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

After putting down the letter in his hand, he asked again: "Why did you take so long? Did you meet anyone?"

Qin Wenyuan knew that he had a heavy responsibility on his shoulders, so he was very sensitive to everything around the Qinian Palace.

"Lord Qiu, the Minister of Personnel, and several colleagues came here. We happened to meet at the door, and they gave him a few words of advice." Lin Shoude answered cautiously.

"What?" Qin Wenyuan became alert instantly.

If there are some who want to see the emperor or question him, he has to find a way to deal with it, otherwise there will be more and more such advice and he will not be able to hide it sooner or later.

But Lin Shoude said that they were just some words of concern for the emperor's health, so he didn't say anything more.

Tired of reading the memorials, Qin Wenyuan stood up, stretched, and looked around. Lin Shoude thought he wanted to take a rest, and was about to approach him, but he unexpectedly asked, "My royal brother likes to practice calligraphy. Does the Qinian Palace have his calligraphy?"

Lin Shoude froze for a moment, then quickly responded, "Yes, yes. The emperor's calligraphy is stored in the study of the Palace of Prayer for Good Harvests. If the Fifth Prince needs it, I will go get it now."

Qin Wenyuan nodded, agreeing to this approach.

The people serving in the Qinian Palace were all carefully selected by Qin Junyu. They would not tell anyone a word about what was happening inside the palace, nor would they give others the opportunity to find out any news.

Lin Shoude called two people to go to the study together.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a large ebony bookcase was carried into the bedroom.

The rice paper used by Qin Junyu was neatly placed inside, with traces of his calligraphy practice on it. His thin gold style of writing was free and unrestrained, and very personal.

Qin Wenyuan took out a stack and placed it on the dragon table and began to practice calligraphy.

Lin Shoude helped grind the ink.

Looking at the thin gold style of calligraphy that he wrote, which was 80% similar to Qin Junyu's, Lin Shoude was stunned and couldn't help but praise him: "Fifth Prince, your handwriting is exactly the same as the emperor's! If you don't compare them word by word, you can't tell the difference at all!"

Qin Wenyuan was most satisfied with his own Slender Gold Style. After all, he had started practicing it at the age of five. At that time, his elder brother held his hand and wrote every stroke. After practicing like this for eight years, his handwriting had become very good, but he always felt that there was something missing. Every time he practiced calligraphy, he could not tell where the problem was.

I paused too long, and the ink from the tip of the pen dripped down, forming a black flower on the rice paper.

Qin Wenyuan came to his senses and quickly moved the pen away, but it was too late.

Lin Shoude smiled and took away the dirty paper, laying a new one on top. "When practicing calligraphy, you must be calm and focused, and you must not be distracted. Although I don't understand this, this is what the emperor said, so I think it's not wrong."

Qin Wenyuan looked embarrassed and continued writing.

The more Lin Shoude looked, the more gratified he felt, as if he was seeing Qin Junyu's childhood.

When Qin Junyu was not yet the crown prince, Lin Shoude was not yet a member of the imperial court and could only do some cleaning work in the imperial study. However, he had seen Qin Junyu's small figure entering and leaving the imperial study several times, either to ask the late emperor for advice on his homework, or to deliver things on the orders of the late empress. Sometimes, he did something wrong and was punished by the late emperor to kneel at the door of the imperial study.

The Fifth Prince's stubborn and upright appearance now is exactly the same as Qin Junyu's when he was a child. No wonder they are brothers.

Like Qin Fengtian, from childhood to adulthood, no one has ever said that he looks like the other princes, either in appearance or temperament. At that time, no one knew that he was actually Qin Zehai's son. Everyone could only laugh to resolve the embarrassment and explain the reason as he looks like his mother.

Lin Shoude blinked as his thoughts drifted away, his eyes focused on Qin Wenyuan's writing, and he smiled and said, "I remember that the Empress also practiced the Slender Gold Style, but it was not as good as the Fifth Prince's, and it was far from the Emperor's, but it had its own characteristics."

Qin Wenyuan was thoughtful after hearing this.

He remembered that three years ago, he, his mother, and several young ladies from the capital went to Ganlin Temple to pray for the country. His original intention was to test whether the Queen was worthy of her brother. Once, he specially asked her to go to the study to grind ink for him, and it took her two hours.

He practiced calligraphy while observing her reaction out of the corner of his eye. He saw that she looked shocked yet respectful, but he didn't know what that look meant at that time.

The queen praised his beautiful handwriting, and he talked about the past when he practiced calligraphy with his brother. A trace of envy flashed across her face.

Now after hearing what Lin Shoude said, Qin Wenyuan finally understood why the Queen's expression was so intriguing when she saw his calligraphy.

“Pupu——” Qin Wenyuan couldn’t help laughing, his little face flushed red.

Lin Shoude didn't understand.

“The clarity of running water lies in its source. The ruler is the source of politics and the people are like water. If the ruler is deceitful and wants his subjects to be upright, it is like expecting the water to be clear when the source is turbid. It is impossible.” Is this sentence so funny?

……

Nian Susu recently started learning flower arrangement from Li Yaoyuan. Although he has not made any progress, he has gained a new hobby to pass the time, although it is quite time-consuming.

Qin Junyu waved his hand and spent a lot of money to buy 23 kinds of flowers from a manor in the neighboring town, a total of 1,000 stems, which were given away immediately upon purchase.

There was a flower shop where only Ding Changfeng was responsible for doing the hard labor. It was too strenuous for one person to move a thousand flowers, so Qin Junyu joined in to help.

Nian Susu and Li Yaoyuan were arranging flowers on a small table in front of the window. Outside the window, two people were grunting as they carried the flowers off the cart and put them into the greenhouse of the flower shop, time and time again, until they were exhausted and out of breath.

"Don't cut too much here. It looks good if it is arranged in a staggered manner. For example, if the main color is light yellow, the matching color can't be too bright, otherwise it will steal the limelight and the main and secondary will be unclear." Li Yaoyuan was pruning the branches while sharing some scientific knowledge.

Nian Susu seemed to understand, but she didn't quite understand. She had never had any talent in art. For someone who could draw a chicken as a bird, a deer as a horse, and feet as hands, perhaps becoming a doctor was the best career path for her.

Flower arrangement is a technical job that also requires aesthetic taste, so she gave up after working on it for a few days.

“Forget it, I might as well help move the flowers.” Nian Susu’s mouth twitched and he was about to leave.

Li Yaoyuan held her down and said, "Oh, don't be like that. The physical work is done by men. Don't go over there and dirty your skirt."

Nian Susu always felt something was strange when she heard her speak in Wujun accent, probably because her accent was not authentic, because she would not want to laugh if Sister Li, who came to deliver flower seeds, spoke in this way.

"I know, I know." Nian Susu frowned helplessly.

Li Yaoyuan sighed and began to nag her again: "Although we have no shortage of money, we are now ordinary people after all. Can you ask your good husband to be more restrained?"

"How can anyone do business at a loss? He spent three hundred taels of silver to buy this cart of flowers, and I can't even make half of it back after selling it!"

"Also, don't let him go out to buy things in the future. He doesn't ask the price, doesn't bargain, and just spends a silver ingot at a time. No matter how rich he is, he can't afford to squander like this!"