Her Majesty the Queen is a god in the entertainment industry

Qian Yaya took the good things, thanked her aunt's students who had been with her all day behind the scenes today, and jumped into the door.

When Qian Yiheng heard the sound of the door opening, he turned around when he was about to go to the study, and walked towards the entrance with a cup in his hand.

"I'm home!"

Qian Yaya was kicking off her shoes and lowering her head to change them, when she was startled by a sudden voice behind her, "Auntie, you don't make a sound when you walk!"

"Sorry." Qian Yiheng patted his niece on the back, turned around and saw something extra on the porch cabinet.

"What's this?"

"I made the ink sticks by myself." Qian Yaya saw Jiang Lingxi bought a few small boxes to hold the ink sticks in the studio, and she followed suit.

Since it is a gift, it must be packaged more formally.

"Give it to Auntie, aren't you running out of ink sticks for calligraphy practice? These are just the next ones. It's the first time I've done it, so maybe I didn't do it very well."

Qian Yiheng looked at the small box handed to him, and couldn't help but feel warm.

Putting down the cup, he reached out and rubbed his niece's head, "Okay, we Yaya have really grown up, and we all know how to be filial to our aunt!"

She took the box, "It doesn't matter if you don't do it well," she opened it and saw the ink stripes inside which were still faintly whitish under the light, she paused, "It's all about my heart."

She didn't intend to collect some of them in preparation, but now that she saw the real thing, she might as well collect them all.

"What is this?" Seeing that there was still a rolled rice paper on the cabinet, she reached out to get it, "What if you made it on the show? You can still take it home by yourself!"

"Wait!" Qian Yaya's heart suddenly rang alarm bells, and she wanted to take the rice paper away without thinking, but she was still a step too late.

Qian Yiheng glared at her reproachfully, and while opening the rice paper, he complained, "I haven't seen any of your works since you were a child, and I didn't laugh at you when you painted a swan as a duck. There's nothing to be ashamed of."

Qian Yaya didn't dare to reach out to grab it, the rice paper was thinner than ordinary paper, she was afraid that it would be torn accidentally.

I could only watch helplessly as the rice paper was opened.

"Huh? It's not a painting, it's a character, this character..." The rice paper was only half opened, and just as the handwriting on it was exposed, Qian Yiheng recognized at a glance that it was not written by his niece, "It's really not that good! "

Qian Yaya: "..."

She knows it!

My aunt is usually a good talker, but when it comes to her profession, she can be as sharp as she wants.

It's not uncommon to talk about crying about my own students.

The paper was completely unfolded, "What is written here, fresh clothes and angry horses, live up to youth, donate money to Yaya, Jing Huai? Is it the star you like? He wrote it? Don't tell me this is Yuan Yuan Zhao body!"

Qian Yiheng's face turned serious, and it was rare for him to call his niece by her first and last name, "Qian Yaya, you are insulting my profession!"

Qian Yaya wiped the sweat from her forehead, and explained angrily: "He actually told me beforehand that Yuan Zhao's physical training was not very good. I didn't expect him to say that he did not practice very well. It is true." It’s not very good, I thought he was being modest.”

When she wrote it out, she was almost dumbfounded when she saw it.

She has seen most of her aunt's students, needless to say her calligraphy skills.Although she herself does not focus on Yuanzhao style, the main reason is that her writing skills are not up to the mark. According to her aunt, she is not qualified to practice Yuanzhaodi, but she still has the ability to appreciate it after being influenced by her ears and eyes over the years.

The word Jing Huai wrote, she really couldn't say without conscience that this is Yuan Zhao style!
But this is what I begged my idol to write, so I can't dislike it in front of the camera.

Originally, I just wanted to take it back and hide it secretly, but my aunt saw it before I acted.

Qian Yiheng rolled up the rice paper, and she didn't want to read this word for a second, "I was thinking that one of your guests this time would know Yuan Zhaoti, and I planned to take a day to record with you Meet people on the spot. But if it’s a fame-seeker like your idol, forget it.”

Qian Yaya opened her mouth, but she didn't dare to refute.

She knows how fanatical her aunt is about Yuanzhao style, and she can be said to be a super fan of Emperor Yuanzhao.

This behavior of his own idol probably really touched the backs of his aunt.

"Okay," Qian Yiheng hesitated for a while, but still didn't throw the rice paper in his hand into the trash can directly, "It's getting late, you guys have to continue recording tomorrow, go back to the house, wash and sleep."

"Yes, yes, yes," Qian Yaya quickly nodded and bowed, "Auntie, don't be too busy, go to bed early."

"By the way, what is your procedure tomorrow?"

"I don't know yet. The director said that there will be an announcement tomorrow morning."

Back in the bedroom, after Qian Yaya washed and changed into her pajamas, she didn't go to bed immediately, but walked to her desk.

Her desk was placed against the wall, and a large poster was pasted on the wall in front of her.

The idol on the poster is wearing an ancient costume, and she really looks like a handsome young man. She only entered the circle after seeing this poster and this character.

But now for some reason, the person on the poster in front of her seems to have become unreal, and the figure that once made her so obsessed becomes thinner in her mind!
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The guests were woken up by the ringtone of their mobile phones early in the morning.

Jiang Lingxi turned over and sat up after reading the freshly released news. When she opened the door, she saw that Lu Zhengzheng and Xu Lingan had already woken up, and they were quietly packing up their things.

After a while, Tong Yue swiped her card to enter the door with her breakfast in hand. Before putting down her things, she asked, "Did the program team send a message?"

Jiang Lingxi helped her put the breakfast on the table, picked up the phone to unlock the screen and handed it over.

"It's still time to meet up before eight o'clock. Is it possible that we still have to go out on location today? Who planned this calligraphy and painting chapter? The process is getting more and more tricky!" After complaining, Tong Yue put down her phone, glanced at it and hung it in the living room I don’t want to make up my own mind about the dress, “Which one are you going to wear?”

The gray one from yesterday has been put away, Jiang Lingxi glanced at the remaining two.

I don't know if it's the characteristic of the Shanyue Zhiheng brand, or someone's preference. The colors of the three dresses are all fresh and elegant. Even the gray she wore yesterday was as light as dusk clouds. of ash.

"Just the sky blue one."

This morning when she opened the curtains, she saw that the sky outside was not as clear as yesterday, and the fog was a bit heavy, and it might rain in the next half an hour.

There will always be some psychological stickiness in rainy days. She prefers to dress neatly. This set of loose and simple sky blue top and bottom skirt makes her feel more comfortable than another white heavy embroidery dress.

Xu Ling'an was standing in front of the dress, and when he heard Jiang Lingxi say this, he took off the dress and handed it with a smile, "Sky blue, wait for misty rain?"