After Yun Qingluo finished her walk and felt that she had digested her food, she let Mo Beichen go about her business.
Mo Beichen insisted on taking her to the Empress's palace before returning to his study to review memorials.
Yun Tao and Yun Xin came out to greet her, "Your Highness, you're back. His Highness the Crown Prince and the Princess have already taken their afternoon nap. Would Your Highness like to take a nap too?"
Yun Qinglu shook her head, her face still showing some excitement.
"Yun Tao, Yun Xin, prepare the brush, ink, paper, and inkstone. I'm about to pull off something big," Yun Qingluo called out as she walked toward the study.
Although Yun Tao and Yun Xin looked curious, they still followed Yun Qingluo's instructions and found a suitable brush for painting.
Yun Qingluo stood in front of the table, looking at the flattened Xuan paper, took a deep breath, and slowly exhaled.
A new business is about to begin, let's go!
Yun Qingluo solemnly picked up the brush and, based on the eighth section of broadcast gymnastics that she knew by heart, drew the figures' movements on the paper.
After a few strokes, Yun Qingluo frowned as she looked at the person on the Xuan paper.
Something seems off.
Xiao Yi happened to be out for a stroll when he saw the pattern on the rice paper and was stunned. "What are you doing? Designing a nice shape for the poison?"
"Tsk tsk tsk, this is too much of an eyesore! At least give it a beautiful appearance. This looks like poison. Nobody would dare to take it."
Yun Qingluo slowly shook her head. "Bullshit, this is just a diagram of radio calisthenics."
Xiao Yi seemed to be stuck.
"What? What is this? A diagram of calisthenics? Don't tell me the person you drew twisted into a pretzel is a person?"
Yun Qingluo retorted, "That's just how people are. Don't overestimate love, and don't underestimate the flexibility of the human body, okay?"
Xiao Yi was shocked. "Big sister, you've turned your head so far back. Are you sure you didn't just twist your side while practicing?"
Yun Qingluo exclaimed, "Really? She's clearly turning her head to the side!"
Xiao Yi exclaimed, "Your hair is clearly in the front, so your face must be in the back!"
"And this one, oh my god, what is this thing? It stands like a pine tree, not a scallion, and it even has a beard."
"Ah, this, that, isn't it a scallion? I remember my deskmate brought a scallion back then, it was quite delicious, but unfortunately I came from an orphanage and didn't have money to buy one, I regretted it for a long time."
Xiao Yi fell silent.
The atmosphere has been built up to this point, is it going to cry with her?
Yun Qingluo didn't seem to care. "It seems a bit difficult, but it's okay. I'll practice some more. Maybe I'm just not used to calligraphy or painting."
Yun Qingluo, unwilling to give up, continued to pick up her brush and wield her pen.
Xiao Yi found it too offensive and has already hidden away to study medical books.
Yunxin went to Zeyan and Qianyue's place in the afternoon to play with the two children.
Yun Tao came in midway to serve tea to Yun Qingluo, and when she saw Yun Qingluo's painting, she almost couldn't resist throwing the teapot away.
"Your Majesty, what are you doing?" Yun Tao asked, her eyes wide.
Yun Qingluo glanced at her indifferently, then continued to paint intently.
"Can't you tell? I'm drawing."
Yun Tao was shocked, "Painting?"
If you throw a kitten up there, its paws will get a little ink on them, and it can even make plum blossoms.
Your Highness, what is this painting?
Yun Tao stared at them for a long time, but still couldn't figure out what those crooked lines were. She just felt a little pain in her eyes.
No, she had to hurry and go find His Highness the Crown Prince and the Princess to cleanse her eyes.
Yunxin left without even saying goodbye.
After finishing the last stroke, Yun Qingluo excitedly looked up, "Yun Tao, look at my drawing..."
"Hey, where did they go? Weren't they just standing here? How did they disappear in the blink of an eye?" Yun Qingluo scratched her face in confusion.
The ink in his hand left several marks on his face, making him look like a little kitten.
Yun Qingluo was completely unaware.
Looking down at his masterpiece, he said, "Hmm, I think it's very vivid and lifelike. Raising a hand, throwing a punch, bending over, restoring, kicking—isn't it easy to recognize at a glance?"
Xiao Yi silently thought, "I guess only you can understand it."
Yun Qingluo rubbed her sore wrists and cheered herself up, "Come on, just a few more moves and I'll be done."
When Yun Qingluo finished the last stroke, she breathed a sigh of relief.
"Well, it's finally finished."
She mainly drew two sets of exercises: one is the eighth section of broadcast gymnastics, and the other is the Chinese martial arts exercise with divine power.
She felt that martial arts exercises might be more popular.
First, military officers took the lead. As for radio calisthenics, those civil officials were all men, and they probably wouldn't do such jumping and hopping movements.
Therefore, they might also follow the military generals and choose this set of martial arts exercises.
Speaking of martial arts exercises, she could probably recreate Tai Chi later.
I'm sorry, my ancestors and martyrs.
I'm sharing your masterpiece for the benefit of the people.
Since we possess civilization, we have the responsibility and mission to spread it.
She remembered that she had learned in her political class that it was our mission to promote the fine traditions of the Chinese nation.
She's trying.
After convincing herself, Yun Qingluo felt no pressure and started thinking about what else she could move over.
But no matter how you look at it, it seems like there's only that same knowledge.
She had to admit that her mentor was right: of all things in the world, only what you learn is truly yours; you can't take anything else with you.
Yun Qingluo lowered her head and continued to sketch on the paper, recalling how to practice Tai Chi.
Mo Beichen walked in.
Mo Beichen was still wondering why he couldn't get Luo Luo's Lanzhou noodles in the Imperial Study.
Finally, he couldn't resist any longer. He put down the piles of memorials and went to Chengqian Palace to see Luo Luo, only to find the palace very quiet.
I finally found the study and saw the figure I had been longing for.
Mo Beichen frowned. Why wasn't there even anyone to serve him?
Yun Qingluo was so engrossed that she didn't even notice Mo Beichen approaching.
"Embrace the knee and twist the step, embrace the knee... Hey, how does this go again... bend the elbow and step out... Oops, Ah Chen, did I hit you?"
Yun Qingluo was sketching out a three-dimensional view in her mind, and unconsciously followed suit.
Just as she raised her elbow, she was stopped. Turning around, she saw Mo Beichen standing next to her.
Mo Beichen shook his head, reached out and took Yun Qingluo's hand, took out a handkerchief, moistened it with tea, and wiped Yun Qingluo's right cheek.
The handkerchief was stained with ink.
Mo Beichen smiled faintly, "What are you doing? Why are you all covered in dirt like a little kitten?"
Yun Qingluo was initially a little confused as to why Mo Beichen was using tea to wipe her face.
When she saw the ink on the handkerchief, an embarrassed look appeared on her face.
I was a little dumbfounded.
However, Yun Qingluo's high morale and lofty ambitions still filled her with excitement.
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