mtl008 Chapter 162 Failed to act coquettishly
Chapter 162 Failed to act coquettishly
In the warm room, Qiao Shinian was carefully opening the bamboo tube, with many people surrounding her.
Mu Qingchen was watching Qiao Shinian's expression. He didn't understand what Qiao Shinian was going to make, but he could tell from her expression whether the production was successful.
When opening the bamboo tube, Qiao Shinian breathed a sigh of relief, then took out a bar of soap and placed it next to the cutting line that had been prepared long ago, cut it into even blocks and placed them in a bamboo basket covered with linen.
"You all look very nervous, don't you?" After finishing all this, Qiao Shinian turned around and looked at the nervous people. "This is just the beginning. We need to wait for a month before we know whether it is done."
"Is that so?" Yingzhu nodded, not quite understanding. She secretly glanced at Mu Qingchen, who was even more nervous than her. Then, as if she had thought of something, she glared at Qingyu who was standing behind him.
Qingyu naturally noticed Yingzhu's gaze. He shrugged and acted innocent.
It was he who proposed the book, but he didn't expect that Mu Qingchen would catch him in the act, so he urgently removed the books that he had secretly hidden in Mu Qingchen's study.
So in the end, the only one who got hurt was Yingzhu. Yingzhu, who had her moon silver deducted, even challenged him to a fight in private, but he was more skilled and defeated Yingzhu.
Thinking of this, Qingyu couldn't help but curl up the corners of his mouth. To be honest, if the occasion did not allow it, he would even want to laugh out loud to the sky and express his pride.
With such good luck and such ability, is there anyone in the entire palace who can compare with him?
Haha, absolutely not!
Yingzhu gritted her teeth and became more and more angry as she looked at Qingyu's smug expression.
He Huan asked curiously: "Girl, is this delicious?"
She knew the entire production process, and looking at the dried flowers on the soap, she pursed her lips and gently sniffed the fragrance.
Qiao Shinian shook his head: "You can't eat it. Wait a month and you'll know what it's used for."
"Okay, you all go down." Mu Qingchen said.
Everyone bowed and left, no one stayed.
Mu Qingchen led Qiao Shinian to the study, spread out the paper and ground the ink: "Today's ten small characters have not been written yet, and there are still songs to play. Today is the Lantern Festival, we have to hurry to leave the house before dark."
Qiao Shinian looked at the meter-long paper, then saw Mu Qingchen supervising her like a strict teacher. She pursed her lips, picked up the brush and started writing.
After writing three sheets, she secretly glanced at Mu Qingchen and saw that he was frowning slightly. She knew that she was getting more and more anxious as she wrote, so she made several mistakes.
Unexpectedly, she is now living the life of a student in ancient times. Her handwriting was originally beautiful, but the words written with a brush cannot be compared with those written with modern pens.
So Mu Qingchen, the strict teacher, began to help her correct her handwriting and taught her the etiquette that ancient ladies learned.
She needs to recognize characters, read books, learn the guzheng and harp, master the art of tea and calligraphy, and then teach her martial arts when spring comes.
"Why don't you start writing?" Seeing Qiao Shinian looking at him eagerly without saying anything, Mu Qingchen was puzzled.
Qiao Shinian put down her pen, hugged his waist, pecked his lips flatteringly and said coquettishly: "Do you think my handwriting has improved a lot compared to a few days ago?"
Mu Qingchen picked up the first piece of paper and looked at it carefully: "Well, there is indeed progress."
"Can I write less today?" No one likes homework.
Mu Qingchen ignored Qiao Shinian's hug. He reached out and picked up the words he had just written. He bent down and crossed out five columns with a pen. "These are not written well, so you need to write more. Don't be lazy. You need to add three more sheets. Just write these few sentences. Half an hour has passed. There are still ten sheets. Don't slack off."
The person hanging on Mu Qingchen like a sloth froze. She seemed unable to believe that Mu Qingchen would be so cold-blooded and heartless, and opened her mouth to add three more.
She turned her head and looked at the words that were not much bigger than her middle fingernail, and she felt a headache.
She is twenty-one years old, why can't she escape the homework of practicing calligraphy!
"Qingchen, my hands are so sore, I can't write anymore." She hugged this unkind man and acted like a spoiled child again, stretching out her hand and waving it in front of Mu Qingchen: "Look, it's really sore."
Mu Qingchen held her hand, gently pinched her wrist and rubbed it: "Don't slack off. In poetry, everything is difficult at the beginning. When you have finished writing, you don't have to write anymore."
As he said this, he kissed her wrist affectionately, with an encouraging look on his face.
Qiao Shinian didn't give up. She shook her head and hugged Mu Qingchen tightly: "Can we not write anymore?"
"Not good." Mu Qingchen's voice was still gentle, even coaxing: "Look, you have already finished writing three, let's finish the remaining ten and complete today's calligraphy practice."
Qiao Shinian didn't give up. She kissed Mu Qingchen's cheek and said tenderly, "With a beauty in your arms, don't you want to do something?"
"I'll think about it after you finish writing." Mu Qingchen had no choice but to lower his head and kiss Qiao Shinian's forehead: "Be good, let's continue writing."
"Mu Qingchen! If I kiss you again today, I will be a dog!"
Qiao Shinian turned around, picked up the pen, gritted his teeth and continued writing.
The people who were eavesdropping outside the study shook their heads.
Qingyu squatted under the tree and sighed: "Your Majesty is really a model of being upright and incorruptible, but this cannot be used in a place like this!"
Yingzhu nodded, looked at Qingyu who was squatting beside her, remembered her disappeared Yueyin, and kicked him.
Unexpectedly, Qingyu rolled over and dodged it. He smiled frivolously and said, "Oh, little trick~, it's all left over from my tricks."
It was rare for Dianxiang to appear around them. She looked at Yingzhu who was pouting, sighed helplessly, and patted her arm.
Yingzhu turned her head and looked pitifully at the aloof Dianxiang, the meaning could not be more obvious.
Dianxiang frowned, a little hesitant.
Mo Yang and Bai Yue also shook their heads repeatedly. The people in their mansion were really worried about the prince's lifelong affairs.
"The guards around the prince can be replaced recently. Qingyu has been busy lately and can take a few days off." Mo Yang muttered in a low voice.
Qingyu's expression changed, and under Yingzhu's expectant gaze, he nodded expressionlessly.
Yingzhu quickly hugged Dianxiang and acted coquettishly silently.
Dianxiang reached out and pinched the baby fat on her face, and smiled with satisfaction.
When Qiao Shinian finally finished writing the remaining ten pages, she felt her hands cramping a little.
Mu Qingchen took her hand and massaged it very naturally. Of course, he also served tea, poured water and ground ink while she was writing.
Qiao Shinian turned his head and pulled his hand back, looking at the sky outside which was already getting dark: "I still have two songs to practice, please don't argue with me."
This little temper didn't go away until after dinner.
When the two of them left the palace to watch the lanterns on the street, Qiao Shinian still pouted and kept his distance from Mu Qingchen.
Mu Qingchen just felt that the angry Qiao Shinian looked very lovable, and he tried to hold Qiao Shinian's hand again.
Qiao Shinian dodged and snorted, "As the old saying goes, if you get something, you won't cherish it. I am not as important as a few words in your heart. I tried so hard to seduce you, but you didn't even feel moved at all!"
"No need to seduce me, my heart follows you." Mu Qingchen blocked Qiao Shinian's way and finally took her hand and placed it on his chest. "Do you feel it? It's beating because of you."
Qiao Shinian blushed and turned her head away: "Do you know what you did wrong?"
"Well, I won't punish you to write so much next time." Mu Qingchen said sincerely.
Qiao Shinian turned his head: "Really?"
"real."
The next time, I was not asked to write three pieces of paper, but only two.