Chapter 122 Calligraphy Practice
But why is she lonely?
She is the most likable Bei Jingchu.
There will definitely be many friends around her!
The emperor withdrew his gaze and returned to the two tablets.
He said calmly, "The rules of the world say that children who die young cannot be buried in the ancestral tomb."
"Because they passed away before their parents, it makes their parents sad and is unfilial."
"But I think it doesn't make sense. Some people always like to blame the weaker ones when something goes wrong."
"It's obvious that the parents failed to protect them, yet they asked their children to stubbornly live on."
"So I let your two brothers enter the imperial mausoleum. Those old pedants said that I disregarded the rules of our ancestors."
“That’s hilarious.”
The emperor at this time was not an autocratic tyrant, but a father who was sad because of the death of his child.
【Aye really cherishes every one of his children. 】
Thinking of this, Bei Jingchu felt his head being rubbed again.
[Damn, my hair style! ]
After leaving the Buddhist temple, the gloomy aura on his body immediately dissipated.
It was as if nothing had ever happened, as if I had never missed the two deceased princes.
But in fact, it is not the case. Bei Jingchu has observed that Aye rarely thinks about the past.
It was like he had set a time for himself where he could only be sad.
The rest of the time, just be that decisive and ruthless emperor.
She reached out and grabbed the corner of his dragon robe and pulled him towards the Xuanshi Hall.
Pulled all the way back to her own bedroom.
"Aye, let me show you something good."
Bei Jingchu moved the small chair over and patted the back of the chair.
"Sitting here will allow you to straighten your legs, so it won't be so uncomfortable if you sit for a long time."
[I don’t know how Aye can sit for so long a day. ]
[Will I really not get hemorrhoids if I sit for hours? ]
The emperor, who was a little moved, said:
He still stood up and went to fulfill his rare filial piety.
Then he discovered a problem: "Chu Chu, Aye can't stretch out even if he sits like this."
"You can stretch out because you have short legs."
Bei Jingchu:......
[I should have known not to give it to you, humph! ]
The filial daughter Bei Jingchu still asked Changyan to make another big chair and a high table, determined to let the dog tyrant taste the beauty of the high chair.
Not to mention, after changing to a high-legged table and chair, the emperor felt much more comfortable. At least his legs didn’t get sore after sitting for too long.
His leaky little cotton jacket finally kept him warm for once.
After the filial emperor got comfortable with his position, he also gave the empress dowager a set of tricks. After receiving the empress dowager's praise, he simply replaced all the palaces.
The trend spread from the top to the bottom, and it became popular among officials and dignitaries, and finally spread to the people.
Because it was conceived by Bei Jingchu, it is also called the "Princess Chair".
After knowing the name, Bei Jingchu said: That’s not what I thought!
I feel a little ashamed, what should I do?
Changyan, who originally made the chair, is now making something new.
Bei Jingchu moved her own little chair and watched from the side.
"Changyan, what are you going to do?"
Chang Yan stared at the hair on Bei Jingchu's head and said, "Your Highness can wear a hairpin now."
Curiously, I thought: "So you want to make a hairpin for me?"
Long smoke action non-stop.
"I want to make a hairpin with a hidden sword for your Highness. When you pull open the top of the hairpin, you can pull out a small dagger."
"That would look pretty cool."
Bei Jingchu nodded in agreement: "It is very handsome, but the palace has regulations that no one except the guards can carry weapons, especially when meeting the emperor."
"And we happen to live in the Emperor's chamber."
Changyan silently stopped her rebellious action and stared at the unfinished raw materials in front of her. The little girl was like a salted fish that had lost its dream.
Bei Jingchu stopped teasing her, and the child's eyes were dull.
"It's okay, it's okay, just report it. I'll tell Aye after you finish it."
"Really?" The child was really scared.
Bei Jingchu felt a tiny bit of guilt in her heart.
"Really, really, just tell me everything you have done."
The sword hidden in the hairpin made by Changyan is not exquisite, and looks like an ordinary ebony hairpin.
The gap between the dagger and the scabbard is well hidden, tightly stitched, and unremarkable.
Changyan explained: "In fact, the handle can be carved, but it will not feel good when you draw the dagger, and it will affect your speed of drawing the knife."
"I think that lethality is more important than beauty."
I always feel that the long smoke smells very heavy...
Bei Jingchu inserted the hairpin into her hair like a baby.
He must be old and handsome.
Hehe, she also has hidden weapons!
But Bei Jingchu overlooked the fact that her hair was not long enough, so the bun was not a big problem.
Changyan looked at the hairpin sticking out of the princess's hair and fell silent.
I'd better not say it.
As long as she is happy.
Bei Jingchu wore his own hidden weapon to the school, but after finishing the lesson, the teacher had a confused look on his face.
"Your Highness has learned to read and write almost completely in the past two months, and can now go to the Central Hall."
At this point, he murmured in a somewhat ethereal manner: "It would take others one or two years to learn this..."
"There has never been an imperial heir who was promoted to the position of Grand Master after only two months of education in the Junior Hall."
"According to the rules, Your Highness must stay in Zhitang for a full year."
"If I had known that Your Highness was so smart, I should have taught you earlier. Why did I have to wait until you were two years old?"
"Alas, the only drawback is that the handwriting is too ugly."
Bei Jingchu: Sir, you don’t have to say the last sentence…
She looked at her own handwriting and compared it with Bei Hua's.
Okay, it's a bit ugly.
He practiced writing big characters one by one seriously.
Because she memorized quickly, she passed it after writing it once.
"Your Highness should start practicing calligraphy today. When you have finished practicing, you can go to the main hall."
Bei Jingchu didn't really want to practice.
The teacher said seriously: "The handwriting reflects the person. Scholars often judge people by their handwriting."
"Your Highness's handwriting is so sloppy that others will think that you are a person who does not follow the rules and acts in a sloppy manner."
Bei Jingchu said confidently: "But I am just this kind of person."
gentlemen:......
"But you should at least write in a way that people can understand, right?"
"Look at your handwriting, Your Highness. Apart from me, your teacher, others would think you were drawing talismans."
"In fact, it is very simple for Your Highness to practice calligraphy. You just need to pay attention to the shape."
"Mr. Mo Qing's handwriting is very good, but the strength is not enough. But he is still young, and his strength will naturally improve when he grows up."
“Even if you can’t write with power, you can still write in a graceful way.”
"Your Highness has a strong hand. When he writes, his words are not weak and his strength can penetrate the back of the paper..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a piece of paper was torn by Bei Jingchu.
Sir: ...There is so much energy in one day.