A prostitute of rebirth

Chapter 32 Deliberately making things difficult
They are obviously the same age, why is there such a difference?

Aunt Sun shook her head, and walked towards Murong Mingxue with partiality. Looking at her neat handwriting, she felt even more satisfied. Sometimes she would carefully point out the inadequacies for her, correct her, and really forgive Murong with a smile. on the side.

After a while, Murong smiled and put down the book in his hand, and said: "Xin'er, grind the ink."

Xin'er is the first-class maid of Xiaoyin Pavilion, because she is a little older, she is more mature and stable than Linglong, so Murong Xiaoxiao left her in the study to wait on her when she was in class.

"Yes, Miss San." Hearing this, Xin'er cleverly laid out the rice paper for Murong Xiaoxiao, rubbed the ink quietly, and never showed the slightest bit of confusion or doubt about Murong Xiaoxiao's actions from the beginning to the end.

Aunt Sun turned a deaf ear to it, and did not come to teach Murong Xiaoxiao how to hold a pen, she just let her play freely.

The class time is not long, only two hours in the morning is enough, until the class time is about to end, Aunt Sun pretends to go to Murong Xiaoxiao's table, and looks at the characters on the paper that look like ghosts, charming You Cun's face was full of contempt.

Murong Xiaoxiao felt the shadow suddenly appearing behind him, raised his face like a small tabby cat due to the splash of ink, and said modestly: "Aunt Sun, Xiao'er is a beginner, and his writing is not good, so Auntie will laugh."

Still have self-knowledge--

Aunt Sun thought to herself, but said without changing her face: "Miss San is modest, as long as she is willing to study hard, she will always write a good hand."

"Thank you, Aunt Sun, Xiaoer understands." Murong smiled and raised a smile, like a magnolia just blooming, pure and flawless, Aunt Sun only felt a bright light in front of her eyes, facing the innocent Murong Smile, her heart rose instantly A sense of guilt, the other party is a ten-year-old child after all, isn't it too harsh for me to be so prejudiced against her?Although the ghost-like characters on the white paper were blurred and the strokes were blurred, but I just started to learn after all.

However, in a flash, when Aunt Sun thought that the person she was teaching was the stupid and dull Third Miss Murong, this kind of aggrieved feeling immediately disappeared the trace of guilt just now.

After Aunt Sun left, Murong Mingxue immediately put down the brush in her hand, and walked towards Murong with a smile on her face, but there was a bit of contempt in her smile.She grandly picked up Murong Xiaoxiao's masterpiece, and laughed unceremoniously: "Hahahaha, Murong Xiaoxiao, let's see what you wrote. You are really an idiot. When I first learned, my handwriting was very straight. , at your level, I'm afraid you won't be able to write any good characters no matter how long you practice, I advise you to give up as soon as possible, so as not to waste Aunt Sun's precious time."

Murong Xiao smiled and took back the rice paper, and folded it carefully with her fair little hands: "Second Sister taught me a lesson, in order not to waste Aunt Sun's precious time, Xiao Er should practice hard."

Murong Mingxue snorted coldly softly: "Hmph, don't practice for a year or so at that time, if people know that your handwriting is so ugly, it will really embarrass the Murong family."

"Second sister, don't worry. As the daughter of the Murong family, I won't embarrass the Murong family." Murong smiled and said calmly. There was no trace of anger on her calm face. Glancing at Murong Mingxue, she turned and left the study, which made Murong Mingxue stamp her feet a little depressed.

When did Murong Xiaoxiao's self-control become so good, no matter how sarcasm she was, she would not be moved, she was not like this before, she should cry and hide at the side, looking at herself with scared eyes, instead of being cold now He was indifferent, as if he had nothing to do with him.

Really pissed off.

Seeing Murong leave with a smile, Murong Mingxue curled her lips sarcastically, and left the study as well. If it wasn't for learning from Aunt Sun, she wouldn't want to step into the Xiaoyin Pavilion. I don't know if there is a way to let Aunt Sun go to her Mingxiang Pavilion taught her alone, Murong smiled and laughed at that fool, he didn't deserve such a good master at all.

In the scorching summer, the constant sound of cicadas on the trees disturbs people's mind.

In the study room, at a table by the window, Murong Xiaoxiao was burying her head in her practice, and behind her stood Linglong who kept fanning herself.

On the pile of rice paper that has already been written on the side, neat characters come into view one by one, which are completely different from the words that appeared in front of Aunt Sun in the morning. She has learned calligraphy and read books, but her heart is not on this, and she has given up halfway. In front of Aunt Sun, she can't write such calligraphy. A person who has never learned can write neatly. Aunt Sun would stare out her eyes, maybe she wouldn't think she was a genius, but instead be mistaken for a monster, which would only add unnecessary trouble.

In front of people, it's better not to be too ostentatious.

So, she sent Xin'er away and let Linglong wait by her side, but the weather made the little girl scream hot, her little hands kept pulling at the neckline, trying to let her neck breathe, and she almost tore off her clothes Now, one hand is busy fanning the wind, and there is no time to grind the ink.

"Linglong, you also go and move a stool to practice calligraphy with me, it can calm down the restless heart, it won't be so hot, and you can also read characters, killing two birds with one stone." Murong smiled and said without raising his head, no Just kidding, she really wanted Linglong to be more literate.

Hearing this, Linglong's face suddenly wrinkled into a bitter gourd shape, as if forcing her to take poison: "Miss, I don't want you anymore, I can recognize these words, but I don't know them." She is best at serving people, Holding a pen, she felt pain just looking at it.

Murong Xiaoxiao finished the last stroke, lifted the rice paper, gently dried the ink, and put it on top of the written pile, then turned around and looked at Linglong seriously: "These characters are easy to recognize, mother taught me When you recognize characters, you read the Three-Character Classic, and you also start from the Three-Character Classic. I read it while you write it, and you recite it silently in your heart. If you write a lot, you will be able to recognize it." She took out a Three-Character Classic from the shelf and put it To Linglong's hands.

Although she herself can only memorize the three-character scriptures, she may not know many characters, but Aunt Sun asked her to copy the female precepts, and she had already circled the words she didn't know or didn't understand, and she could just ask her mother when she was having dinner. If you ask Aunt Sun, she will definitely feel that she is very strange.

(End of this chapter)