Qing'er took a swipe of her hair and wrote a poem praising the lotus. The calligraphy is also very beautiful.
Xiao Bihe stared blankly, and others couldn't help but come over to take a look, with astonishment in their eyes. A little maid in the prime minister's house could have such talent and good calligraphy.
"Qing'er is so amazing."
Qing'er looked down at the little guy and asked jokingly, "Do you like it?" [
"I like it. But Qing'er, why don't you make it a bit ugly, so that I won't be too bad when I copy it." Xiao Bihe raised her mouth in dissatisfaction,
"???!"
This didn't sound like something said by a fool. Not only the people next to him, but also Qing'er was stunned for a moment.
Qing'er got up, and Xiao Bihe sat on it.
Qing'er gently took away the words she had written, put them aside to dry, and then took a blank leaflet and spread it on the table.
For a long while, Xiao Bihe couldn't even talk about writing, and even the posture of holding the brush was not very correct. After holding it, he glanced at the movement of the person next to him holding the brush.
Qing'er secretly raised her eyebrows, isn't the little guy just learning to write temporarily?
"Miss, do you want my help?" It's always right to ask.
"No need for the moment." She looked very serious, looking at Qing'er's written words while writing.
Unexpectedly, the first stroke was wrong!
She pursed her lips, and a piece of rice paper was scrapped.
Qing'er changed one. She was lying on the table, her little hand holding the pen was still shaking. As a result, another piece of paper was killed in a few seconds.
"Miss, we only have one piece of paper."
"Don't be afraid, there are many more on the stage." She saw it when she ran up just now.
Xiao Bihe's voice was clear and crisp, neither too loud nor too soft. It almost shocked the people in charge on the stage. It was already unfair to insert her temporarily. Give her more rice paper? That's not self-defeating.
mouth?
However, so-and-so holds the title of a prime minister's lady, which is not something ordinary people can offend. They got together and discussed it in a low voice, and came to the conclusion that she wanted it, since she couldn't do anything anyway.
If you can't write it down, just think of it as a child playing.