Shen Yanshan raised his eyebrows, held the Langhao pen, and played with it on his fingertips.
He looked at the person standing in front of him with interest, and finally his eyes fell on her fingertips.
Shen Cangcang frowned, "What are you hiding behind the screen?"
Her tone was unkind, as if she was angry that Shen Yanshan would appear here.
Dafu rubbed his eyebrows with his hands a little harder, and he called out helplessly, "Cang Cang."
Shen Cangcang was slightly startled after hearing this.
She snorted coldly and turned her head away reluctantly.
After the great man put down his hand from his eyebrows, he glanced at Shen Yanshan who was standing next to the screen and said, "Your Majesty, you haven't finished painting yet."
"Yes."
Shen Yanshan put down the pen and said calmly, "I still need an inscription."
The light in the big man's room is not as strong as outside, and the room is full of the smell of Chinese medicine.
When Yan Jin entered the room, his eyes fell on the table covered with herbs in front of him.
Moreover, she had just been distracted Mr.
Dafu and Mr.
Thirteen look too similar.
Even the habits are very similar.
That's why she didn't notice that there was actually a person standing behind the screen.
Yan Jin raised his eyes slightly and landed on the screen behind Shen Yanshan.
There is an excellent landscape painting painted on the screen, but as Shen Yanshan said, this screen with landscape painting has no inscription yet.
However, it is hard for Yan Jin to believe that this landscape painting was painted by Shen Yanshan Yan Jin came to his senses, stepped forward and bowed on his knees.
He said softly, "I have met the Crown Prince."
"Miss Yan."
Shen Yanshan gently rubbed the langhao pen in his hand with the index finger of his right hand, with a faint smile on his lips, "Please sit down."
Yan Jin didn't speak, just lowered his eyes and said nothing.
Shen Cangcang finally reacted.
She coughed lightly and said, "I'll do the inscription.
I can write well."
After saying that, Shen Cangcang added, "I will write an inscription for you, great gentleman.
This will be your birthday gift."
Yan Jin listened.
But he was secretly surprised.
In a few days, will it be the great man’s birthday?
If the great master's birthday is recent, then it is very close to Mr.
Thirteen's birthday.
Yan Jin thought for a while.
Tell her consciously.
Mr.
Dafu and Mr.
Thirteen.
The two of them must have known each other.
She frowned slightly subconsciously, thinking about how to ask the question she wanted to know without anyone noticing. seem.
Quite difficult.
"Farewell" Mr.
Dafu quickly stopped Shen Cangcang's movements, "Your handwriting is so good."
How could Shen Cangcang not understand the meaning of Mr.
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Zhong's words, so she glared at him before stopping.
Shen Cangcang seemed a little unwilling, and couldn't help but muttered, "My handwriting is not bad, and my uncle praises me for my good writing."
Dafu nodded in agreement, "Well, what you wrote is great."
After saying that, the great man rummaged around on the table, seeming to be looking for some medicinal herbs.
He searched for a while, then turned around and rummaged through the medicine cabinet on the side.
Finally, he selected a few herbs and wrapped them in paper.
"Let's go to Tenglv Pavilion to check on Miss Yan Si's condition."
Mr.
Dafu said to Shen Cangcang, "Let's go together."
Shen Cangcang pouted, with a look of reluctance on his face, "But you just said that if you didn't want to go, I would ask for a doctor from outside."
"A few days ago, your cousin gave me some bear bile."
Mr.
Dafu lowered his head and glanced at Shen Yanshan, who was silent.
"Do you want to try it?"
Shen Cangcang's eyes widened, and then he stamped his feet, "How could you do this to me?
You are so stupid?"
Knowing that she was afraid of taking bitter medicine, I added these extremely bitter things to her medicine.
After Shen Cangcang finished speaking, he couldn't help but wailed before running out of the house.
She left in such a hurry that she even forgot to take away Dabai who slipped out of her sleeves.
The big man smiled and said to Xiangfu who was behind Yan Jin, "Let's go, let's go together.
I don't know Miss Yan Si."
Xiangfu was startled for a moment, then quickly lowered his head, not daring to look at the great man's expression.
The great man frowned slightly.
"You go ahead."
Yan Jin said calmly after a while.
When Xiangfu saw Yan Jin speak, he hesitated no longer and followed the great master, and walked out slowly.
She and Shen Yanshan were the only two people left in the room, and something that shouldn't have happened happened.
However, no one thinks this is wrong.
Shen Yanshan did not speak, but continued to walk back to the screen, picked up the ink ingot and began to sharpen the ink.
"Miss Yan," Shen Yanshan finally broke the dull atmosphere.
His voice was neither urgent nor slow, with a hint of laziness in his deep voice.
"You play the piano well and you can also write.
But I am very curious.
In addition to being able to write hairpins, After using Xiaokai, will you write in other fonts?"
Shen Yanshan's rolled-up sleeves revealed a section of his white wrist.
The wrist was neither thick nor thin, and looked just right.
His movements are very light, and his posture is extremely elegant when polishing ink.
If he hadn't known that he was sent to the frontier at the age of ten and had been fighting on the battlefield.
Yan Jin must have mistakenly thought that this was the talented scholar.
Yan Jin lowered his head and did not answer Shen Yanshan's words.
She didn't know how to answer Shen Yanshan.
In addition to her good handwriting in hairpin regular script, she can also write cursive with her left hand.
Moreover, she learned this cursive line by imitating Mr.
Thirteen’s handwriting.
It took her two years to imitate Mr.
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Thirteen's handwriting so vividly that even Mr.
Thirteen himself could hardly distinguish between their writings and which one was written by who.
Yan Jin recalled that when she learned to write cursive, it was simply because everyone in the Yan family was so familiar with her handwriting.
She always feels that it is useful to learn one more font.
The smile at the corner of Shen Yanshan's mouth deepened slightly, "Actually, Pingyang Banker's side" Before he finished speaking, Yan Jin suddenly raised his head and looked at Shen Yanshan in shock.
She thought of the collection of poems she had read countless times in her hands.
She guessed many people, but she never guessed Shen Yanshan.
Because of this person’s temperament.
Too elusive.
Moreover, Shen Yanshan has no reason to help her Shen Yanshan even gave up on her fourth uncle as a subordinate.
Yan Jin thought for a while and then said, "You asked Xiao Hei to send you the collection of poems."
Shen Yanshan didn't speak, just smiled faintly, and continued to polish the ink slowly.
Yan Jin hesitated for a while, then lowered his voice and said, "I can also write cursive."
Shen Yanshan stopped sharpening the ink and handed the pen he just held to Yan Jin, "Then you use cursive to inscribe."
He spoke calmly, as if it was as simple as asking Yan Jin to write a random word.
Yan Jin was stunned.
But he didn't go over and take the langhao pen handed over by Shen Yanshan.
She writes cursive.
It's with the left hand.
Very wise and almost demonic.
She spent too much time practicing piano and calligraphy in her previous life, and it was not possible to practice these two things to her current level in one day.
Especially the words she wrote In the previous life, only Mr.
Xiao Yu and Mr.
Thirteen knew about this matter.
In this life, she has never told anyone.
Things she can write with her left hand. and.
Yan Jin never thought about it.
Tell outsiders about this.
If Shen Yanshan hadn't mentioned Pingyang, she wouldn't have wanted to answer Shen Yanshan's question.
This person is so smart that she tells lies.
Afraid of being discovered.
From time to time, Yan Jin would always think of Shen Cangcang's words about Shen Yanshan being vindictive.
Therefore, she would never tell lies in front of Shen Yanshan.
"Actually, Zhuang Sheng, I have always been in contact with a person around you."
Shen Yanshan chuckled, but there was a faint look in his eyebrows.
Yan Jin bit her lower lip, hesitated for a moment, and then said, "Your Majesty, why do you need to force others to do something difficult?"
"Yes."
Shen Yanshan still looked calm.
He dipped the wolf brush in his hand into ink and said slowly, "Well, I don't have any other hobbies recently."
Yan Jin: "" Shen Yanshan's words made Yan Jin dumbfounded.
This person really disgusted her.
Yan Jin wished he could go up and punch him a few times.
This man could act so calmly even when he said these words.
But Yan Jin also knew that she actually wanted to know about Zhuang Sheng.
Yan Anzhi's investigation was too slow, and she waited for a long time without getting the answer she wanted.
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If she went to Pingyang City in person, she didn't know if she would be able to alert the enemy.
Yan Jin thought for a while before slowly walking over.
In order to avoid making any mistakes, she planned to write with her right hand.
Although the cursive writing on the right hand is far less skillful than that on the left hand, it is not completely unreadable.
She is only eleven, so writing ugly is nothing to be ashamed of.
Yan Jin took the Langhao pen from Shen Yanshan's hand.
The two were very close to each other.
Yan Jin was a little distracted by the vague fragrance of ink on Shen Yanshan.
She simply took a step back to the left and distanced herself a little.
As a result, before she could stand still, Shen Yanshan came closer.
He spread the rice paper he found from nowhere on the table and said softly, "Write a few words first and let me take a look."
The only smile on Yan Jin's face disappeared completely at this moment.
She told herself that she must maintain her grace no matter what, but at this time, she still wanted to maintain her grace.
Yan Jin took a deep breath before slowly saying, "Okay."
Shen Yanshan's figure looked thin, but when she got closer, she realized that Shen Yanshan was actually not thin.
Just looking at it from a distance will give people an illusion.
When she first looked at Shen Yanshan, she felt that he had a handsome appearance and a tall and straight figure, which made him look like an immortal.
If this person doesn't speak, she will still think so Shen Yanshan was much taller than her, so Yan Jin had to take another step back before picking up the Langhao pen and preparing to write on the rice paper.
When Yan Jin was about to start writing, he couldn't help but raise his head and ask Shen Yanshan, "What does the prince want me to write?"
Shen Yanshan thought for a while, then looked at Yan Jin with smiling eyes, "Just write, half drunk, half awake and half alive."
Yan Jin's eyes met his.
At this time, Shen Yanshan's eyes were like melting spring water.
Just looking at him like this made people feel slightly intoxicated. s: Thanks to Bessi Qinhe for the pink ticket, and to Junjuan Yeziqin for the sachet.
I went to the supermarket today to buy some food to stock up, so the update is late.
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