Don't be a salted fish, the daily life of the concubine in the palace

Shen Wei turned her head, her almond eyes glowing: "My Lord, you're back!"

Prince Yan strode over and sat down across from the desk. He looked at the brush in Shen Wei's hand and said with a smile, "Wei Wei can also write?"

Shen Wei nodded and said in a sweet voice, "Your Highness, you may not know that I have a younger brother who is quite good at studying. He passed the imperial examination two years ago. When I was at home, I watched my younger brother read and write, and I also learned a little bit."

After a pause, Shen Wei clenched the brush tightly and said embarrassedly: "At the Spring Banquet, King Heng mistakenly thought that I was good at singing and dancing and well-read... But I was born in a humble family, I am not good at singing and dancing, and I haven't read many books. I don't want to embarrass the prince, so I decided to learn to read and write more."

There was a gentle smile in King Yan's eyes.

In order to support him, this silly girl actually started practicing calligraphy and reading.

Prince Yan took out a piece of rice paper that Shen Wei had used to practice calligraphy, wanting to see Shen Wei's literary level.

When I looked closely, I was almost blinded.

Shen Wei's handwriting was crooked and messy, like a few poisoned insects crawling around.

The handwriting was hauntingly ugly.

King Yan couldn't help laughing as he watched.

Shen Wei's face turned red, and she put the brush on the table angrily: "If you make fun of me again, then...then I won't practice calligraphy."

King Yan restrained his smile, walked over and held Shen Wei's hand: "Come, I will teach you calligraphy."

With his big hand clasping the small hand, Prince Yan taught Shen Wei how to write calligraphy stroke by stroke. His hand was very strong, and his strokes were sharp.

After a moment, a domineering word "燕" appeared on the rice paper. It didn't look like a swallow, but more like a majestic and proud eagle.

Shen Wei tried to imitate the character "燕".

It's crooked, the strokes are uneven, and it's so ugly that it's unbearable to look at.

Her pretty face fell.

Shen Wei was not pretending, her calligraphy was really ugly. In the past, in modern life, she was used to typing on the computer, and she rarely held a pen to write.

"Don't be impatient for quick results when practicing calligraphy. Practice slowly and you will improve." Prince Yan held Shen Wei's hand again and wanted to teach her how to practice calligraphy.

Shen Wei thought for a moment and said, "Your Majesty, I would like to ask you to write a poem, and I will practice copying it every day from now on."

King Yan: "What poem?"

Shen Wei's eyes curved, "When I was young, I went to Jiangnan with my brother. When we passed by a small courtyard, I heard someone reciting a poem called "Spring Banquet". My brother said that when I find my ideal husband in the future, I will read this poem to him. I read it to the prince, and the prince taught me how to write."

The King of Yan was well-read, but had never heard of a poem called "Spring Banquet".

He showed some interest: "Weiwei, read it to me."

Shen Wei raised the corners of her pink lips and began to recite a poem: "Spring feast, a cup of green wine and a song.

I bow again and make three wishes: first, I wish you a thousand years, second, I wish I stay healthy, and third, I wish we can be like the swallows on the beam, and see each other every year. "

This is a poem that was circulated during the Five Dynasties and Ten Kingdoms period, but Shen Wei did not claim that the ancient poem was her own creation.

She is not a talented woman. If she steals other people's talents, she will suffer the consequences one day.

"We meet often every year." King Yan pondered this poem carefully. Although the verses are simple, every word is full of love. The whole poem is fresh and natural, and it is a rare good poem.

Prince Yan held the brush in his hand, spread out the rice paper, and quickly wrote the entire poem. He deliberately changed the handwriting and wrote it in regular script to make it easier for Shen Wei to practice.

Shen Wei began to practice calligraphy stroke by stroke, while the King of Yan sat on the other side of the desk, flipping through an ancient book, occasionally turning his head to watch Shen Wei practicing calligraphy.

Seeing Shen Wei's ugly octopus-like handwriting, King Yan shook his head helplessly.

Fugui outside the house announced that dinner had been delivered. In addition to the delicious dishes prepared by the kitchen, tonight's dinner also included small green vegetables grown by the King of Yan himself.

The green vegetables were made into green vegetable and tofu soup, and King Yan drank two large bowls of it.

At night, the King of Yan naturally stayed at Shen Wei's Fangfei Garden. Shen Wei's left arm was still injured, but this did not affect the two of them lying on the bed and playing with the waves.

Shen Wei couldn't stay because of her injured arm.

However, being on top has its own unique flavor.

After playing till late at night, Shen Wei and King Yan finished bathing and went to bed. Of course, Shen Wei did not forget to secretly get up in the middle of the night to drink contraceptive soup.

Cai Lian took away the medicine bowl of the Zi Tang and whispered, "Master, if you like to practice calligraphy, I will find some good ink tomorrow."

Shen Wei nodded: "Okay."

Shen Wei's calligraphy practice was not a whim, but a premeditated one. A small vegetable garden can keep the attention of King Yan. But a vegetable garden is not enough, more small details of life are needed to make King Yan pay more attention to Shen Wei.

For example, practicing calligraphy.

Shen Wei's handwriting was so ugly that it was outrageous. The King of Yan taught her how to write, and he was also Shen Wei's teacher. As a teacher, he naturally had to check the students' learning results frequently to see if they had made any progress.

Therefore, King Yan would keep "practicing calligraphy" in mind and would often come to Fangfeiyuan to check on Shen Wei's calligraphy practice.

With every bit of progress Shen Wei made, King Yan felt a greater sense of accomplishment.

What is this called?

This is called the cultivation system.

The more effort Prince Yan invested in Shen Wei, the more he couldn't bear to let her go.

When Shen Wei's calligraphy is well practiced in the future, she can also practice painting, dancing, singing, and horse riding. The rest of her life is long, and she has plenty of time to train the King of Yan.

After giving a delicate yawn, Shen Wei slowly returned to her bed, hugged her beloved gold and silver, and quickly fell asleep.

...

When Shen Wei and King Yan were sleeping in each other's arms, a new owner moved into the Rose Garden next to Fangfei Garden.

After cleaning, the Rose Garden is quite clean.

Zhang Yue sat on the main seat, looking at the huge courtyard, a sense of pride came over her.

From then on, Zhang Yue was no longer a lowly maid. She was promoted to a concubine by the princess. The princess also gave her two maids to serve her daily life.

"Pour me a cup of tea." Zhang Yue raised her chin with an arrogant tone.

There were two maids, one named Fang'er and the other named Cui'er. Zhang Yue used to work in the laundry room with these two maids.

Now, Fang'er and Cui'er have become her maids.

Zhang Yue felt so happy!

Fang'er bowed her head and respectfully brought the hot tea to Zhang Yue. Zhang Yue took a sip and splashed the tea on Fang'er: "You want to burn me to death with such hot tea?"

Fang'er and Cui'er fell to their knees, trembling with fear, not daring to show the slightest disrespect.

Because the two maids knew that Zhang Yue was a new master. According to the experience of the Prince of Yan's Mansion over the years, the newcomer would soon replace the glorious Shen Wei.

Therefore, we cannot offend Zhang Yue for the time being.

Zhang Yue beat and scolded the two maids, showing the demeanor of a master, and then returned to bed contentedly.

It is more comfortable to be a master than to be a maid.

Zhang Yue looked at the dark bed curtains, her fingers slowly brushed across her beautiful face, hatred flashing across her eyes.

Zhang Yue murmured: "Shen Wei, just wait. I will take away everything you have."

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