After swallowing my anger and taking the blame, I became the lucky little queen

Qin Wenyuan paused his pen tip and moved his wrist to the side to prevent the ink from dripping and staining the paper.

He turned to look at her, "What's wrong?"

He was still confident in his handwriting, although it was still some distance away from that of his elder brother. But looking around Shengjing, not to mention his peers, even the elders were few who could be better than him.

Nian Susu stared at the words he wrote with a look of shock on his face. He must have been conquered.

Qin Wenyuan was prepared to be praised, but she asked, "Did the Crown Prince teach you how to write?"

Nian Susu blinked sincerely, with a strong desire for knowledge.

Although Qin Wenyuan was a little disappointed when he didn't hear the answer he wanted, he was still happy in his heart. Liannian Susu could see that his handwriting was similar to his elder brother's, which indirectly showed that he was successful.

"Yes, my calligraphy was taught by my brother."

Langbo dipped his brush in ink and said as he wrote: "I started learning calligraphy when I was five years old. My first teacher was my brother. He taught me stroke by stroke, hoping that one day I could write as well as he did. But after six years, I still can't get the essence of calligraphy."

After saying that, his little face wrinkled up into a ball, looking very distressed.

Nian Susu was amazed. Qin Wenyuan was taught how to write step by step and it took him six years of practice before he was able to develop his handwriting. Then wasn't it a joke that she had been practicing her handwriting for several months, with a half-hearted attitude?

No wonder Qin Junyu laughed when she wrote the letter that day. The past is too painful to recall...

After knowing the meaning, I felt even more ashamed.

"Go on." After Qin Wenyuan didn't look at her for a while, she stopped and just reminded him loudly.

"Oh..." She continued to turn her wrist.

The two of them fell silent, and the only sound in the study was the rustling sound of the ink stick and the inkstone rubbing against each other.

Nian Susu wailed in his heart: When will it stop?

Her wrists were about to break.

Two hours later...

Qin Wenyuan was still sitting upright, holding the pen very steadily, and he didn't seem to feel tired at all. However, Nian Susu, who was standing next to him grinding ink, could hardly stand.

She leaned against the desk, putting half of her strength on it and holding on with the remaining half.

My wrists were sore and tired, and my emotions changed from helplessness to irritation to annoyance.

She suspected that Qin Wenyuan was deliberately making trouble for her. Concubine Xin had brought a lot of palace maids with her, so he could have asked them to help grind the ink. But he didn't. Instead, he asked her to come and grind the ink for two hours.

But Nian Susu didn't understand. She had never offended this little brat, so why would he hold a grudge against her?

A big drama was going on in my mind and my expression became more and more solemn.

When she was on the verge of collapse, Qin Wenyuan finally stopped.

Nian Su Su is like being pardoned.

"Can't you bear it?" Qin Wenyuan glanced at her.

She curled her lips and said, "How about you try to do it for two hours? See if you can handle it?"

Qin Wenyuan snorted coldly, "Do you think I haven't tried it?"

He put down his brush and rolled up the stack of rice paper filled with words. "When I first started practicing calligraphy, my brother asked me to grind ink while watching him practice calligraphy. I would stand there for half a day, far more than two hours."

Nian Susu was a little surprised. He thought Qin Junyu would be gentler to people close to him, but he didn't expect him to be so ruthless.

He had suffered all this when he was five years old, and he didn't feel like complaining anymore.

She lowered her head and said nothing more.

Qin Wenyuan added: "My brother usually spends at least two hours practicing calligraphy. How can you do it if you can't stand it now?"

Year Su Su:?

What does this have to do with her?

Seeing her confusion, he shook his head helplessly, "My brother needs someone to help him grind the ink when he practices calligraphy, but he doesn't like others to get close to him."

Year Su Su:?

What does this have to do with her?

She swallowed and said, "Do you mean that I will have to grind ink for His Royal Highness the Crown Prince in the future?"

Qin Wenyuan was startled, feeling that he had said something wrong, and quickly tried to make amends, "I meant to just in case. You should get used to it first, so that if the emperor needs your help in the future, you won't be embarrassed."

The last syllable of "Nian Su Su" was stretched out, and then a sarcastic "oh" was sounded.

He secretly complained: This little brat is clearly torturing himself on purpose, but he wants to use Qin Junyu as a shield.

Fortunately, Qin Wenyuan did not make things difficult for her. He asked her to help tidy up the desk and then let her go.

After leaving, Nian Susu did not return to the meditation room, but walked towards the back mountain.

Everyone knew that Qin Wenyuan called her away as soon as the chanting was over, so no one would suspect anything even if she went back later. She could take this opportunity to go to the bamboo forest again and maybe make some new discoveries.

The bamboo forest is not so gloomy during the day, but instead adds a touch of elegance to Ganlin Temple.

Before she got close, she saw the little monk from yesterday coming out of the utility room. When he looked up, he saw her.

The two looked at each other.

Nian Su Su was embarrassed and stayed where he was.

I promised them yesterday that I would not come to the back mountain again, but today I was caught red-handed.

A moment of panic flashed across the little monk's face.

"Hi?" She curled the corners of her mouth to greet him.

The young monk approached her with his hands folded, "Lady donor, why don't you keep your promise?"

Nian Susu: “Uh…”

An idea suddenly occurred to me and I came up with another plan.

Since she went to the bamboo forest to look for it herself and found nothing, she might as well try to get the little monk's help instead of running around like a headless fly.

She sighed, "I found a handkerchief missing when I got home last night. I searched everywhere I went but couldn't find it, so I thought I'd come here to take a look."

She assured him solemnly: "I really just came to see if the handkerchief was left here. I won't walk around randomly."

The little monk was skeptical, "Is the handkerchief important to you?"

Nian Susu choked for a second, then nodded affirmatively, "Yes, it is very important, very important."

She sobbed and said, "If I can't find it, I don't want to live anymore."

The little monk had no choice but to agree to help her look for it.

Nian Susu spoke to him from time to time and learned that his Buddhist name was "Miaojue".

Miaojue was an orphan who was picked up by the abbot when he was still a baby. He grew up in Ganlin Temple and never left the temple. The abbot was like a father to him.

His job is to look after the bamboo forest on the back hill and prune the bamboo branches from time to time, that's all.

No wonder she ran into him two days in a row... Nian Susu thought she was unlucky, but she didn't expect that this place was someone else's territory.

The two of them walked around with their heads down. Nian Susu was pretending, but Miaojue was seriously helping her find the handkerchief.

"Sorry, I couldn't find it." Miaojue felt very guilty.

Nian Susu shook his head sheepishly, "It's okay."

She pointed her eyes towards the bamboo forest and said, "Maybe it fell inside. How about we go in and look for it?"

Miaojue's reaction was just as she had expected, and he immediately became nervous.

"No!" Miaojue refused, "You...you can't go in."

Nian Susu asked back, "Why? Is there some shameful secret in the bamboo forest that you don't dare to let me in?"

Miaojue flatly denied: "No!"