The days of eating and drinking: The Biography of the Silly Concubine

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Qing'er looked at her and thought it was funny, would she?Nine times out of ten there will be trouble.As expected, she stirred it a few times, and the water splashed all around.He also tilted his head and stirred it with his index finger, making little hands and clothes stained with ink.

"Don't do it, it will be all over your body." Qing'er took out a small handkerchief, wiped her little hands for her, and said softly, "Let Qing'er do the grinding of ink."

"Yeah. I finished it." She blinked and stared at the black water on the inkstone.

Qing'er smiled lightly, "That one can't be used yet. It's too clear." [

Suddenly, apart from the sound of the piano, there was silence all around. What's going on?Qing'er raised her eyes, and Fang found countless pairs of gazes on herself and He'er.

With Qing'er's outstanding appearance and charming smile, coupled with the sudden appearance of the two of them, it's no wonder they didn't receive much attention.

"Miss, are you participating in the competition, or am I?"

The little guy tilted his head thinking about it, and immediately said, "Of course it's me."

"Will the calligraphy and painting be written by you?"

"Yes! But I don't know how to read. The characters here are too complicated. Qing'er, you write one first, and I'll copy it later." She spoke logically, paused, and added, "I need a stroke. Come on, don't be too sloppy. The characters are messy, and the strokes can't be seen clearly."

Qing'er couldn't laugh or cry, did some people participate in this kind of literati competition without knowing how to read?Probably only she can do it.He still followed her wishes and rubbed the ink first with a smile.

This time, the little guy lay his hands on the corner of the table, staring blankly at Qing'er.

While rubbing ink, Qing'er looked into her clear eyes, a trace of satisfaction and joy flashed in her eyes.Just don't keep looking at the luthier.

Thinking of this Qing'er looking at the luthier, to tell the truth, I admire this person a little bit, after coming for so long, with his stunning looks, he is the only one who doesn't look at me directly.

Who is this pianist?Kind of want to know.

Looking back on her thoughts, Qing'er regretted again, she really shouldn't have looked at him, and brought He'er to look at him too.She was dumbfounded, ignoring him.Call out with a calm face, "He'er!"

"Well, what's the matter?" He looked back reluctantly.

"Look at my writing and learn by heart."

"Well. But I have conditions."

"What conditions?"

"You just smile and I'll watch." The childish little face was very serious.

These words made people laugh and cry, and Qing'er, who was originally stern, relaxed again.He put down the ink stick, picked up the pen, and when he was about to draw ink——

The little guy's words came down again, "Look! Qing'er looks pretty when she smiles. She's even more beautiful than the lotus on the lake." [

pretty? !The corner of Qing'er's mouth twitched.Eyelids narrowed slightly, this word is taboo.But it came out of He'er's mouth, so you can't get angry at once?