you call elder brother?
"Surther! You sneaked out to play in the snow again!"

Sheng Gong yelled, resounding throughout the courtyard, scaring Sheng Baoling into a panic, and hid behind the half-squatting man in white, his little hands frantically grabbed the cloak behind the man, poked his head out nervously, his flushed cheeks became even redder up.

Sheng Gong saw that the younger sister hid behind her friend, she was really rude, and immediately raised her face, "Thurse, how can you be so rude, why don't you come out and meet two of my brother's friends soon."

In this way, I want to coax my sister out, and then talk to my sister carefully about the matter of being drenched in snow and piling up snow.

Unexpectedly, Sheng Baoling pursed her mouth and shook her head, "Brother clearly wants to coax me to come and be scolded, so I won't listen."

Sheng Gong was speechless, but the friend behind him laughed, "Ziyang, is this the sister you always talk about?"

At the age of seven, he was proficient in poetry, poetry, and Fu, and at the age of ten, he was proficient in everything from piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and he was famous all over the capital.

Sheng Gong strode forward immediately, trying to pull his sister out from behind his friend, but unexpectedly, he was blocked completely by his friend's body.

Seeing that the man in white in front of him refused to move away and confronted his elder brother, Sheng Baoling immediately felt confident, "My elder brother protects me, but my elder brother always bullies me."

Sheng Gong suddenly laughed angrily, "Who do you call brother, who do you call elder brother?"

"Xuan Jin, get out of the way, don't protect her."

The man in white raised his eyebrows, but he didn't move a bit, and there was a deep smile on his lips, "The little girl calls me, you have to show some face."

Sheng Gong gritted his teeth immediately, looked at his naughty younger sister, hid behind his friend, not moving an inch, stuck his head out and stuck out his tongue to annoy himself, wanting to do it, but couldn't do it.

His good friend is weak, a frail scholar, he has no strength, so he can't help playing around.

Sheng Gong had no choice but to compromise, sighed, squatted down slightly, looked at Sheng Baoling behind the man in white, and said, "Turse, this friend of my brother's body is unwell, and Tse is obedient, don't make trouble with him, come over to my brother."

Sheng Baoling blinked, feeling uncomfortable?
She remembered that she had indeed seen this fairy brother just now, his face was not as good as ordinary people's. After hesitating for a while, she walked out from behind the man in white and walked up to Sheng Gong. Pull the clothes on Sheng Gong's shoulders.

His face was flushed, so pitiful.

Even though Sheng Gong was a little angry just now, his younger sister laughed happily at this moment, stretched out his hand, pinched her red face, "Brother is not trying to scold you, it's just that it's cold, you should wear an extra coat before going out of the house." of."

Mother left early, and she was not too close to father.

The only person he is close to is this younger sister.

Sheng Baoling bit her lip and nodded, "Got it."

From her face, Sheng Gong really saw the meaning of introspection, so he rubbed her head, stood up, took the umbrella from the friend behind him, and stuffed it into his sister's hand, "Go, go back to yourself Yard, my brother still has something to do here."

Then Sheng Baoling grabbed the umbrella and walked outside on the snow. After walking a few steps, she stopped, turned around and looked, and saw that the man in white was talking to Sheng Gong, not smiling like before with.

The whole person looked cold, just like when she touched her hand just now.

Sheng Baoling turned around, walked a few more steps, and turned his head to look hesitantly.

As if sensing that the little girl turned her head three times a step, the man in white stepped forward and looked over.

At the moment when the four eyes met, Sheng Baoling felt embarrassed to be caught peeping, but the man in white slightly bent his lips and smiled lightly, and his eyes were filled with a gentle smile.

It is snowy, but it seems that a March peach blossom is blooming in this snow.

Sheng Baoling smelled a faint fragrance, which seemed to be smelled in his heart.

In the twelfth lunar month of winter, the snow fell more and more.

Through the screen, Sheng Baoling rested his head on the table, listening to the people next door discussing what the master said.

She looked curiously at the screen, through the light, a few figures that could be seen slightly, her eyes precisely fell on a group of people who were sitting upright, and spoke with restraint, very much like the modest gentleman mentioned in the play.

Sheng Baoling held his cheek with one hand and supported his head, and kept looking at it like that.

It's just that the owner of that figure has never spoken.

Sheng Baoling was a little sleepy, but still resisted falling asleep, and just kept staring at that figure.

And Sheng Baodai, who was seated next to her, was already sound asleep.

The master listened to the discussion of the few people, nodded from time to time, and sent admiring glances, and paid no attention to the situation on Sheng Baoling's side.

Until everyone else packed up their things and left, the Master called Sheng Baoling, who was about to leave with Jian Jia carrying the bookcase, to his eyes with a serious face.

The homework she handed in today was placed in front of Sheng Baoling again.

"The big girl still needs to practice more on her handwriting."

Sheng Baoling bit her lip, "But I just practiced yesterday..."

Yesterday, she lit the lamp and wrote three copies. This is already the best one, why is the master still not satisfied.

The master sighed slightly, "Miss, please be more patient. If you practice every day, over time, you will always write a good hand."

This grand girl was young, and her talent and fame had spread throughout Bianjing City, but this handwriting was really a headache.

There is a talented student, no master would not like it, but Miss Shengda's handwriting, when asked by others in the future, he is really embarrassed to say it.

Sheng Baoling felt aggrieved immediately, she did practice a day.

But without saying anything, he silently took the booklet from his master, handed it to Jian Jia next to him, and put it in the bookcase.

"Students keep in mind the instruction, Master Xie."

Then he took Jian Jia and left.

Just as the master and servant left, a person in white clothes walked out from the other side of the screen, with a calm expression, and looked at the master and servant who had gone away.

The master was surprised, "Why hasn't Mr. Pei left yet?"

Pei Ci's voice was cold, "Something was left behind."

The master nodded slightly, picked up his things, and left.

Pei Ci stood for a while, as if hesitating, then put the bookcase on the table and opened it, took out a booklet that he usually practiced calligraphy from inside, and walked to the table on the other side of the screen next to the screen Beside him, pointing to Bethlehem, he put the booklet on the table.

Only then did he leave with his things.

The next day, Sheng Baoling arrived first, seeing no one, wanted to yawn secretly, but met Jian Jiada's gaze, and forcibly endured it back.

She sat upright in front of her desk, while Jian Jia arranged things one by one.

"Girl, did you write this?" Jian Jia casually opened the booklet, and when she saw that the booklet obviously didn't look like her own girl's handwriting, she froze for a moment and asked.

At this time, Sheng Baoling realized that there was an extra book on the table that should not be her own.

She opened it in surprise, and saw that the handwriting was strong and smooth, and it was really a good handwriting.

And this good handwriting, she had seen it with the master.

(End of this chapter)