Jia Zhen carefully thought about Xia Lu's pen name,
Then his eyes lit up,
He said, "I got it,
Sun?? How about it?
The sunflowers in the green garden, the morning dew waiting for the sun?? Just like the word Lu in your name,
The last sentence of this poem,
The young don't work hard,
The old age is sad,
So, read more and write more books,
Don't ask me to help you break the sentence again, "Jia Zhen shook his head,
He was the only one who could stand such a wife.
Xia Lu laughed in her heart,
Saying that she didn't work hard when she was young was sad,
Do you know,
Ningguo Province will be finished in your hands in the future, and you still have the cheek to say that,
But Sun?? It's not bad to get it. "Then Sun?? Yes, "
Xia Lu happily made her decision. Neither of them knew about it.
In the future,
Sun?? How famous was the name of the householder.
After choosing the pen name,
Xia Lu suddenly became interested. She squeezed past Jia Zhen, picked up the pen, and started to write. When she started writing, Xia Lu realized that something was wrong. She had no problem reading traditional Chinese characters now, but she didn't know how to write with a brush at all. Not only that, but she had to write traditional Chinese characters here. Although she knew it, if you asked Xia Lu to write, she only had the impression of simplified Chinese characters in her mind. Xia Lu was a little confused.
"What's wrong? You can't write it?" Jia Zhen looked at Xia Lu with interest.
"How, how is that possible? I, I'm just preparing." Xia Lu didn't want to lose face. She couldn't back down.
"Then write." Jia Zhen looked at Xia Lu with interest. To be honest, he hadn't seen this woman write yet.
Xia Lu pursed her lips and thought about it. Then she would write her name. Her name seemed to be the same in both traditional and simplified Chinese characters. Therefore, Xia Lu picked up the brush and wrote her name on the rice paper.
Looking at the two words on the paper, Jia Zhen laughed unkindly. "Woman, your handwriting is worse than that of a three-year-old child's. You want to write a story? You're making me laugh to death."
Xia Lu glared at Jia Zhen and put down the brush. Hmph, she had never written with a brush before, but she would remember Jia Zhen's mocking of her. Xia Lu looked at her handwriting. It was indeed ugly. Not to mention the strength of her handwriting, because she had never written with a brush before, it was not straight. Not to mention, when it was curved, the curve should be more smooth. It was really ugly. Xia Lu rolled the rice paper up and threw it away.
"Don't throw it away. Although your handwriting is ugly, you can still practice. This is a comparison. If you practice for a few more days and then compare, you will find that you have improved a lot." Jia Zhen bent down and picked up the rice paper that Xia Lu had thrown away.
Xia Lu looked at Jia Zhen's limping appearance as she went to pick up the rice paper. Forget it, I'll forget about the grudge of mocking me for my ugly handwriting.
"Give it to me," Xia Lu said.
"I'll keep it for you. What if you get angry and throw it away again?" Jia Zhen thought to himself. He must not give it back to this violent woman. When their child was born, he could show it to their child and let him know how ugly his mother's handwriting was. Besides, this handwriting was a weakness. If this violent woman wanted to hit him again, he could take it out.
"I won't do such a childish thing. Give it to me." Xia Lu was really angry at this time.
Jia Zhen flattened the rice paper, folded it, and put it in his arms. Then he walked to Xia Lu and said, "I'll teach you." Jia Zhen gestured for Xia Lu to pick up the brush and taught Xia Lu how to hold the brush. Then he held Xia Lu's hand and wrote down Xia Lu's name on another piece of rice paper. This time, the name was written very well.
"Do you feel it? When you write, you have to be gentle and slow. You can't be anxious. "Jia Zhen helped Xia Lu write her name. Then he helped Xia Lu write the poem" The Long Ballad ". In the green garden, the sunflowers wait for the morning dew?? If the youth does not work hard, the old will be sad.
Being taught by Jia Zhen to write beautiful words with a brush, Xia Lu thought it was quite fun. Xia Lu thought about it. She had transmigrated once, so the important thing was to learn some skills. She could forget about being a female worker. Her female worker was a mess, but her calligraphy could be practiced. After all, she was a cultured person who came from the Communist Party of China. In ancient times, she should be able to write beautiful words.
"Your handwriting is quite good." Xia Lu told the truth. She had always thought that Jia Zhen was an ignorant and incompetent playboy. There was nothing good about him. In addition, the book said that he had an affair with his daughter-in-law. Xia Lu's impression of Jia Zhen had always been stuck in the book. However, after careful observation, he actually had some good points. "Of course.
My master has nothing to say about my handwriting. "Jia Zhen was proud. When he was young, he spent a lot of effort practicing his handwriting. His master was busy at that time. Although he was busy, he did not forget to check his homework. Therefore, his master would assign him homework and let him write it on paper for him. His master would check his homework when he was free. In the beginning, his handwriting was not good, but after being reprimanded by his master twice, he began to work hard. In the end, he really practiced. His master would now complain about his poor homework, but he had never complained about his poor handwriting.
"Is that so? You're really good." Xia Lu praised him carelessly.
"Of course I'm good. By the way, don't you want to write a novel? Your handwriting is not good. I'll find my copybook for you tomorrow. You can practice according to my copybook." Jia Zhen thought to himself. Madam also used his master's copybook to practice her handwriting. Therefore, there was no problem at all if he gave his copybook to Xia Family to practice her handwriting.
"Okay." Xia Lu was helpless. It seemed that she had dug a hole and buried herself in it. Forget it. She would practice her handwriting.
Since Xia Lu said that she wanted to practice her handwriting, Jia Zhen was very attentive. Xia Lu learned housekeeping at Mrs. Jia He's place in the morning. After she came back, she could read novels and manage the Sakura Temple. Her life was very leisurely. Now, after she came back, Jia Zhen would ask her to practice her handwriting. Jia Zhen was very attentive to teaching Xia Lu how to write. Jia Zhen would ask the servant to put away the rice paper that Xia Lu practiced her handwriting. He even specially prepared two boxes to put the rice paper that Xia Lu practiced her handwriting.
These two days, Jia Zhen tortured Xia Lu a little miserably. Finally, Mrs. Jia Zhen said that she would take her to burn incense. She was finally relieved. Being stared at by Jia Zhen like this, she remembered the time when she took the college entrance examination. She simply did not dare to recall it.
Hearing that Xia Lu was going to burn incense, Jia Zhen pursed his lips. He also wanted to go, but his legs had not fully recovered. Now he could get out of bed and walk two steps. At least, he did not need the servant to carry him to the washroom. However, he still could not walk so far outside. Even if he wanted to go to the garden in the mansion, it was still impossible.
The Jia Chang Clan brought Jia Min to Ningguo Province. A group of five people set off from Ningguo Province and went to the temple. Jia Liushi, the Jia Chang Clan, and Jia Min sat in one carriage. Xia Lu and Jia Liushi, the two juniors, sat in another carriage.
Xia Lu had become familiar with Jia Liushi these days, so it was not that they did not have any topics to talk about. The three people in the other carriage had more topics to talk about.
"Later, the two of you should also invite a Bodhisattva back. That temple is very effective in praying for children," Mrs. Jia said.
"Really?" The Jia Chang Clan and Jia Min's eyes lit up.
"Isn't it? That's why I want to take advantage of the hot weather to invite a Bodhisattva back and pray properly. When the weather turns cold, I will come back to fulfill my wish," Mrs. Jia said. She invited Jia Min and the Jia Chang Clan over because she saw that the two of them did not have children. As for the Jia Wang Clan, it was better if they did not come. Now that they already had a son and a daughter, they were so rampant.
"In that case, I will also invite a Bodhisattva back." The Jia Chang Clan sighed. It was also time for her to have another child. Because of the Crown Prince, the Zhang family's life was not good. When she went back to her parents' home, her father hinted to her more than once that she should live a good life in the Jia family and not cause trouble. Now it was different from the past. The Crown Prince was muddle-headed. As the Crown Prince's Grand Tutor, Old Master Zhang had a very direct responsibility. The Crown Prince's temperament was not something that Old Master Zhang could persuade. The Jia Chang Clan thought of their father's words, which were full of worries about bad things, and understood the Zhang family's current situation. Letting her live a good life in the Jia family was also because of her father-in-law's importance in the Emperor's heart. If things really went wrong, she was afraid that her father-in-law would still be needed to save the Zhang family. In that case, her position as the grandmother of the family must be protected.
"What about Min 'er?" Jia He Shi looked at Jia Min.
"I live in Rongguo Province now, so it's not very convenient. I will invite a Bodhisattva back when I go back to the Lin family." Jia Min also wanted to invite a Bodhisattva back, but she lived in Rongguo Province now. Although Rongguo Province was her parents' home, she was a married daughter. If she invited a Bodhisattva back, it would be inappropriate for her to stay in her parents' home.
"Alright." Jia He Shi also understood Jia Min's dilemma. It was naturally inappropriate to invite a Bodhisattva back to Rong Country. It would be the same if she invited a Bodhisattva back after a few days.
Coming out to burn incense, the women were quite happy in their hearts. However, the Jia Zhen in her courtyard was not so happy. She could not even focus on reading, and her whole body was empty.
"Master, Sister Shuang 'er from Madam's courtyard is here. She said that she has something for you." Xiao Cui walked into the bedroom and reported.
"What is it?" The Jia Zhen was a little curious.
"I heard from Sister Shuang 'er that Grandma mentioned it in front of Madam. She said that she wanted to make a chair with wheels for you. When the time comes, the servants will push it to the garden so that you won't be bored to death in the room. The craftsmen just finished making it today, so they sent it over," Xiao Cui said happily.
"Help Master out to take a look." The Jia Zhen put down the book in his hand and walked out of the bedroom with Xiao Cui's help.
"Master." Shuang 'er saw the Jia Zhen come out and quickly saluted.
"This is the chair with wheels?" The Jia Zhen looked at the chair Shuang 'er brought over and asked curiously.
"Yes. I heard from Madam that this chair was first invented by Zhuge Liang. Young Master, do you want to try sitting on it?" Shuang 'er said.
The Jia Zhen stepped forward and sat on the chair. Shuang 'er slowly pushed the chair from behind. The Jia Zhen's mouth curved into a smile, then immediately returned to normal. He deliberately pretended to be calm and said, "That woman doesn't do proper business all day long. If she knew about this kind of chair, she should have told Madam earlier so that Master could go out earlier and not be bored in the room."
When Shuang 'er heard this, she silently rolled her eyes. She did not know what kind of bad luck Grandma had to meet Young Master and get this kind of chair for him. She was even complained about. If Young Master wanted to go out, he could have directly asked the servants to carry it out.
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