After wearing the book, I became the mother of three villains

Chapter 235 The basic skills are far behind

Fuli said: "The guest of the Green Bamboo Garden is named Lin. The young master is kind-hearted, and his nickname is Azhi. My sister will know it when she meets her in the future. He is a very easy-going child."

Fuya smiled: "You are not a few years older than him, but he is a child."

Fusheng and Fuzhu, who took Yao Chao to Purple Orchid Garden, saw them talking, and they also came over and asked in a low voice: "The one in Qingzhu Garden is the master's nephew...does the master have any special orders?"

Fuya shook her head: "Your Excellency never likes to give us instructions, why would he give special instructions?"

Fuli was the youngest, but courageous, took Fusheng and Fuzhu's hands, and whispered, "It's good that Sister Fuya is here, we don't need us now, let's go to the kitchen to find something to eat!"

They have been busy all afternoon, and they are indeed hungry.

Fuya saw that the two being dragged were hesitant, so she smiled and said: "Go ahead. Eat something to cushion yourself, maybe there will be something else tonight."

Xie Qian never let anyone eat in front of him, even if there are guests, it is no exception.

Presumably they would have to eat for a long time, Fuya was the most prudent, Xie Ming asked her to wait by name, and the rest of them could take it easy.

The three of them walked away holding hands. Before leaving, they whispered to Fuya to bring her some small snacks later, in exchange for Fuya's lecture.

Everyone in the front hall is eating, and the dishes are ready, but no one mentions drinking because of the face-to-face on the second day.

The Xie family has always paid attention to eating without talking. A meal is eaten in silence, occasionally there is the sound of bowls and chopsticks colliding lightly. Xie Ming stands by and passes soup cups to the guests in need.

After eating this meal, Ah Zhi was already so awkward.

After the meal, Xie Ming called Fuya to come in and clean up the dishes quietly, and served them hot tea again, looking well-trained, Azhi's eyes were straightened.

After everything was tidied up, Xie Qian sat at the head and mentioned the arrangements for tomorrow.

He had already changed into black clothes, and his expression became more and more indifferent.

I saw Xie Qian ordered: "Someone will come to summon after the court tomorrow morning, and it will not be too late for Ah Rong and Ah Chao to go out after the summons."

The teacup in Yao Chao's hand has not yet been fully lifted, and he is a little puzzled: "Master Xie, we don't have to wait tomorrow? If we wait to be summoned before going out, there is still a distance to the palace..."

Xie Qian shook his head, and said succinctly: "Someone will come to pick you up after the early court, and the emperor will summon ministers to discuss matters in the middle, and there is enough time."

Yao Chao nodded upon hearing this, and said no more.

Xie Ming was waiting on the side, knowing that his master had few words, he added: "Master Lin and Master Yao have already prepared the clothes to be worn by the saint tomorrow, but bathing and burning incense early in the morning is absolutely unavoidable. There are some things for the palace people..."

The two nodded, and Lin Rong replied, "Everything is ready."

When Xie Ming came out of the palace, he must understand the rules. He explained many details that Xie Qian never cared about, together with Lin Rong and Yao Chao, trying to make them feel at ease.

Ah Zhi listened carefully from the sidelines, feeling in his heart, it is really not easy to enter the palace.

That night, Lin Rong and Yao Chao went back to the yard to rest early, and because Ah Zhi didn't have to follow him the next day, he planned to stay in the study for a while and write letters home.

The study is in Xie Qian's main courtyard, and the man personally brought Ah Zhi there, saying that he wanted to watch him write letters.

Ah Zhi was a little surprised, and asked: "Grandpa Xie, isn't he going to court tomorrow? He wakes up earlier than Father and Uncle..."

Xie Qian shook his head, and said flatly: "It's okay. Just take this opportunity to read your handwriting."

Naturally, Ah Zhi would not have any objections, and followed Xie Qian into the study.

From the first step into the study, Ah Zhi knew that he still underestimated the Xie Mansion——

Pavilions, towers, pavilions, flowers, plants and trees are nothing, but what can truly reflect the heritage of Xie's family is the study room, which is filled with three walls of books, and the depth is as big as an entire bedroom.

It was the first time that he felt like a country boy who had entered the city, and he couldn't make any other expressions except dumbfounded.

The maid had already lit a few oil lamps, and the study room was brightly lit, and Ah Zhi didn't know why even the oil lamps in Xie's house were brighter than those in other places.

"What are you doing in a daze?" Xie Qian glanced at A Zhi lightly.

He hastened to regain his senses, forcibly retracted his eyes glued to the book wall, looked at Xie Qian and said, "Grandpa Xie's house has so many books..."

Xie Qian was dressed in black clothes, which inexplicably added a bit of majesty to his whole body, even under the soft orange light that made people feel relaxed, the cold expression on his face did not decrease at all.

The man didn't say much, he raised his hand, and Fu Que, who was standing quietly beside him, took a few steps forward, took out a pen and ink, put it on the table, and began to grind the ink.

Ah Zhi followed Xie Qian to the desk, only listening to the man's order: "Sit down."

The boy obediently sat on Xie Qian's usual chair, facing the desk, and a man's voice came from behind: "They are all the books in Xie's study, and they are still far behind."

Ah Zhi was stunned for a while, and then realized that Xie Qian was responding to what he said just now that there were too many books in the study.

Xie's house was ransacked that day, there was not much gold, silver and silk, but the study room was full of books.

It's just that the late emperor was stupid and suspicious, fearing that the Xie family would have other means of collaborating with the enemy, he ordered the Xie family's books to be burned, not a single word was left.

Ah Zhi made a good guess, and couldn't help but feel a little uncomfortable.

As far as the eye can see, did these thousands of books once existed in Xie's family, and then kept in Xie Qian's own memory, and then he found them all over the capital after he settled down?

The boy turned around, looked up at Xie Qian and asked, "What's wrong with Grandpa Xie?"

In the year when Xie's family had an accident, Xie Qian was still young, but he basically went through the collection of books at home.It's just that time has changed, many small things can't be remembered, and there is no familiar person around to remind him, Xie Qian can only rely on his memory to restore his favorite places in the past bit by bit.

Most of the books in my childhood memories are here.

Hearing Ah Zhi's question, he shook his head and said, "Some copies cannot be found."

Ah Zhi heard the words, thought for a while, and then asked: "Grandpa Xie, have you ever read those lonely copies? Do you still remember?"

Xie Qian paused for a rare moment, as if he had guessed A Zhi's intention: "I remember it."

With a smile on the boy's face, he said excitedly, "Since I remember it, thank you grandpa for reading it, and I'll copy it. Wouldn't there be a single copy that I couldn't find? Your study can also be restored to its original appearance?"

Xie Qian was silent.

Even if he completes the lonely copy in his memory, is it possible that he can really restore every book in the study?

He also heard Ah Zhi confidently say: "Grandpa Xie, don't worry, my handwriting is very neat. Although I am not as strong as the famous ones, it is more than enough for copying books."

Xie Qian glanced at him, neither agreeing nor objecting.

Just talking about Ah Zhi's handwriting, while Fu Que's ink was also polished, Xie Qian said: "Let's put the letter aside for now. Please write a few words and show me."

Azhi nodded.

Fu Qu spread rice paper for him, and pressed a white porcelain Pixiu paperweight on top of the paper, presenting pen and ink.

After doing all this, she stood aside with her hands tied, without making a sound.

Ah Zhi smiled at Fu Que: "Thank you, sister."

Xie Qian's chair was too high, and when Ah Zhi was sitting, his arms and wrists couldn't be at the same level, so he stood up.

He dipped the ink, held his breath, and wrote a line of block letters on the rice paper with a pen. It was the first sentence he saw on the open book on Xie Qian's desk.

After finishing writing, Ah Zhi put down his pen and read softly: "Heaven is inside, people are outside, and virtue depends on the sky."

Fu Que, who was standing by the side, had never read a book. What she admired most about Xie Qian was the vast knowledge that seemed to be all-encompassing in Master's chest.

Now seeing that Ah Zhi can write such beautiful characters with a pen at such a young age, I can't help but respect him a little.

No wonder it's a descendant of Miss Xie's family, who is connected with the adult by blood——

she thought so.

I saw Xie Qian's slender fingers tap lightly on the rice paper, and commented: "The spacing between characters is inappropriate. The size is wrong. The character for '人' is too big, and the character for 'De' is too small."

As he spoke, he picked up the brush, and his wide sleeves hung down to the table and was held by his other hand. The deep black contrasted more and more with his fingertips holding the brush, which were as white as rice paper.

Xie Qian glanced at Ah Zhi, and said calmly: "Look at it."

The man wrote on the rice paper in a leisurely manner, and when he finished writing a sentence, he gently placed the brush on the pen mountain.

Ah Zhi's eyes widened, looking at the two lines of identical handwriting on the rice paper, the top was written by him, and the bottom was written by Xie Qian, both seemed to be written by the same person.

It's just that the line below is obviously much more perfect than the line above.

Each of Xie Qian's words was strictly kept the same size and spacing. Ah Zhi's original writing was not bad, but when compared with him, he immediately saw the problem, and then heard Xie Qian say: "Your wrist is weak now, The words are not imposing. In addition to the basic skills that need to be strengthened in the future, it is serious to describe a few more posts."

Azhi nodded quickly after hearing this.

His calligraphy practice can't be called hard work. In the eyes of an expert like Xie Qian, his basic skills are far behind.

That's why Xie Qian used his font to write the standard and neat words.

The more Ah Zhi looked at it, the more he felt that he was still far behind, so he took the initiative to ask: "Thank you, grandpa, how many characters will I have to practice in the future, so that I can write such a character that is more accurate than the measurement like you?"

(End of this chapter)