The Concubine is Covering the Vest Every Day

One stroke at a time, Tang Yunian wrote very seriously. Knowing that Yu Bing was watching from behind, Tang Yunian still picked up the words he wrote and handed them to Wei Yubing, "How about it, isn't my imitation pretty good?"

"It's very smart." Wei Yubing praised that what she taught the little concubine to write was regular script, which was a little neater than what she usually wrote. I didn't expect that she would learn so well in such a short period of time.

"Of course." Tang Yunian proudly said, if her copywriting skills are not good, how can she be similar to the original handwriting, so that the fake can be confused with the real.

"I'll find you some calligraphers' copybooks tomorrow," Wei Yubing said with a smile, "Let me imitate it well every year, and then the calligraphy will improve in the future."

"Ah!" Hearing Tang Yunian's little face, she just wanted to learn Yubing's words, not to lose her life. It is quite tiring to imitate people to write, after all, it is necessary to deliberately compare.

However—it's okay to learn Yubing's handwriting, learning to learn is the same as the original handwriting synthesis, maybe she doesn't need to imitate the original body's handwriting in the future. This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity, and it is the least doubtful way. She can change her words without knowing it.

"What are you thinking about?" Wei Yubing only found it funny. Holding the tip of the brush against her chin, her eyes kept rolling, for fear that others would not know what she was thinking.

"Yubing, why don't we go to your study, how about I go and see what you have written?"

"Are you really going to copy?" Wei Yubing smiled, she just said it casually, not really.

"Of course." Tang Yunian nodded and affirmed, "I'm very interested in practicing calligraphy now. Let's go to your study and have a look, okay?" Seeing that Wei Yubing was indifferent, Tang Yunian slowly shook her head Arm pleaded.

A pair of big watery eyes looked at her with a pleading look, "Are you okay, okay?" Seeing that she didn't agree, there was a tendency to threaten if she didn't let go.

"Okay." Wei Yubing chuckled.

"Then let's go now!" Tang Yunian jumped out of the chair, and when he landed, seeing Wei Yubing staring at him, he patted his clothes to ease the excitement on his face.

"Let's go." Wei Yubing led her out. Tang Yunian couldn't tell the little secret joy in his heart. He could change the font in an open and fair way, and he could also stay away from the bedroom a little bit. In the study, Yu Bing would never mention the booklet again, nor would he do anything 'excessive'. Bar?

"Aren't you tired?" Wei Yubing turned around suddenly, and saw that the smile on his little concubine's face could not be covered.

"I can't wait to appreciate Yu Bing's masterpiece." Tang Yunian also noticed that his intention was too obvious, and he deliberately raised his eyes after covering it up a little.

"So that's what it is." It's a pity—she didn't believe a word. After pushing the door into the study, he closed the door with his backhand, and Wei Yubing pulled Tang Yunian to his seat. She said slowly, "Nian Nian, you don't want to stay in my bedroom, do you?"

"What, how can it be!" Tang Yunian denied, "Yu Bing, your room is so gorgeously decorated, how could I not want it?" Even an 'ordinary' rug would be a perfect match for the wedding night. It made her feel emotional for a long time.

"Let's talk about him!" Wei Yubing snorted lightly, but did not pierce her thoughts, turned and walked towards the bookcase.

Making sure that Yu Bing was not angry, Tang Yu Nian sat leisurely on the chair, looked east and west, it was no different from the last time he came here, it may be worth noting that the accounts on this desk don't seem to be there yet. After reading, it is neatly stacked here.

After a while, Tang Yunian saw Wei Yubing walking over with a box, Tang Yunian got up to pick it up, and Wei Yubing let her carry it to the desk.

"Yubing, this... this isn't all that you left from practicing calligraphy, right?" Tang Yunian was shocked when he opened the box and it was full of paper full of ink.

"No." Wei Yubing shook her head. Tang Yunian breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Wei Yubing say, "This is just what I left behind when I was in a good mood."

"When are you in a good mood?" Tang Yunian asked as he took out some words from the box.

"When I thought it was well written," Wei Yubing said.

After reading a few pictures, Tang Yunian gave Wei Yubing a thumbs up. Wei Yubing looked at her puzzled. Tang Yunian quickly retracted his thumb and explained by the way, "It means you are very powerful."

"Just writing these words makes you feel great?" Wei Yubing didn't quite understand.

What is it called? Tang Yunian was speechless. No matter how she mixed professional courses for four years in college, she still learned a little bit. She just glanced at it casually, grass paper, regular script, official script... Yu Bing's writing is all excellent, right?

It turned out that the words I wrote to myself today were not serious at all. As for teaching myself just now, I must have delayed her performance.

"Yu Bing," Tang Yunian leaned back on the chair in despair after appreciating it for a while, "you are simply too good." She understands that sentence now. It turns out that beauty is the least worth mentioning item for Yu Bing. !

The little concubine's eyes full of admiration for him made Wei Yubing feel that for the first time in his life, writing well was actually so beneficial. She still remembers the first time she held a pen. At that time, she seemed to be three or four years old, and her memory was actually very vague. It seemed that her mother taught her to write, but her mother, who had a difficult life at the time, was obviously impatient, and later her father taught her to write.

"Learn slowly," Wei Yubing patted the little concubine's head to show encouragement, and gave her a strong sense of security, "and me, I won't teach you."

"Yeah." Tang Yunian pursed her lips, just now she started to feel melancholy. Yu Bing is so good, and thinking about herself, it seems that she is really useless. The more she thought about it, the more she felt that she was not worthy of Yubing. No, she had to work hard, and the word had to be changed.

"Don't worry." Wei Yubing said. In just a moment, the little concubine's expression changed again and again, and she felt that she seemed to be more obsessed with the practice of calligraphy.

"I've decided," Tang Yunian said solemnly, laying out a clean sheet of rice paper, holding a pen, "I will practice two pages of Chinese characters every night in the future."

"why?"

"Because I don't want to leave words like me when I go out to see the wedding banquet, especially when I compare it with you."

"Just because of this?" Wei Yubing understood after being stunned for a while.

"What is just?" Tang Yunian said angrily, "Yu Bing, do you think, if the two of us go to a banquet, people say to give a blessing to the newlyweds—" This was very common in ancient times, okay? A couple of newlyweds are not getting married recently, what if Princess Lingrou asks her for a pen and ink?

"If you write the first half and I write the second half, then my words are too ugly, right?" She also wanted to save face. On the surface, her handwriting is alright, but with Yu Bing's full score comparison paper, it's too ugly for me.

"Every day," Wei Yubing shook his head in desperation, "I'd better write something ugly then."

"I don't want it." Tang Yunian curled his lips, "You write beautifully, and I have to practice hard so that my calligraphy can stand beside you, so I don't want you to pretend to be ugly to match me."

Wei Yubing was stunned for a moment, Tang Yunian had already picked out a copybook to copy. When she came here, her requirement for words was to try her best to imitate the original body, but she neglected that she would improve if the original body was also there.

Once the decision was made, Tang Yunian was very persistent. Wei Yubing found another chair and sat opposite Tang Yunian, and watched Tang Yunian practice calligraphy quietly. After a while, she opened the account and began to verify. Occasionally look up at the little concubine with soft eyes. .

The silence in the study was interrupted when Yunxiang came in to announce that dinner was ready. "Nian Nian, don't write it yet."

"Okay." Tang Yunian responded, insisting on finishing the final stroke before closing.

"There is no rush to practice calligraphy." Wei Yubing said.

"I know." Tang Yunian nodded, she had to write and practice well, but it didn't mean she would practice without eating or drinking. The important thing in practicing calligraphy is persistence. "Eating in the study?" Tang Yunian noticed that there was a table in the study with nothing on it.

"Yes." Wei Yubing nodded.

During the meal, Tang Yunian accidentally swept the sword on the wall, and was reminded again, "Yu Bing, when will you practice sword? Can I go take a look?"

"Do you really want to see me practicing swords?" Wei Yubing also cast his eyes on the long sword and said meaningfully, "However, that sword cannot be easily opened."

"Why?" Tang Yunian remembered the myths he had read before, but all swords with a bit of fame seem to have a magical history. Although Zibuyu is strange and chaotic, Keyu definitely has a special meaning in this ice room, otherwise, how can you not move it easily?

"Do you really want to know every year?"

The familiar question, Yao Yao remembered his last answer, and intuitively told Tang Yunian to stop the loss in time. "Forget it," Tang Yunian held the chopsticks embarrassingly, "I suddenly felt that it would be good to put them there, to ward off evil spirits and avoid disasters, it is better not to act rashly. Besides, let's eat, and don't talk about such gossip." Yu Nian also served Wei Yubing a bowl of soup to please.

Wei Yubing took it and took a sip. Without restraining her mouth as Tang Yunian imagined, she said, "This sword was given to me by the royal father when you and I were married."

"Your Majesty?" Could it be that the gift of the sword had any good meaning in ancient times? "So that's the case," Tang Yunian pretended not to understand, "No wonder Yu Bing doesn't want to open it. The royal father's gift is to cherish and care for it."

The things bestowed by the emperor, in ancient times, were things to be held by the whole family. The emperor is the father of Yu Bing, although it is not so exaggerated, but if the sword wears out because of the two dances on weekdays, wouldn't it be rude?

"My father didn't put it here for me to display." Wei Yubing didn't say until Tang Yunian ate some vegetables again, "Of course, the father also said that he hoped that I would never use it for the rest of my life, so that Jian Bing would always be sealed in the sword. sheath."

The more I say it, the more mysterious it feels. Tang Yunian was aroused, put down the tableware and waited for Yu Bing to continue.

"Royal father said," Wei Yubing paused and glanced at Tang Yunian. Tang Yunian's heart was swept away by the sight, and the bad premonition became stronger. She heard Yubing continue. , "If the concubine is responsible for you someday, you can directly open the sword and hold you accountable. After the accident, the emperor will be there."

Did she not hallucinate? Fortunately, I put down the bowls and chopsticks early, otherwise the bowls and chopsticks would definitely fall out of Tang Yunian's hands at this time.