The Cultivation of Concubine

Chapter 35
Ajiao is also the son of the world, but just asking casually.But at night when she was making the bed for the son, she saw him take out a small porcelain bottle from the drawer beside the couch. It was the bottle of ointment that the old lady asked Aunt Lin to bring after the son had been whipped with a cane.Ajiao didn't dare to pick it up, the scratch she had was just a shallow one, so there was no need to use such a good ointment.

Xiao Heng said: "It looks like an eyesore to me."

Ajiao's face was hot immediately, she dared to be affectionate.She took the small porcelain bottle, bent her knees and said, "Thank you, Shizi." Then she walked out with her head down.

Ajiao sat on the side of the couch, opened his collar a little, opened the small porcelain bottle carefully, and poured out some ointment.This ointment is crystal clear and smells very good.It's just that she knows that this ointment is precious, so she doesn't dare to use too much.

The next day, Ajiao specially cooked a plate of sweet and sour pork ribs, which was regarded as a thank you to Shi Ziye for the ointment yesterday.

In the afternoon, I went to the study with the Shizi and waited on him.But this time, the prince did not leave her in a daze, but handed her a copy of "Qin Maoyong's Travel Notes" for her to transcribe.

Because his father was a scholar, Ajiao liked to read and write since he was a child.I like these precious rare copies of famous artists even more.It's just due to her status that she never had the chance to read some books that she wanted to read.Qin Maoyong is a member of Daqi. She has always admired Qin Maoyong since she was sixteen and began to travel around the world.In the eyes of book lovers, this seemingly ordinary book is more precious than any amount of jewels.

Looking at the little girl's eyes sparkling with excitement, Xiao Heng deliberately asked, "Why? Can't write?"

"No, it's not." Ajiao quickly replied, for fear that he would take this travel note back.She took it with a smile, and said to Xiao Heng, "This servant will definitely transcribe carefully." There is no better job than here, and she is very happy.

A Jiao sat down at the small table of huanghuali and nanmu by the window with her travel notes in her hands, prepared a pen, ink, paper and inkstone, and began to copy them seriously.She copied it while reading it, and wrote it very seriously.As for her handwriting, it is beautifully written in hairpin lowercase, so there is nothing to choose from.When she was in Banjintang, the old lady often asked her to copy Buddhist scriptures. After a few years, her handwriting has improved a lot.

A whole afternoon, Ajiao copied a thick stack.

Seeing the sky getting dark outside, she secretly thought something was wrong: She was so busy reading and copying books that she forgot to prepare tea for the eldest son.Ajiao was very annoyed, but she raised her eyes and saw that Shizi was reading seriously, and didn't dare to disturb him for a while.

Xiao Heng closed the book and walked over to see her afternoon's results.

After reading it carefully, he did not hesitate to praise: "The handwriting is good." He knew that she always did her best in everything she did, and she was born smart. What others said she learned in three days, she could learn in one day. .

Xiao Heng took out the small red sandalwood box yesterday and put it on the table logically.

Ajiao blinked her eyes, she didn't quite understand, she pursed her lips and asked in doubt: "Master?"

Xiao Heng didn't change his face, and said: "The six girls don't like these jewelry, and I have nowhere to put them. If you help me copy a few travel notes in the next few days, this... I will give it to you."

(End of this chapter)