Foodie Fujin is a bit sweet

Chapter 47 Writing
The Queen's illness seemed to be getting better after lingering on the bed for about half a month.

Fuhui developed a high fever that day, and after Yasu took Zhou Shengtong to see him, his high fever subsided.On the second day, she was able to go to the queen's side to take care of her.

After all, Fuhui is still a very strong child.

His perseverance allows him to stand up even when he is very sad, to protect those who once protected him.

Lord Yongzheng seems to have visited the queen several times.Ke Yasu heard from the people at Louyue Kaiyun Pavilion that it seemed that Yongzheng was a little colder in his attitude towards Fuhui.

There may have been some small estrangements between father and son because of this incident.

After hearing this, Yasu sighed quite a bit.

Fuhui is stubborn, and has something in her heart that she wants to stick to.Even in the face of authority, he never bowed his knees.Of course, he is still the same as before, loving his Huang Ama.

After half a month passed, Qiu Huo in the capital finally restrained his remaining prestige.Slowly, it is continuous autumn rain all day long.

Yasu sat in front of the desk, resting her chin and watching the rain outside the window.

The drizzling seems to have started in the morning.The sky is also very gloomy and dark, which makes people feel a little depressing.

"It's raining again." Yasu muttered to himself.I thought that it was raining now, wouldn't it be impossible to go out to play?
"Yasu."

Being extremely depressed, Hong Zhou walked in from outside the house.

Ayin came back from the outside and put away the oil-paper umbrella on the veranda.The oil-paper umbrella was covered with water droplets, and when it was put away, all the raindrops fell to the ground.

The ground, which was still dry, suddenly became wet.

The rain in autumn is like this.It looks weak, but in fact it is powerful.

"Huh?" Yasu looked at Ayin, thinking that Hongzhou had brought some delicious food back.At this hour in the past, Hong Zhou always brought food with him when he came back!

"Why are you sitting here in a daze?" Hongzhou walked up to Yasu and said, "If you're sleepy, why don't you go back to bed and rest?"

In Hong Zhou's view, Yasu's daze is a sign of drowsiness.

After all... when a person is sitting alone and doing nothing, he is most likely to get sleepy.

"I'm not sleepy..." Yasu gave Hong Zhou a blank look, and said, "I just think it's too boring on a rainy day. Look, it's raining outside, so you can't go out."

You can't go out for a walk, you can't look at flowers, you can't go boating.It seems that many, many fun things can't be done all at once.

The wicked rain!And scouring her vegetable and flower beds.What if the crops were reduced and the flowers were knocked down by the rain?
"If you're bored, can I teach you how to write?"

Hongzhou walked to the desk, took a pen, ink, paper and inkstone from the side, and arranged them separately.

write?

Mentioning this incident, Yasu recalled how she sighed at Hong Zhou's beautiful block letters when she went to Hong Zhou's study.

At that time, Yasu still felt that it was necessary for him to practice writing.After all, when the book is used, there is little to hate. Whether the writing is good or not is also a very important thing.

It's just... the ideal is very full, but the reality is very skinny.

Now she doesn't even recognize traditional Chinese characters.Writing... I'm afraid it will be a protracted war.

"It's finished, let You Qian make mutton for you to eat." Hongzhou leaned close to Yasu's ear and said, "The soup is the radish and mutton soup for nothing."

"Mutton ribs, the kind that bite into pieces."

"Okay!" Yasu agreed almost immediately.It's even... a bit like fearing that Hong Zhou will suddenly regret it.

Sure enough, the only thing that can tempt Yasu the most is delicious food.

Hongzhou raised his hand to pick up the brush, thought for a while, and wrote a poem on the paper: "I wish to be a lovebird in the sky, and a Lianli branch in the earth."

It is also in block letters, Yasu remembers the last time when he saw Hong Zhou writing, the characters were sharp edges and corners and the outline was very clear.

But now... when writing such verses, Yasu doesn't know why, but always feels that these words seem a little more tender.Look, a lot softer.

I don't know... Is it because the state of mind of the person who writes has changed, or the thinking in the head of the person who reads has changed?

Lovebirds, Lian Lizhi.Are these all Hong Zhou's thoughts now?

"Is it well written?"

Hong Zhou's voice rang next to Yasu's ear again.

The breath seemed to make the temples next to Yasu's ears move, making her cheeks itchy.

"It's beautiful." Yasu said: "This painting must be preserved for my admiration. One day, I will write as well as you."

"Okay." Hong Zhou nodded in response, but said in his heart: "It doesn't matter that I write so well, it doesn't matter."

You know, he is an elder brother.In order to write a good handwriting, his efforts at the beginning can be described as miserable.How could she be willing to let Yasu do such a hard job?
After the autumn rain lasted for half a month, it seemed to gradually decrease.

In late autumn in the north, it gradually becomes dry and cold.

When I wake up in the morning and go out with thick clothes wrapped around my body, I can always feel that the gusts of cold wind seem to be able to penetrate the clothes and reach my body.

The sycamore leaves withered.Such was the chill of late autumn.

Yasu ordered people to gather all the vegetables in the vegetable garden before the frost fell.For the unfinished cucumbers, You Qian also specially asked You Qian to make pickled cucumbers.

There are not many flowers left in the flower garden.However, plum blossoms seem to be brewing for their upcoming flowering period.

In the study room of Xinghuachun Pavilion, Yasu sat at the desk, copying those very formal copybooks that Hong Zhou had specially searched for before.

It's been a month, and Yasu always comes to practice calligraphy whenever he is free.

She used to like to compete with herself.Because Yasu has always felt that the saying "Nothing is difficult in the world is only for those who put their heart into it" is very reasonable.

People, what I fear most is what I will look like when I get serious.

Because only when you are serious, you will find that those things you can't do when you are not serious, it turns out that you can't do it when you are serious.

For example... She is practicing calligraphy now, that's it.

"Ahhh!"

Yasu put the brush aside, and looked at his handwriting which was barely better than Guihuafu, with a bitter expression on his face.

Either there is no progress, or it is a little bit smaller.The revolution has not yet succeeded, comrades need to work hard.

PS: Because only when you are serious, you will find that those things you can't do when you are not serious, it turns out that you can't do it when you are serious.

Haha, that being said, when it's time to work hard, you still have to work hard.Just in case... just in case! (At least I won’t regret not working hard when I should work hard~)

(End of this chapter)