Chapter 439: Calligraphy
It was common for the two of them to quarrel. Cao Jing, who was standing next to him, carefully finished writing the last stroke, then carefully put down the pen, blew on the paper, and waited for the ink to dry.
Jiang Wanru was still in a daze. Cao Jing poked her arm with a ruler and asked, "Are you being pinned down by that idiot?"
Jiang Wanru came back to her senses: "Everyone in the Rongguo Mansion is uneducated and unskillful, who would bother with her!"
Cao Jing pursed her lips and said calmly, "I heard it was the Young Madam who asked us to write these words, and that the handwriting had to be neat, no fancy brushes allowed... Could it be that the Young Madam can't read and wants to copy them?"
Jiang Wanru looked at her as if she were a monster: "How do you know it was the Young Madam who wanted to use the calligraphy? Have you looked for it?"
Although they can now move freely, they have not left the yurt in the past few days.
It was too cold outside, and the few of them didn't want to wear those dirty fur coats, so they could only hide in the yurt and wait for a chance to show up again.
Cao Jing, like herself, had never left the house.
Cao Jing didn't respond to Jiang Wanru's question. She simply pointed at the paper she had written on and said calmly, "Why don't you give this poem to the young lady and ask her to copy this poem full of the pain of longing?"
Jiang Wanru stroked her long hair and said listlessly, "They say once you enter the palace, it's like entering a deep sea. This small tribe is also suffocating! Why can't I write poetry to express my feelings?"
Cao Jing picked up her poem stick and threw it into the brazier: "If the young lady knew that you were thinking about the young master every day and got angry... I advise you to burn it!"
Seeing her poem burned, Jiang Wanru rushed to save it, but it was nowhere to be found. All she saw were a few pieces of black ash flying up. Her face flushed with anger: "Cao Jing, what are you crazy about? I was sent here by the Empress Dowager. Are you afraid of that military girl?"
Cao Jing said coldly, "I'm doing this for your own good! Aren't you afraid that the military girl will secretly deal with you?"
On the way, the military girl never got close to them, and when she arrived at the tribe, she didn't say a word at all, not even caring about the face of the wife.
Jiang Wanru wrote on this piece of paper full of love and affection, and anyone who is not a fool can see what she is thinking.
Jiang Wanru was not stupid. Although she said she was not afraid, she still sat down angrily and stopped shouting.
Cao Jing said, "Madame Xu told us not to irritate the three masters and to be more accommodating to them. You should arrange the calligraphy! Once you have arranged a copy, personally deliver it to the Young Madam's tent. The Young Master will surely praise your thoughtfulness and kindness!"
Jiang Wanru looked at her puzzledly and asked, "Then why don't you write?"
Cao Jing carefully put away the paper with dried ink in her hand and smiled faintly: "I was memorizing the book!"
"Book? What book?" Jiang Wanru stood up suddenly and wanted to grab the stack of papers.
How could Cao Jing let her touch what she had worked so hard to write, so she quickly pressed her down under her.
At this moment, Tang Qingluan, who had been outside watching the excitement, suddenly ran in, shouting, "The young master is here!"
She ran in and hurriedly opened her dressing mirror, and repeatedly called the maid Xiaoxia to comb her hair and put on her clothes.
After shouting a few times, she remembered that Xiaoxia and Aunt Xu had gone to the weaving room, so she could only grab the rouge and powder and apply them herself.
Now Aunt Xu no longer takes care of the three of them, but keeps a close eye on the little maids. Except for coming back to serve her in the morning and evening, they spend the rest of their time working outside.
Jiang Wanru was stunned and hurried to the door and lifted the curtain to look.
There were a few pieces of wood placed on the open space in the distance. Zhao Tingduo came over at some point and was talking to a few people.
Is this the young master?
Jiang Wanru turned around and stared at Tang Qingluan, saying sarcastically, "I think you're mentally ill! Ever since the wood was found there, the Young Master has been coming here every day. It's not like you just found out, so why are you so surprised every day? Who are you trying to show off to?"
Whenever the young master comes, he can only stand for a few breaths and always stays by someone's side.
Every time Jiang Wanru and Tang Qingluan wanted to find an excuse to go over, Cao Jing would say that Aunt Xu had warned them not to be impatient and to behave like ladies from a noble family, and not to be like those sluts in brothels who looked like they couldn't stand the sight of men.
After hearing this, I naturally felt embarrassed to show up.
Hearing Jiang Wanru mocking her, Tang Qingluan ignored her and just continued drawing her eyebrows.
Seeing that she didn't respond, Jiang Wanru was about to make a few more sarcastic remarks, but then she saw Cao Jing walk out the door silently, with a stack of written papers in her hand.
What does she want to do?
Under Jiang Wanru's shocked gaze, Cao Jing walked step by step towards the group of people, or to be more precise, towards the tall and handsome young man in the crowd.
At this time, Zhao Tingduo was talking to Langmu from the tribe.
Abu, who was helping, picked up the thick wood and turned it, so that the craftsman could use a square to measure the diameter of the tree to see if it met the requirements of the drawing and then make a mark.
Several people around were busy with their own things when they saw a girl walking towards them gracefully.
She was wearing a light green jacket and a long pink floral skirt. She lowered her head shyly, so her face could not be seen. Only a thin neck and dark hair could be seen.
In the howling snow wind, the girl's slender figure was like a green willow that had just turned green, trembling in the wind, which made people's hearts tremble as well, and made everyone present wrap their fur coats tightly.
Zhao Tingduo didn't say anything else, just watched the funny scene indifferently. When he noticed the papers in her hand, his eyebrows moved.
Cao Jing looked up only after she walked up to Zhao Tingduo, revealing a face so white that it was almost transparent, and even the powder seemed like a layer of dust floating on it.
She suppressed the shivering brought by the cold, bowed and said, "Young Master, I, Cao Jing, have written an article 'Zi Jing' according to the Young Madam's instructions. Please pass it to the Young Madam." As she spoke, she handed over the paper in her hand.
Zhao Tingduo frowned slightly, but when he heard that it was Song Liyun's order, he still took the paper and looked through it.
Although Cao Jing lowered her head, she still caught a glimpse of Zhao Tingduo's slender fingers touching the paper. Her face was still cold, but the corners of her mouth raised slightly.
Seeing the clear and beautiful handwriting, Zhao Tingduo nodded and praised: "Well written, thank you for your hard work!"
A hint of joy suddenly appeared in Cao Jing's eyes. Before she could say anything else, two people stumbled towards her and knocked her, who was already half frozen. She staggered and the words she wanted to say became stuck in her throat.
Tang Qingluan ran to Zhao Tingduo like a gust of wind, stuffed a stack of papers into his hands, and snorted softly, "Oh, I'm so tired, Master. Can you tell the Madam not to let me write for you in the future?"
Zhao Tingduo took a step back and frowned slightly: "If you don't write, what can you do?"
Tang Qingluan raised her face, puffed out her chest, and said proudly: "Young Master, you don't know, I can do a lot of things.
In the past, I had to accompany my grandmother to have fun at home, enjoy the flowers, feed the fish and walk the birds, and I could also play shuttlecock and mahjong. No other sister in the mansion could compare to me.
She was only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pretty face. It was not known whether she was excited or cold, but at this moment, two blushes appeared on her pretty face.
When she spoke, the two little braids on her temples kept shaking, making her look lively and cute.
Zhao Tingduo didn't look at her, but just snorted lightly: "Okay, you don't have to write anymore!"
Tang Qingluan's face suddenly lit up with joy, and she moved closer to Zhao Tingduo: "Young Master, what should I do? I will just serve you and the Young Madam!"
(End of this chapter)
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