Xu Maocai was a little dissatisfied. Wanqing had already helped her, so why was she still so troublesome?
Xu Wanyan sighed softly and said a little aggrievedly: "My sister is too busy. I can't keep disturbing her."
After hearing this, Xu Maocai could only patiently say a few perfunctory words.
When Xu Wanyan came out, she glanced at Qiao Yun who was waiting outside.
"Miss, how is it?"
“Yes, it’s on the bookshelf.”
"How do I get it out?"
"Don't worry, I have a way."
The master and servant walked back quickly.
This time, God was helping her. The one that Xu Maocai had was on the bookshelf. She was bound to get it tonight.
"Miss, it's dark now, why are you still practicing calligraphy?"
Qiao Yun felt a little anxious when she saw her young lady's calm demeanor.
After finishing writing a word, Xu Wanyan looked up and said, "Don't worry, Master said that the bigger the problem, the more you need to stay calm."
Qiao Yun lowered her head and said, "Miss, I am panicking."
"In the future, just practice more."
"Well, I will listen to you, young lady."
After writing a full page, she took it to the fire and lit it directly.
Qiao Yun didn't say anything. Since last month, the young lady would burn every word she wrote. She didn't know why, but she believed that the young lady must have her own reasons.
"You're in the yard. I'll be back soon."
Qiao Yun panicked: "Miss, I will help you keep watch."
Xu Wanyan shook her head and said, "I'll be back soon."
As soon as she finished speaking, Qiao Yun found that the young lady had disappeared, leaving her dumbfounded.
"Little Miss, when did you walk so fast?"
Qiao Yun looked into the air and talked to herself.
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