Jiang Fan laughed out loud. He knew that Jiang Ranli's calligraphy would not be pleasing to Emperor Kangxi.
Looking at Jiang Fan who was gloating over someone else's misfortune, Jiang Ranli felt helpless. Was this her elder brother? Was there any elder brother who would laugh at his own sister like this? Was there any elder brother who built his happiness on his sister's pain?
With a frown, Jiang Ranli said resentfully, "Are you my biological father?"
Jiang Fan stopped laughing, but there was still a dazzling smile on his face. He patted his chest and said, "It's genuine."
"You are still laughing at me, but your calligraphy can't even pass the test."
Jiang Fan's calligraphy is almost as good as Jiang Ranli's. Both of them grew up in modern times and are used to using modern pens. They are not used to using ancient calligraphy.
Hearing Jiang Ranli's words, Jiang Fan laughed again.
Seeing this, Jiang Ranli pursed his lips helplessly, indicating that as long as he was happy.
Unexpectedly, Jiang Fan was heard saying, "No wonder we are brother and sister. If we show that handwriting to others, no one would dare to say that we are not brother and sister."
Jiang Ranli blinked. Well, although the similarities between the two people are not an advantage, it is indeed a fact.
Next, Jiang Ranli and Jiang Fan had a conversation, talked about the situation in Shanxi and Shaanxi, and then talked about the current political situation.
Listening to Jiang Fan telling her about the changes in officialdom, Jiang Ranli sighed again and again. Even though she and Jiang Fan were both from modern times, both understood the history of the Qing Dynasty, and both wanted to help Yinzhen, no matter what efforts they made, history was only the history in history books.
"Don't think about these things anymore. Although some major directions cannot be changed, small directions can always be changed, such as easing the relationship between Yinzhen and the Fourth Master, and easing the relationship between the Eighth Master and the Fourth Master."
In the past, Jiang Ranli’s goal was to let Yinzhen, the Eighth Prince, the Tenth Prince, and the Fourteenth Prince avoid those things in history that were extremely unfavorable to them, but no matter what she did, what was supposed to happen would still happen, so now, she no longer asked for those things, but just hoped that they could all be fine.
Jiang Fan nodded and said, "Mulan's Autumn Festival will be held in a few days. The Fourth Master, the Ninth Master, the Tenth Master, the Fourteenth Master and others will all participate. It will be a good opportunity."
Hearing this, Jiang Ranli sighed, "What's good about it? My handwriting is not up to standard. I promised to practice calligraphy well, so, Mulan Qiumi, I'm afraid I can't go."
Speaking of this, Jiang Ranli felt depressed.
Jiang Fan patted her shoulder and comforted her, "It's okay. If you can't go this time, then we'll find another opportunity. It's only the 51st year of Emperor Kangxi's reign, and there are still ten years left."
After saying these words, Xiao Rouqiu, Minyan and Hongzheng, who had gone out to drink tea and eat snacks, came back. Jiang Fan quickly changed his words, "Okay, kids are back. Come, I will tell you a story."
Hongzheng shook his head and said, "No, what my uncle said is not as good as what Aunt Wan said."
Minyan nodded and said, "Hongzheng is right."
Hearing this, Jiang Fan patted his chest, pointed at the two of them and said, "You two are heartless little guys. Your uncle gives you delicious food and fun things, and even takes you to play games, but you two treat me like this. Guoguo, do you think what your father said is right?"
Changing the subject, Jiang Fan looked at the little ball of meat, his eyes full of anticipation.
Little Rouqiu was struggling inside. To be honest, she had grown up listening to stories from her father and mother. When compared, her mother's stories were indeed better. Stories like The Little Mermaid, The Princess and the Pea, Alibaba and the Forty Thieves, Avanti, Pulling Up the Seedlings to Help Them Grow, and The Thief Who Covered His Ears to Steal the Bell all sounded very nice to hear.
But whenever Daddy talks about it, it’s always ‘The stars in the sky are the Big Dipper…’.
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