moon shadow

Xiaoli's gift =3=

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Yunlong ink, pine flower inkstone.

Holding the ink in slender hands, grinding it round and round, the fragrance of ink filled the room.

"Okay."

Hearing the clear boy's voice, Ningbi stopped, and stood aside respectfully.

The young man stared intently, dipped in ink, and wrote.

All in one go.

Black characters on a white background, especially the handwriting is flying and dancing, chic and wanton.

He was rather dissatisfied, threw away the rice paper, and continued to fetch paper to practice calligraphy.

Repeated several times, the boy seemed to be more and more dissatisfied. He threw the pen and waved his long sleeve, and the used paper fell all over the floor.

After a while, he said in a deep voice, "Take it and throw it away."

It was rare for the gentle and gentle master to get angry. Ningbi didn't dare to neglect her, she bent down to pick up the rice paper and pen on the ground, and asked, "Master, do you want to practice?"

Si Nongyue said impatiently, "We'll talk about it tomorrow."

Ningbi tidied up for a while, seeming to have something to say, but seeing that Si Nongyue's eyes had turned to her, she stopped hesitating and said, "Can you give Ningbi the paper and pen that Master doesn't want?"

"What are you going to do?" Si Nongyue said, his temper had gone down now, and he was interested in asking some unimportant things.

Ordinarily Ningbi needs it, even if he takes it himself, he is not a stingy master.

"The servant wants to... teach people how to write." Ningbi was asked, but she didn't dare to hide it, and she answered truthfully, but she blushed slightly behind her ears. Just right."

"Well, you can take it."

Si Nongyue's heart skipped a beat, and she understood Ningbi's thoughts.Although the hidden guard named Cang He was close to Elder Zhan, but before he and Elder Zhan were about to tear each other apart, they were allowed to go.

He also thought that Yinfeng, who is also a secret guard, should also be illiterate. Inspired by Ningbi, he felt that it would be a pleasure to go to teach Yinfeng how to write, but it was a pity that he couldn't go now.

Si Nongyue sighed regretfully, it can be said that everything has not gone well for him these few days.

Wanting to visit Yinfeng, by the way, taking advantage of the other party's loss of most of the five senses, it is better to get closer, but Si Jingping said that Yinfeng has healed to a critical point and needs to rest and not be disturbed by others.

At this time, his father, the head of the sect, sent his maid, Cuiyan, to remind him not to forget the punishment of copying the hundreds of family rules, and reminded him not to be lazy, and to write in neat lowercase letters.

Si Nongyue's tragedy stemmed from this. He has been tempered for a lifetime. Although he is not considered a master, he still thinks he has a good handwriting.But he really didn't remember how to write stroke by stroke seriously. After practicing for a few days, the handwriting became even more crooked and ugly.

Si Nongyue felt that he would not be able to practice decent lower script for a while, so he decided to go to the yard to practice the sword skills that had been abandoned for many days, but he ran into Cuiyan head-on within a few steps.

Ningbi is his own servant girl, so he can be as rude as he likes.But Cuiyan is his father's favorite person, even if he is in a bad mood, he still treats her kindly.

"Young master, how is today's progress?" Cui Yan's cherry lips always maintained a gentle arc, looking extremely cute and pleasant.

Si Nongyue said solemnly: "The Si family rules are the foundation of the Si family. Copying needs to be sincere and serious. I haven't prepared it yet."

It was not the first time Cuiyan asked this question, nor was it the first time Si Nongyue answered this way.

She should have been ordered by Si Mushen to come to look at Si Nongyue every day.

But treating each other kindly is Si Nongyue's best limit, he doesn't mean to be sympathetic to the beauty, let alone feel ashamed and work hard just because the person who comes to remind him every day is a beauty.

Cui Yan covered her face and smiled lightly: "Young Master, please don't get me wrong, this servant is not here to urge the Young Master today. I just came to tell the Young Master that the things you ordered a few days ago have been done."

"What's the matter?" Si Nongyue was puzzled by what she said.

Cuiyan replied: "Naturally, it's about finding someone to sleep with."

Si Nongyue was taken aback for a moment before she nodded in response.

It turned out to be this matter, he didn't expect it to be so fast.

A few days ago, he ran around for a long time about Yinfeng, didn't take a good rest, and finally got free later, he was already extremely tired, lay down on the bed, and was about to fall asleep, but after a while he realized something was wrong, he thought When I fall asleep, the cold air in my body will run around uncontrollably, making my whole body cold, and I can't sleep well.

He tried to add a few quilts, but it was useless, and he also tried to use a heater, but after sleeping for a long time, the heater quickly cooled down.

But now, he thought of a way to rely on human body temperature. Anyway, he was old enough to have two girls who served him as bed servants so that no one would be suspicious.

Now he can still hold on, but if he continues to sleep well, sooner or later there will be problems.