After I was reborn, I became the queen mother by fortune telling

Chapter 184 Holding Your Hand Can Teach You How to Write

"Oh! Cousin, your writing paper is dirty!" Han Yaoqin's eyes were sharp, and she noticed that the paper in front of Han Hui was dripping with a large amount of ink.

Han Hui looked down, and sure enough, this piece of paper with written characters was useless.

She removed the paper casually, and spread a new one.

"Minnv rewrite one. Your Majesty, let's take a look at Jiang Guiren's handwriting." Han Hui suggested.

This is because Jiang Guiren didn't write a word.

Mu Qingyuan walked up to Jiang Yu, looked at the white paper on her desk, and looked at her pitiful face.

"Jiang Guiren still can't think of anything to write?"

"The concubine can't think of it, and she can't write well." Jiang Yu replied pitifully.

Han Yaoqin said first: "If you can't think of it, just write the name! Like me, how well you write!"

"Yaoqin, starting tomorrow, I want you to write a hundred characters every day, and you won't be allowed to sleep if you don't finish writing. Every day your writing will be sent to my palace, and I will only count if I have read it."

"Ah?" Han Yaoqin was stunned on the spot.

"You are the princess, and there are many places to write in the future. No matter what, you still have to practice hard."

"Okay...Okay!" Han Yaoqin secretly glanced at Mu Qingyuan, "Brother Emperor, what you promised me just now, about going out of the palace..."

"The better your handwriting is, the sooner I will arrange it." Mu Qingyuan held back a smile and said.

"Ahh! I'm going to write it right away! Today's share! Start counting from today!"

After finishing speaking, Han Yaoqin rolled up her sleeves, walked to her desk, and really started to write seriously.

Shaking his head slightly, Mu Qingyuan turned his attention to Jiang Yu again.

"Jiang Guiren still can't write?"

Jiang Yu was thinking about how to write so that she could be a little bit better than Han Hui next to her, and not so outstanding.

Mu Qingyuan smiled slightly: "Since Mrs. Jiang doesn't know how to do it, let me teach you!"

Jiang Yu looked at the pen on the pen stand, and felt amused.

I have been practicing calligraphy since I was a child, whether it is Liu style or European style, I have reached the point of perfection, and even my master praised my calligraphy as better than painting.

Even if Mu Qingyuan's handwriting is not bad, it's not enough to teach herself, right?

But since he said he would teach, let him teach.

Who told Mu Qingyuan to be a good teacher to the emperor!

Jiang Yu stood up, moved the chair behind her to one side, and stood on the side herself, taking a seat for someone else.

"What are you doing so far?" Mu Qingyuan asked her inexplicably.

Jiang Yu was even more inexplicable than him: "Didn't the emperor teach his ministers and concubines to write?"

"Yes."

"The concubine gives up her position so that the emperor can come and write."

A mysterious smile suddenly appeared on Mu Qingyuan's face.

"No need. Stand up and write."

Jiang Yu looked at Mu Qingyuan suspiciously, and he gave Jiang Yu a positive nod.

So Jiang Yu stood back again, added some water to the inkstone, picked up the ink stick, studied the ink for a while, then picked up the brush, and dipped it in the ink.

She had just set her posture and was about to write when she suddenly felt something was wrong.

Rather than saying that something was wrong, it was better to say that she felt something strange behind her.

It seems that there is some source of heat close to him, it should be - a person?

Before Jiang Yu could react, someone grabbed her right hand holding the pen!
Jiang Yu was startled, and twitched her hand violently.

However, her hand was tightly held, and she tried hard, but she didn't pull out her hand. Instead, because she lost her strength, the top of her head hit the chin of the person behind her.

"hiss……"

She heard the man take a slight breath of air above her.

"Jiang Guiren's strength is not small."

This is a joke from Mu Qingyuan.

Jiang Yu's face instantly turned blood red.

She could feel Mu Qingyuan's temperature behind her, because he was almost touching her body, and the breath of his breath, because his head was right on top of her own.

"Sorry...I'm sorry." Jiang Yu became a little nervous for the first time, "Does it hurt?"

"It hurts a lot." Mu Qingyuan grinned.

Jiang Yu stretched out her other free hand, wanting to caress his chin that she had bumped into, but stretched her hand half way, suddenly felt that the situation was a bit weird, so she quickly retracted it.

"The emperor please forgive the concubine's crime of rudeness." Jiang Yu tried her best to calm her voice, "So the emperor can let go of the concubine's hands now?"

"Huh? Didn't Jiang Guiren say that you want me to teach you how to write, and now I am teaching Jiang Guiren how to write!" Mu Qingyuan asked back in surprise.

Jiang Yu's eyes fell on the big hand that was holding his right hand tightly, and the warmth from his palm was transferred to her own hand, a bit like a cluster of small flames, which made Jiang Yu's heart feel a little flustered.

Mu Qingyuan...he doesn't like women, so don't be nervous.

Jiang Yu told herself so.

I seem to be too nervous.

Even if I spent the night in the same room with this man in my previous life, I could still sleep peacefully, and I didn't care if the man was awake or asleep, whether he was wearing clothes or not.

Occasionally, because of fetching items or by coincidence, the two of them would get closer. I have never been so nervous as now.

Jiang Yu tried her best to take a few deep breaths, and suddenly heard Mu Qingyuan's light laughter from above her head, followed by a light cough to cover up the laughter.

Jiang Yu felt a little annoyed, was she playing with herself?

"Your Majesty can teach you if you want to, my concubine is ready." She said lightly.

The fingers holding her right hand tightened slightly, and Jiang Yu frowned.

"The first step is to hold the pen tightly." Mu Qingyuan said faintly in her ear.

This sentence is true.

Learning to write, the first lesson, the master will teach.

But it was my own fingers gripping the penholder.

It wasn't your Mu Qingyuan's fingers that clenched my hand.

Jiang Yu thought to herself.

The palm of his hand was warm and dry. Slowly, Jiang Yu's fingers relaxed, let him hold it and hold it!
"Then...Jiang Guiren wanted to write his own name, right?" Mu Qingyuan pondered.

He suddenly realized that he didn't seem to know Jiang Guiren's name.

It never occurred to him to ask, and no one told himself.

When it was canonized, he just stamped the jade seal on the treasure book, and didn't pay attention to the names of those women at all.

Mu Qingyuan suddenly felt a little embarrassed.

However, it is still necessary to ask.

"Jiang Guiren, what is your name?"

Close to Jiang Yu's ear, he asked in a very low voice.

Jiang Yu felt itching in her ears, and some warm breath sprayed on her earlobe, she avoided it unconsciously, and replied angrily: "The emperor doesn't even know the names of his concubines, how can he teach his concubines to write What about the name?"

"It's my fault. But you tell me now, and I'll remember."

It's strange that Mu Qingyuan would take the initiative to admit his mistake?
Jiang Yu couldn't help looking up at his expression, his face was really sincere.

(End of this chapter)