First Lady of the Crown Prince

  Chapter 41 Being Alone

Gu Jiao never imagined that in her previous life, she had gone through college entrance examinations, postgraduate entrance examinations, and postgraduate entrance examinations, and finally hatched from high pressure. She had to start with a primary school chicken for her first life, and she was still the field that she was least good at-writing brushes. .

  Gu Jiao Ling is damn, the whole person is not good anymore.

  Although the beauty is on the side and the beauty can be eaten, she shouldn’t practice the brush, don’t don’t!

  "Learn from your name first." Xiao Liulang said.

  His voice is between the voice of a teenager and a mature man. There is no ugly drake throat, but a clean low moist.

  Gu Jiao was a little resistant and incompetent, she opened her eyes wide and silently watched him write her name on the paper.

  It’s not the same as the one signed on the surgical consent form earlier, this time it seems to be more tidy.

  But Gu Jiao still doesn't understand.

  Gu Jiao was opposite Xiao Liulang. From her point of view, the words were upside down. Xiao Liulang turned the paper upside down so that Gu Jiao could take a closer look.

  After that, he wrote the strokes and the order of the strokes one by one on the paper.

  Gu Jiao looks at so many strokes, her head is big.

  This is neither a traditional Chinese character nor a small seal big seal in official script, but a font that she is completely unfamiliar with.

   Xiao Liulang saw Gu Jiao awkwardly holding the brush awkwardly, and said, "The posture of holding the pen is wrong. Move your hand up a bit and don't make your wrists too rigid."

   "Is that so?" Gu Jiao adjusted according to his explanation.

  Gu Jiao's pen holding posture was actually considered standard in her previous life, but it was a bit inadequate in front of Xiao Liulang, an ancient person.

  "Index finger." Xiao Liulang said.

   "Huh?" Gu Jiao was puzzled.

  Xiao Liulang hesitated for a moment, reached out the slender fingertips, and gently moved her index finger upwards.

  If he did this on other occasions, Gu Jiao said, "He touched my fingertips, rounding it up is a hand in hand." But he was teaching her to read, and rounding up meant class. Gu Jiao was always very serious in class.

  Gu Jiao took off her shoes, sat cross-legged across from him, stroked each stroke, and began to practice seriously.

  Xue Ningxiang was waiting in the hall. She didn't understand how Gu Jiao went in for so long. The letter is not long, so do you have to read it for so long?

  Where did Xue Ningxiang know that the two people in the room had completely forgotten the letter, one reading and the other practicing calligraphy.

  Xiao Liulang occasionally corrects Gu Jiao's pen holding posture. As for her writing is good or not, he doesn't force it. After all, the first time I hold a pen, it is not bad whether I can write on the outside of the paper.

  If Gu Jiao knew what he was thinking, she was afraid that she would jump up and run away. How could it be her first time holding a brush!

  Gu Jiao's memory is still very good. She can write those complicated strokes only once, but the writing is too ugly and a bit horrible.

  According to Xiao Liulang's standards, he is an elementary school chicken just holding a pen.

  After all, the words he wrote when he was two years old were better than this.

  The two stayed in the room for half an hour without knowing it. In the end, the old lady came over to Gu Jiao in idleness and boredom, only to find that they were writing in the room.

  The old lady didn't look closer, but glanced at the door, which was the red paper.

  She immediately had a judgment in her heart: "Where to write the Spring Festival couplets? Hmm, it's time to write it. If you don't write it, you won't be able to keep up. Call me if you write it.

  She wants to post Spring Festival couplets!

  This is really a beautiful misunderstanding, but Gu Jiao didn't think that Xiao Liulang was not here to write the Spring Festival couplets with these red papers, but just happened to learn to write by himself, which delayed his progress.

  Now that the old lady proposes, then get back on track and start writing Spring Festival couplets!

   "I'll cut the paper!" Gu Jiao put down the brush and went to the house to find scissors.

  Thanks to my aunt for saving her from water and fire! If you continue to practice like this, Claws will be useless!

  Xiao Liulang looked at the red paper in front of him with a trance.

   But when Gu Jiao cut them neatly and placed them neatly beside him, he still wrote a few spring couplets.

  "Write a few copies to Xiao Xue." The old lady reminded.

  The old lady likes Xue Ningxiang very much. Of course, she also likes Gu Jiao. She doesn't say anything, but Gu Jiao can feel the kindness and malice of others towards her.

   Xue Ningxiang had a strong malice when he first met her, and now this malice has completely disappeared.

  The old lady’s liking for Xue Ningxiang is still different from the liking for Gu Jiao. She likes Gu Jiao by her family, but she likes Xue Ningxiang by her master.

  To put it plainly, she thinks Xue Ningxiang is a good guest, suitable for frequent visits.

  The old lady said that, the two people finally remembered that they had forgotten the letter between Xue Ningxiang and her, and there was a trace of embarrassment on their faces.

  I don’t know what kind of mood Xue Ningxiang was waiting for them in the hall...

  Half an hour later, Gu Jiao took Xue Ningxiang’s letter and the Spring Festival couplets handwritten by Xiao Liulang, plus a plate of mochi and chestnut cake, to Xue Ningxiang’s home.

  "Why are there so many?" Xue Ningxiang was shocked.

Gu Jiao certainly wouldn't say that she was here to express her apologies. She said solemnly: "It's almost the New Year. My aunt asked me to bring it. The Spring Festival couplets are for you, and the chestnut cake and Mochi are for your mother-in-law and your son. "

  Xue Ningxiang hurriedly thanked him.

   "Just now..." Gu Jiao hesitated, but decided to explain.

  I don’t know that Xue Ningxiang smiled badly and gave her a look that I understand.

  Gu Jiao: What do you know, you know! ! !

  Xue Ningxiang is a person who came here. The little daughter-in-law entered the Xianggong’s room and couldn’t come out for a while. What could she do?

  How could she be angry about this kind of thing? The reason why you walk away silently is to avoid seeing what you shouldn’t see and hearing what you shouldn’t hear.

   "It's..." She whispered to Gu Jiao, "Next time you have to remember to close the door. Auntie is still at home."

  Gu Jiao: I think you have misunderstood something...

  Xue Ningxiang’s younger uncle said in the letter that he had made a small skill at the border, became a squad leader, and was rewarded with ten taels of silver. All the rewards were sent back to Xue Ningxiang. He asked Xue Ningxiang to take care of her mother-in-law and son while not treating herself harshly.

  He will make a lot of silver in the future, so she won't worry about it.

  This little uncle is pretty good.

  Gu Jiao asked Xue Ningxiang if she wanted to reply. Xue Ningxiang shook her head. Everyone has gone back to celebrate the New Year in the past few days. There is no one at the station and can’t post it.

  Gu Jiao gave the things to Xue Ningxiang and went home. Xue Ningxiang accepted the food. She only needed one pair of spring festival couplets because they were too expensive. Gu Jiao said that she didn't buy it from outside, but Xiao Liulang wrote it herself. She also said, "Paper is expensive."

The    paper was sent by Feng Lin. After sending a lot of paper, Gu Jiao didn’t care about the price. After she asked Xiao Liulang, she realized that this kind of paper for Spring Festival couplets was several times more expensive than ordinary paper.

  "It's not that expensive at ordinary times, and the price will increase during the New Year." Xiao Liulang explained.

   "Then...Is Feng Lin's family background very good?" Gu Jiao asked.

  Xiao Liulang thought for a while, and shook his head: "I haven't asked, but it should be...not too good."

  (End of this chapter)