Chapter 253 (1/2)

Mu Xiyao has copied Li Nanfu's wild grass for half a year. Today, although it has seven points of verve, it still can't compare with the original work. The birds startle the snake, and it's like a dragon.

Seeing her gentle and graceful face, her expression of concentration, and her heart walking at will, Zong Zhenglin put down the documents and looked at Mu Xiyao's performance today.

It was his intention to make trouble for the little woman to practice cursive script. Although she knew that Mu Xiyao went into the study quite a lot, I didn't think that this woman was honest and honest, with a stroke and a solid foundation of skills. She actually ordered him when she had a whim and insisted on it all the way.

Standing up and walking slowly behind her, Zong Zhenglin stood with his hands on his back, his eyes still and deep.

Very good handwriting. Compared with ordinary women, she is more resolute, free and unrestrained, and has a strong character. Only this line of writing

”Sincerity is the truth, and there is nothing wrong with it.”

”Take the real as the faith.”

”I don't know if a man can't be trusted.”

”If a couple is kind, if they are not sincere, they will leave.”

Zong Zhenglin recited it twice. Only then did he know that Mu Xiyao was prepared to come.

”I specially selected and recorded in the copybook to interpret it. Jiaojiao, you have your heart. ”

Mu Xiyao's last stroke is clean and sharp.

Put the Lake pen on the inkstone, Mu Xiyao took Xuan paper to enjoy it.

”Your Highness,” a little side, looked up, happened to look into Zong Zhenglin's drooping eyes. He was familiar with tranquility inside, and was not happy with the waves. ”Your Highness thinks, what's the difference between the word concubine and your husband?”

Candlestick fire halo yellow, set off the Mu Xiyao eyes Ying run, distant clear. Her face is so delicate that it is amazing.

”Not as much as he has no distractions. The moon is shining in the sky.” Taking over the Xuan paper in her hand, Zong Zhenglin focused on the evaluation.

”Your Highness is wise.” When she asked about the position of the chair, she moved out of her eyes.

Zong Zhenglin took a seat at the right time and carefully rolled up her writing.

”Compared with what your highness said, I feel that the emotion in my heart seems more appropriate.”

”Oh? What does Jiaojiao think it is? ” She simply grabbed her waist and put the man on her leg.

”Since the fragrance of tea, it's OK to get closer.” If you are used to being close to her, you will feel inadequate even if you sit side by side.

Mu Xiyao smiles and leans in his arms and looks deeply at Li Nanfu's precious calligraphy. The smile in the corners of her mouth gradually becomes shallow.

”Lost sir, but because my concubine is not Li Nan's assistant.” If you can't understand the mind of others, how can you describe the essence.

”I've heard a word and found it interesting. Imitations, even if they are exquisite, lose their flavor. It's not the lack of skill, but the reality. ”

”It's like a husband who has no wife and family all his life and wanders around in the world. If the wind and snow do not destroy his ambition, and wealth does not break his posture, it is the king's destiny, and he also laughs and leaves on paper