"Ayan, I don't even have to go to the study to study with you, why do you still need me to practice calligraphy?"
Wen Jiaojiao looked at the copybook handed over by Zhao Yan, lying on the table with some frustration, still holding a pen in her hand to write and draw. She opened the letter from Que Wu and put it aside.
Ever since he received her reply, it was as if some strange switch had been triggered, and the letters came more frequently. He could be called her ancient version of a pen pal.
After all, his brother and the queen's sister were old friends. If her guess was correct, he might be the ex-boyfriend. Therefore, Que Wu and the queen's sister were relatively familiar with each other, so the letter was sent to Fengyi Palace without any hindrance.
What he drew in his letter today was a picture of a little leopard kissing a little rabbit. He also imitated her Q-print style and made the picture round and chubby.
I have to say that Que Wu's academic talent is really high. Before, his paintings were relatively neat and free-spirited, but he was led astray by her in just half a month.
Wen Jiaojiao found it very interesting and was happy to reply to him every day, but she basically couldn't write anything and could only draw a picture.
Today's drawing is still about a rabbit beating up a little leopard, but she drew the rabbit as a picture of muscles, and the little leopard is a small one.
In the letter, Que Wu said that he would return to Saluo the day after tomorrow and that he would climb over the wall and steal her away tomorrow.
Wen Jiaojiao naturally didn't believe his lies. She was in the palace, how could he climb over the wall? The palace was heavily guarded. As a foreign envoy, it would be too embarrassing for him to be caught over the wall.
Zhao Yan saw that Wen Jiaojiao had finished the painting, put the painting in an envelope, and handed her the pen stained with black ink.
"Practice calligraphy."
Wen Jiaojiao sighed and took the pen from Zhao Yan, "Okay."
Xiao Qingyu saw Wen Jiaojiao reluctantly holding the copybook and writing there, and said with a smile: "Que Wu has only been in Beiyuan for more than two months, and his handwriting is even neater than yours."
After hearing this, Wen Jiaojiao curled her lips and said, "Sister, people cannot be compared with each other. If you really want to compare, don't be angry to death."
Xiao Qingyu laughed "haha" and pinched her little face, "Why do you look exactly like my sister when she was a child? Could it be that you really ran out of my sister's belly?"
Wen Jiaojiao threw the pen away, got into Xiao Qingyu's arms and acted coquettishly, "Sister, just think that I ran out of your belly, so don't let Ayan let me practice calligraphy anymore. Look at my hand holding the pen.
It turned red."
Wen Jiaojiao acted coquettishly, but Xiao Qingyu had no way to do anything with her. When he saw the soft and fragrant little girl in his arms, his heart almost melted, so he had to say: "If you want to write, you can write. If you don't want to, don't. Anyway,
It's not like you're illiterate. At your age, I can't even recognize the characters."
Wen Jiaojiao raised his head from Xiao Qingyu's arms and looked at her and said, "So, sister, if I compare with you, this makes sense."
Xiao Qingyu was amused by her and laughed again. She hugged this little cutie and wanted to kiss her twice.
Wen Jiaojiao looked at Zhao Yan's helpless eyes, came out of Xiao Qingyu's arms and came to him, pinched his face with his hands, "Ayan, don't be angry, although I went to the Hanlin Academy to study painting, but every other time
I can still accompany you to the upper room tomorrow."
Zhao Yan: "Would you like to go to the study to catch up on your sleep?"
Wen Jiaojiao was at a loss for words. Indeed, the reason she went to the study room was to catch up on her sleep. The tutor's lectures were too hypnotic.
On the second day, as soon as Wen Jiaojiao finished her breakfast, Xiao Qingyu asked her to leave the palace.
"Someone from home sent a message saying that my mother is ill and I can't leave the palace. Jiaojiao, please go back and take a look for me. It will make me feel at ease."
Hearing Xiao Qingyu say that her aunt was ill, Wen Jiaojiao immediately said: "Okay, I'll go back and take a look."
You don't need to bring anything with you when you leave the palace, but it's still snowing outside, and the Chinese New Year will be coming in less than a month, and the weather is getting colder. Her fifteenth birthday will be after the new year.
Before Wen Jiaojiao went out, Xiao Qingyu put on a thick cotton-padded jacket for her. Her whole body was as round as a moving fur ball.
Xiao Qingyu had already asked people to prepare a sedan chair for the evacuation, and changed the carriage when they arrived at the palace gate. Wen Jiaojiao had not left the palace for more than a month. As soon as she left the palace gate, she couldn't help but lift the curtain and look outside. The view outside was vast.
, the sky and the earth are covered with snow, many pedestrians are walking on the street, there are many street vendors and many shops.
Those street stalls sell all kinds of hot food, and they are steaming with smoke. It is the fragrant smoke of human fireworks, and it is a bustling and bustling place.
Seeing this scene, Wen Jiaojiao had the urge to go for a walk, but she had other business to do, and she had to go back to Xiao's house to visit her aunt.
Along the way, Wen Jiaojiao always opened the car curtain and looked out. She found that she loved the quiet and peaceful winter more than the crisp autumn. She also loved the noisy winter with fireworks. She looked at it in her heart.
You won't feel lonely, and you will feel that living in this world is a very happy thing.
The carriage went all the way to Xiao's Mansion. The people from Xiao's Mansion had been waiting at the door for a long time. When they saw her getting off the carriage, the steward hurriedly greeted her, "The Fourth Miss is back. Madam is already waiting for her at the mansion."
"Uncle Yong."
Wen Jiaojiao saw the tall and tall middle-aged man in front of him and called out.
The stewards of the Xiao Mansion have been with the Xiao family since they were young, and have adopted the surname Xiao. Most of the stewards and servants of the Xiao Mansion are selected from the army. They have a clean family background. Even if they are not from the army, they are carefully screened before being selected.
Doing things in the house.
Xiao Yong took Wen Jiaojiao into the house. As soon as she entered her aunt's yard, she smelled a scent, and then her aunt's voice came from inside.
"Hey, Jiao Jiao is back?"
A maid saw Wen Jiaojiao and hurriedly went in to report: "Madam, the fourth lady is back."
Mei Shiniang heard Wen Jiaojiao coming and hurriedly lay back down.
Wen Jiaojiao entered her aunt's room and saw that she was lying on the couch with a handkerchief on her forehead. It looked like she was indeed ill.
"Hey, Jiaojiao, you're back."
Mei Shiniang was about to get up when she saw Wen Jiaojiao, but Wen Jiaojiao hurriedly sat beside her bed and pushed her back.
"Why is my aunt sick? I'm very worried about you."
"I just feel a little bit cold, a minor illness, but I'd rather you go out of the palace."
Mei Shiniang looked at Wen Jiaojiao, who was wearing round clothes, and her eyes were full of curiosity. Women of their age like such chubby girls, and they looked lucky.
"Jiao Jiao is really getting more and more beautiful."
Mei Shiniang couldn't put it down when she touched Wen Jiaojiao's face. When she gave birth to Qingyu, there was a war at the border. Even though she was pregnant with the child, she was still helping to lead the troops in the barracks. After Qingyu was born, she didn't have much time.
She had taken care of her, but she didn't lack people to take care of her. At that time, she, the Qi family and some other generals were stationed at the border. Women and children from several families usually interacted with each other to help take care of the children.