Phi-Fic Chapter 122 Practice calligraphy
Chapter 122 Practice calligraphy
But how could she be lonely?
She is the most likable Bei Jingchu.
There must be many friends around her!
The emperor withdrew his gaze and shifted it back to the two tablets.
He said calmly: "The rules of the world say that children who died young cannot be buried in the ancestral tomb."
"Because they passed away before their parents, which made their parents sad, it was unfilial."
"But I think it's unreasonable. Some people always like to blame the weaker ones when something goes wrong."
"It's obvious that the parents failed to protect them, yet they asked their children to live on tenaciously."
"So I let your two brothers enter the imperial mausoleum. Those old pedants said that I disregarded the rules of our ancestors."
"It's so funny."
At this time, the emperor was not an autocratic tyrant, but a father who was sad because of the death of his child.
【Aye really cherishes every one of his children. 】
Thinking of this, Bei Jingchu was rubbed on the head again.
[Damn, my hairstyle! ]
After leaving the Buddhist temple, the gloomy aura on his body immediately dissipated.
It was as if nothing had ever happened, as if I had never missed the two deceased princes.
But in fact, it is not the case. Bei Jingchu has observed that Aye rarely reminisces about the past.
It was like he had set a time for himself, and could only be sad at that time.
The rest of the time, just be that decisive and ruthless emperor.
She reached out and grabbed the corner of his dragon robe and pulled him towards the Xuanshi Hall.
Pulled all the way back to her own bedroom.
"Aye, let me show you something good."
Bei Jingchu moved the small chair over and patted the back of the chair.
"Sitting like this will allow you to straighten your legs, so it won't be so uncomfortable if you sit for a long time."
[I don't know how Aye managed to sit for so long a day. ]
[Will I really not get hemorrhoids if I sit on my buttocks for several hours? ]
The emperor, who was a little touched, said:
He still got up and went to satisfy the rare filial piety of the leaky cotton-padded jacket.
Then he discovered a problem: "Chu Chu, Aye can't stretch out even if he sits like this."
"You can stretch out because you have short legs."
Bei Jingchu:......
[I should have known not to give it to you, hum! ]
The filial daughter Bei Jingchu still asked Changyan to make a big chair and a high table, determined to let the dog tyrant taste the beauty of the high chair.
Not to mention, after changing to a table and chair with high legs, the emperor felt much more comfortable. At least his legs didn’t get sore after sitting for too long.
His leaky little cotton-padded jacket was a rare chance to keep out the cold.
After the filial emperor got comfortable with his seat, he also gave the empress dowager a set. After receiving the empress dowager's praise, he simply changed all the seats in the palace.
The trend spread from the top to the bottom, and it became popular among officials and dignitaries, and finally spread to the people.
Because it was something that Bei Jingchu came up with, it is also called the "Princess Chair".
After knowing the name, Bei Jingchu: That’s not what I thought!
I feel a little ashamed, what should I do?
Changyan, who had originally made the chair, was now making something new.
Bei Jingchu moved her own little chair and watched from the side.
"Changyan, what are you going to do?"
Changyan stared at the hair on Bei Jingchu's head and said, "Your Highness can wear a hairpin now."
Curiously, I asked, "So you want to make a hairpin for me?"
Changyan kept moving.
"I want to make a hairpin with a sword hidden in it for your Highness. When you pull open the top of the hairpin, you can pull out a small dagger."
"That would be very handsome."
Bei Jingchu nodded in agreement: "It is very handsome, but the palace has regulations that no one except the guards can carry weapons, especially when meeting the emperor."
"And we happen to live in the Emperor's bedroom."
Changyan silently stopped her rebellious behavior and stared at the raw materials in front of her that had not yet been completed. The little girl was like a salted fish that had lost its dream.
Bei Jingchu stopped teasing her, and the child's eyes were dull.
"It's okay, it's okay. Just report it. I'll tell Aye after you finish it."
"Really?" The child was really scared.
Bei Jingchu felt a tiny bit of guilt.
"Really, really, just tell me everything you have done."
The sword hidden in the hairpin made by Changyan is not exquisite, and looks like an ordinary ebony hairpin.
The gap between the dagger and the scabbard was well hidden, fitting perfectly and looking unremarkable.
Changyan explained: "In fact, the handle can be carved, but it will not feel good when you draw the dagger, and it will affect your speed of drawing the knife."
"I feel that lethality is more important than beauty."
I always feel that Chang Yan has a very murderous aura...
Bei Jingchu inserted the hairpin into her hair like a treasure.
He must be very handsome.
Hehe, she also has hidden weapons!
But Bei Jingchu ignored the problem that her hair was not long enough, so the bun was very small.
Changyan looked at the hairpin sticking out of the princess's hair and fell silent.
It’s better not to say anything.
As long as she's happy.
Bei Jingchu wore his own hidden weapon to the school, but after finishing the lesson, the teacher looked confused.
"Your Highness has learned to read and write almost completely in the past two months, and can now go to the central hall."
At this point, he murmured in a somewhat dazed manner: "It would take others one or two years to learn this..."
"There has never been an experience where a royal heir has been promoted to the position of Grand Master after only two months of education in the Junior Hall."
"According to the rules, Your Highness must stay in Zhitang for a full year."
"If I had known that Your Highness was so smart, I should have taught you earlier. Why did I have to wait until you were two years old?"
"Alas, the only drawback is that the handwriting is too ugly."
Bei Jingchu: Sir, you don’t have to say the last word…
She looked at her own handwriting and compared it with Bei Hua's.
Okay, it's a bit ugly.
He practiced writing each character carefully and seriously.
Because she remembered quickly, she passed the test after writing it once.
"Your Highness should start practicing calligraphy today. When you are ready, you can go to the main hall."
Bei Jingchu didn't really want to practice.
The teacher said seriously: "The handwriting reflects the person. Scholars often judge people by their handwriting."
"Your Highness's handwriting is so sloppy that others will think that you are a person who does not follow the rules and acts in a sloppy manner."
Bei Jingchu said confidently: "But I am just this kind of person."
gentlemen:......
"But you should at least write it in a way that people can understand it, right?"
"Look at your handwriting, Your Highness. Apart from me, your teacher, everyone else would think you were drawing talismans."
"In fact, it is very simple for Your Highness to practice calligraphy well. You just need to pay attention to the shape."
"Jun Mo Qing's handwriting is very good, but the strength is not enough. But he is young, and his hand strength will naturally improve when he grows up."
“Even if you can’t write with force, you can still write in a graceful way.”
"Your Highness has great strength in his hands. When he writes, his hand doesn't feel weak, and the force penetrates the back of the paper..."
As soon as he finished speaking, a piece of paper was torn by Bei Jingchu.
Sir: ...there is endless energy in a day.