After Jiang Qingqing and Jiang Chen had discussed all their ideas, they smiled at each other and walked side by side to the side hall.

Xiao Linting looked at the two men coming back and subconsciously stepped aside to hide behind the window.

When the brother and sister returned to the side hall, the old teacher who taught calligraphy was already there.

Jiang Qingqing hurried back to the seat she had just chosen. Just as she was about to take a break, she saw a medium-sized footstool placed there.

“?” What is this operation?

She was still immersed in doubts when Xiao Linting's voice came faintly from her side.

"This long table is indeed a bit too tight for Your Highness. I'll have someone bring something to put your feet on so that it will be more convenient for you to practice calligraphy."

The emperor's uncle seemed to be able to see through her thoughts at a glance and punctured all her lazy thoughts.

Jiang Qingqing smiled brightly on the surface, but only she knew the pain in her heart.

"Uncle, this is so thoughtful!"

Jiang Qingqing stepped on the pedal and stood up, and Xiao Linting raised his hand to support her.

[When the fish cries, the water knows. But when I cry, who knows? Woohoo, my little plan to slack off. 】

He raised his eyebrows and a playful smile flashed across his eyes, but it quickly disappeared.

Jiang Qingqing stood on a footstool, the height of which perfectly matched the height of her calligraphy.

She couldn't help but turn her head to look at her uncle who was standing beside her with his brows furrowed and sleeves raised, holding a pen, and her heart was greatly shocked.

For someone so young and promising, who can even predict other people's heights so perfectly, what can't he do?

Calligraphy classes undoubtedly explain how to copy and write, as well as pen holding, pen strength, pen tip and other techniques and details.

Jiang Qingqing didn't have much interest in this calligraphy class at first, but due to the pressure from her uncle, she had to practice holding the pen.

I slowly wrote down according to the instructions, and my mood gradually calmed down as I leisurely traced the red characters.

The unexpectedly calm atmosphere made Jiang Qingqing instantly more obsessed with this peaceful feeling.

Xiao Linting originally thought that given Her Royal Highness the Princess's slightly impatient personality, she would be more distracted by this class, which was even more boring than policy essays.

He even prepared this entire class to remind His Highness not to be distracted.

Unexpectedly, His Highness was able to start tracing the red characters with great interest.

The small body stood straight, and one could vaguely see the various postures in the future. Seeing His Highness' serious look, Xiao Linting was rarely curious, and couldn't help but lower his eyes to look at the table.

Xiao Linting: "..."

Jiang Qingqing worked hard for the empress. After all, she was a noble princess, so there were palace servants who were responsible for her writing. She basically only needed to speak and others would finish writing for her.

Generally speaking, I have never written with a brush.

After tracing half a piece of paper, her neck felt a little sore. She raised her head slightly and was about to relax for a while when she saw Jiang Chen turning around to look at her masterpiece.

He doesn't look very good.

"Sister, your..." The handwriting looks like it was chewed by a dog.

Before Jiang Chen could finish his words, he felt the emperor's uncle's warning gaze from the corner of his eye, and his desire to survive quickly changed his words.

"Sister, I can tell at first glance that this pen of yours is a bad one. It's too heavy. It's not suitable for girls to write with wolf-hair brushes." Jiang Chen cleverly changed the subject and saved his own life.

Xiao Linting put down the pen in his hand and walked behind Jiang Qingqing. Her height was just right for him to look at him at eye level.

"Your Highness used the wrong strength."

Before Jiang Qingqing could react, a deep voice brushed past her ear, causing her heart to skip a beat.

It was as if a huge mountain of security was leaning over her from behind, and then a faint fragrance of cypress and pine surrounded her body.

The refreshing and pleasant smell made Jiang Qingqing distracted.

The main purpose of standing behind Her Royal Highness the Princess was to guide her in writing. Although he could not see Her Royal Highness's expression, her stiff body stood straight and she did not show any sign of wanting to take any action. Xiao Linting raised his hand to support her elbow without even thinking about it.

Xiao Linting's voice was almost changed, and his deep voice had an extra layer of texture, "Don't be distracted, Your Highness."

The touch of the elbow made Jiang Qingqing purse her lips and withdraw her thoughts.

His big palm lifted her from her elbow to the back of her hand, raising her to a suitable height, and then he turned his backhand to wrap the tender little hand in his palm.

Next to her ear was the young man's steady voice explaining the techniques and feel of writing. Jiang Qingqing listened attentively to these techniques at first, but gradually her eyes moved upwards involuntarily.

She saw the ten fingers holding her hand.

[How can someone's fingers be so beautiful, pointed and slender? What's more, they are actually hands with distinct joints! If such bony hands were to hold a fan, it would definitely be a huge visual feedback! ]

Xiao Linting paused for a moment, but quickly resumed his speaking speed, though his grip on Jiang Qingqing gradually became heavier.

He changed the subject and said, "Your Highness, please look at the red book and stop being distracted."

"Oh..." Jiang Qingqing was caught red-handed, and she panicked and turned her attention back to the table.

She didn't dare to provoke Xiao Linting many times. For some things, two warnings were enough. After that, Jiang Qingqing really listened to Xiao Linting's instructions seriously, felt the power of the pen strokes, and taught him personally several times.

Xiao Linting could keenly feel that the strength in his hands no longer needed to be guided by him, and he gradually loosened his grip.

Just now, because of her distraction, his tone was tense and a little unhappy, but now it has warmed up a little.

"Your Highness is very talented. If you practice more, you will definitely be good," he said in a subtle way. He looked at the handwriting of the red book and thought for a while before speaking again, "Is there any calligraphy you want to learn? It's also good for women to learn small regular script."

Xiaokai? Jiang Qingqing shook her head.

"The small calligraphy is too beautiful. I am not that delicate yet...Uncle, these characters on your desk are beautiful! The strokes are powerful and the tension is moderate. I like this!"

Jiang Qingqing's gaze fell on the table beside her, and her beautiful eyes suddenly shone brightly!

He followed her gaze and saw the words he had just casually written on the table. Then he looked at Jiang Qingqing's expression, which did not seem fake, and hesitated for a moment.

"That was just something I wrote casually," he confessed.

When Jiang Qingqing heard this, her beautiful eyes sparkled even brighter.

"The emperor's uncle's casual handwriting is so beautiful. It will definitely look better if he copies it carefully! I also want to practice writing like this!" Jiang Qingqing became more motivated.

Young and promising fonts must be very good! Whether it is suitable or not, just ask for it first!

Jiang Chen stood in front and listened to the conversation between the two without missing a word. With his back to the imperial sister, Jiang Chen closed his eyes silently and felt a little distressed for his own sister for a second.

Dare to follow the emperor’s uncle’s handwriting... The last person who cried was the eldest brother.