Female martial arts fanatics only love to fight, while men fight for their lives.

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In this case, time was pressing, so Lou Xiao didn't care about etiquette. Li Huaiqing invited them with one hand, and the two of them spread out paper and ground ink in the pavilion.

Lou Hong couldn't stop him, so he had to sit outside the pavilion.

It was impossible to let him go. He had to keep an eye on Lou Xiao and prevent her and Li Huaiqing from getting into trouble.

Grinding ink is Lou Xiao's specialty. Li Huaiqing is lucky because she has only ground ink for Her Majesty the Queen.

She kept working, and not far away, a line of more than ten servants, led by the butler, came towards her, holding green jade cups in their hands.

Before Lou Xiao saw what was inside, she smelled the aroma - delicious food!

Seeing her eyes sparkling, Li Huaiqing temporarily stopped writing and invited her to sit down on the chair.

"That's the Thirty-Six Jade Hall in my house. I specially ordered someone to make it." He waved and had someone bring it over and put it on an empty table at the side, and then called Lou Hong,

"This dish of Golden Jade Swallow and Hundred Herbs Flying Ling... must be served while hot to enjoy its excellent flavor. I remember that Miss Lou is quite knowledgeable about food. Why don't you try it first, Master Hong?"

Lou Hong refused to enter Fengbo Pavilion. Unable to bear the sight of the two people chatting happily together, he simply turned his back.

"Master Hong is really... a man of temperament."

Li Huaiqing poured a cup of tea for Lou Xiao, watched her put the snacks that had just been placed on the table into her mouth, and asked softly, "How is it?"

Nodding in affirmation, Lou Xiao praised generously, "It is indeed good. This is called Golden Silk Jade Swallow? How come I have never seen it before?"

"This is a recipe that has been passed down in my Li family for a long time. Now, there is only one old man who can make it. The newcomers are not very skilled, and I don't know if this skill will be ruined here."

This shows its rarity.

Lou Xiao nonchalantly suggested, "Take in a few more disciples, there will always be one who can do it, so the art won't be lost."

Li Huaiqing smiled but said nothing.

The family recipe is extremely precious. If it is accepted by too many disciples and spread out, it will lose its specialness. What is the meaning of the Thirty-Six Jade Hall?

It is precious because it is rare. If anyone could do it, it would be boring.

Lou Xiao had a good appetite and ate one cup at a time. After eating four or five cups, she came to her senses and asked Li Huaiqing, "Aren't you going to eat? It's not good to look at me like this."

"It's specially prepared for you."

Perhaps because they had visited Xiyun Market together before, and because she had changed her clothes today and did not dress up formally, Lou Xiao felt very relaxed.

She was wearing a yellow spring gown, and her hair was not decorated with the usual crown, but with jade.

When she lowered her head to eat, her eyelashes drooped slightly, which made Li Huaiqing, who was standing beside her, absent-minded for a moment. He actually felt that she was like a lively spring bird, extremely cute.

No bird has such a big appetite.

Of course Lou Xiao couldn't let him just stare at her eating, so she asked about his injury, "What happened? How did you hurt your arm? Did you fall accidentally?"

Otherwise, she couldn't imagine why a scholar like him could suffer such harm.

"No." Li Huaiqing refilled her tea after she finished drinking it. "It was an assassination."

Assassination?

This was no small matter. She had been worried about her senior sister since she was in the palace, and was particularly sensitive to the word "assassination".

Although he had left the palace, he asked Li Huaiqing seriously, "Who wanted to assassinate you? Who was so bold? Did you report it to the authorities?"

What's the point of reporting to the police...

Li Huaiqing thought of King Youshan's face, which was different from that of the people in the Central Plains, and his long, slightly curly and frizzy hair, which made him look like a lion and gave people a strong sense of oppression.

He looked at Lou Xiao carefully, wanting to know what it was about her that attracted King Youshan and made him behave like a jealous villain not long after returning to Beijing.

Maybe he vaguely knew it, but he didn't want to admit it.

"Maybe it's just a misunderstanding, it's just a small matter." Li Huaiqing quickly ended the topic and turned the conversation to the calligraphy she mentioned.

"Which famous calligrapher's calligraphy is Miss Lou going to copy? Would you mind letting me take a look?"

Hearing this, Lou Xiao swallowed the food in her mouth and asked Lou Hong to take out the post.

Hearing that she was finally talking about business, Lou Hong took out the booklet that he had placed close to him with both hands, and then stepped step by step into the Fengbo Pavilion that he had been avoiding before.

Li Huaiqing stood up to greet him with a folding fan in his hand, but Lou Hong didn't even look at him, ignored his outstretched hand, and placed the booklet directly in the middle of the desk.

After doing all this, he walked out with his eyes lowered, as if the pavilion was poisonous.

Li Huaiqing's eyes fell on the booklet, and the corners of his eyes twitched, with a hint of surprise flashing in his eyes.

It turned out to be the case.

Knowing where it came from, he didn't dare to take it without permission.

Li Huaiqing turned around and asked her for her consent, "Is it okay?"

"Of course." Lou Xiao drank the second cup of tea, "I still need your advice. Of course I can take a look."

This was a genuine piece from the palace collection, placed casually on his desk.

He did not believe that the Duke Zhenguo, who was rumored to be a martial artist, would suddenly think of copying some calligraphy and learn it quickly within a few days, and the calligraphy he copied was the "New Year's Celebration Postcard".

I'm afraid it's His Majesty's request.

And His Majesty will certainly know that she came to him for help.

Li Huaiqing calmly picked up the book and opened it, reading it word by word. Lou Xiao was still asking him from behind,

"How is it? Lou Hong said it's hard to write well, what do you think?"

His fingertips touched the cool pages of the book, the words on which had turned yellow after years of baptism. Li Huaiqing read every stroke of the book.

I seemed to see the tip of the pen moving slowly, the wet feeling of the ink touching the paper, and a faint scent of ink...

He was so absorbed in it that he couldn't help but draw with his hands, imagining what it would look like if he were to write it himself.

Lou Xiao finished her snack and asked him a question but got no response. She only saw that he looked lost, just like when she was practicing martial arts.

They are all like possessed by demons.

She didn't disturb him, but held up her face to see when he would wake up.

However, Li Huaiqing's possession of the devil lasted longer than she thought. After waiting for a long time, he finally made a move. Instead of replying to her words, he directly picked up the white jade carved plum blossom brush.

He put a little ink, lowered his eyes and thought carefully for a few breaths, then started to write.

Lou Xiao walked quietly behind him to take a look. Although she couldn't make out anything, at least the post on the table was still open.

She just felt that it seemed to be written very similarly, but not similarly. The so-called literati style might be the wonderful scenery between the lines that only literati can see?

After finishing writing, he felt as refreshed as after a good workout. Li Huaiqing threw away his pen and then he remembered that there was someone beside him. When he turned around, she just looked up, and their eyes met, each of them had a gleam in their eyes.

Lou Xiao did not repeat the question and said with a smile, "It seems that what Lou Hong said is right. It is not difficult for you."

"Excuse me." Li Huaiqing was in a good mood. Looking at the words that were not yet dry, he said sincerely,

"I lost my composure for a moment and I'm sorry to have embarrassed you. This time I will do my best and will never let Miss Lou down."

Just teaching people to write.

Lou Xiao was not as optimistic as him, "That's not necessarily true. You haven't seen what I wrote yet."

She felt depressed when she thought of Lou Hong's expression when he saw her handwriting. "Let's take a look at my handwriting first, then we can talk."