Yu Qizhe made way and Yu Jiao stepped into his room. Yu Fuling stood at the door, wanting to stamp her feet in anger. She had just told her younger brother to stay away from Meng Yujiao, but she didn't expect that he would actually teach her calligraphy.

Yu Fuling thought again of what Yu Qizhe said in the main hall before dinner, and her face looked even uglier. She secretly wondered, could it be that my younger brother has really been bewitched by the seductive girl Meng Yujiao and really wants to take her as his wife?

Seeing Yu Fuling standing at the door, Yu Qizhe looked at her and asked, "Sister, do you want to learn calligraphy too?"

Yu Fuling shook her head in annoyance. She hated reading and learning to read the most, but she didn't want Yu Qizhe and Yu Jiao to be alone in the same room. After thinking about it, she turned back to the room, got the sewing basket, and moved a small stool, then sat at the door of the inner room so that she could keep an eye on the two of them.

Yu Qizhe took out three sheets of jute paper with calligraphy on them and placed them on the table. He then took out a few sheets of white rice paper and handed them to Yu Jiao.

Yu Jiao glanced at the jute paper. The words on it were all names of medicinal herbs. It was obvious that Yu Qizhe was not just agreeing to teach her calligraphy, but had really prepared for it carefully.

Yu Jiao's mood inexplicably improved, her eyebrows, eyes and lips all softened. She took a thinner wolf-hair brush from the pen holder, covered the white rice paper on the jute paper full of words, sat down at the desk, dipped the brush in ink, and began to trace stroke by stroke.

Yu Qizhe glanced at her gesture of holding the pen, retracted his gaze, took a book of eight-part essays, sat on the bed, and lowered his head to read.

Yu Fuling was very satisfied that the two did not have any communication, but she still did not dare to take it lightly. She was sewing the wedding dress and looked up at the two of them from time to time, for fear that if she was not careful, Meng Yujiao would use some crooked ideas to seduce Yu Qizhe.

The room was extremely quiet, with only the occasional sound of turning pages and the rustling sound of Yu Jiao practicing calligraphy. When Song returned to the room, she glanced into the inner room, whispered a few words to Yu Qiaoshan, and then went to the foot of the mountain to pick mushrooms with a basket.

Yu Fuling kept staring at the two of them at first, but later she saw that one of them was reading a book and the other was writing, and they were not communicating with each other. Their minds were focused on embroidering the wedding dress, until the needle could no longer thread. Yu Fuling looked out the window and found that it had actually darkened outside.

She rubbed her sore wrist, put down the sewing basket in her hand, and saw that Yu Jiao was still sitting at the desk writing seriously. She was somewhat impressed. She thought that reading and writing were extremely boring things. If she was asked to write for an entire afternoon, she would probably be exhausted to death.

Yu Qizhe leaned on the bed, still maintaining the same posture as before and concentrating on reading. Yu Fuling got up and lit the candlestick in the room with a fire starter.

The sudden light startled the two people who were immersed in calligraphy and reading. Seeing that the sky outside had become dark, Yu Jiao finished writing the last word and put down the wolf-hair brush in her hand. She was a little surprised that she had sat there writing for an entire afternoon.

In the past, when her grandfather asked her to practice calligraphy, she could never sit still. But now that she has changed her world, she can calm down and feel the joy of calligraphy. Practicing calligraphy can make people calm and clear their minds.

She counted and found that she had written ten pieces of big characters in one afternoon, which meant that she had not wasted her time. The light in front of her eyes was blocked by the shadow. Yu Jiao looked up and saw Yu Qizhe had already walked to the table. Although the boy was thin, when he came closer, Yu Jiao realized that he was tall and slender. Although he was still young, he was more than a head taller than her.