Chapter 252 Imitating Her Handwriting
"Music, chess, calligraphy and painting are essential for a lady of noble family."
"Playing the lute to a cow!"
“…”
"Qian Zhuye, your uncle is here and the teacher is calling you over." A young student walked in.
"Okay." Qian Zhuye responded and picked up the copied Disciple Rules: "You guys take your time writing. I'll go first."
Ye Qianning looked up. What was Qian Fanji doing in the academy?
"Are you going to write or not?" Sang Zhi pushed it away.
Ye Qianning twisted his body and lay on the table again: "I won't write."
"If you don't want to write, go back to the courtyard. Don't sleep here. You'll catch a cold easily."
"Just go away. Why do you care about me?" Ye Qianning lay there without moving.
Sang Zhi seemed to sigh, and then Ye Qianning heard the sound of collecting rice paper.
Ye Qianning had never seen a child more stubborn than Sang Zhi. She held the pen out of habit. He was right. Children's bones would indeed be deformed due to long-term incorrect posture.
But she was not a normal child, and her fingers were not made for playing the piano. Her hands were born to hold a knife.
She was destined to be unable to learn the art of playing the zither, chess, calligraphy, and painting, and she had no desire to learn either...
As I closed my eyes slightly, the figure of my previous life emerged in my mind. No matter what I learned, it was always for a purpose. It seemed that I never learned anything because I liked it.
What does she like... When I think about it carefully, it seems like nothing.
Ye Qianning had a very long dream in his sleep. In the dream, all kinds of things from his past life flashed through his mind. The fire was swaying, burning the entire earth, and tall buildings were collapsing.
The screams of the crowd for help filled her ears. She felt as if she were looking down from a God's perspective. In the blink of an eye, the scene shifted to a rooftop...
The woman on the rooftop, covered in blood and dying, her face as pale as paper, that person... was her.
The man in black opposite took out a pistol, raised it slightly and pointed it at her with a bang.
The bullet whizzed like a gust of wind, piercing her forehead...
Ye Qianning shuddered all over and suddenly woke up. The turbidity in his eyes gradually became clear, and a little man slowly appeared in his sight, holding a brush and writing something quietly with his head down.
The candle swayed slightly, and the red candlelight made his fair little face slightly red.
Sang Zhi...
Ye Qianning finally came back to his senses from the dream at this moment, and he was still frightened by the dream.
"What's wrong?" Sang Zhi turned his head, a hint of worry in his gray eyes.
Ye Qianning subconsciously raised his hand and pressed his eyebrows.
"Are you having a nightmare?" Sang Zhi asked again.
"I guess so." Ye Qianning responded, looking up to see that it was already dark outside: "What time is it?"
"Just now at midnight."
The hour of Hai is nine o'clock in the evening.
"It's so late, why haven't you left yet?" Ye Qianning stood up and stretched, his eyes inadvertently falling on the rice paper in front of him.
A thick stack of rice paper was piled up, and the words on the top were copied by her... No, they were not copied by her.
Ye Qianning walked over with a little surprise and picked it up. The lower sheet still had the same font, which had been the same for several chapters. Although it was very similar to her handwriting, it was better than hers when you looked closely.
"Did you write all of this?" She raised her head and her eyes fell on the rice paper in front of Sang Zhi.
"Your handwriting is difficult to imitate, but if the teacher doesn't look too closely, it should be passable." Sang Zhi lowered his head and continued writing.
The teacher outside the window twitched his lips when he heard this...
Ye Qianning looked at the thick pile of rice paper and felt a little moved: "How much have you copied?"
"Four more to go."
"Then let's do it together." Ye Qianning picked up the pen.
"Put your fingers holding the pen in the right position." Sang Zhi raised his hand for her to see.
“…”
Okay.
Considering that he took great pains to imitate her handwriting and copied it for her, she reluctantly insisted on doing it...!
(End of this chapter)
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