Crossing the Homeland

Chapter 239

Xia Junyan simply took out a piece of paper, spread it in front of Mo Rushen, and said with a smile: "Brother Mo, I have been practicing the words you taught me to write for several days, can you take a look? "

Mo Rushen nodded steadily, but didn't speak.

Xia Junyan raised her eyebrows slightly, her gaze shifted, and she secretly took a deep look at Mo Ru.Even Mr. Chen thought it was valuable paper, but he gave it as a box, no matter how you think about it, you feel something is wrong!She also specifically asked the scholars in the town for Chengxintang paper, and she was taken aback when she asked.That's why he called him here again on the pretext of practicing calligraphy, and wanted to inquire about it from the side.

Xia Junyan picked up the pen, and a dot of ink dripped on it without paying attention, and the white paper suddenly became dizzy.

"Ah..." Xia Junyan was extremely annoyed, and looked at Mo Rushen in frustration, "Brother Mo, I... I didn't do it on purpose, how could this happen, I obviously practiced it many times."

Mo Rushen changed that piece of paper calmly, and took out another one to put on the bunk: "Just write again."

A tael of gold and a piece of Chengxintang paper were thrown away casually.Xia Junyan tried her best to stare at Mo Rushen's face, as if to find some clues from it.Unexpectedly, Mo Ru let out a slight cough, and the same cold voice said, "Aren't you going to write?"

It was only then that Xia Junyan realized her rudeness just now, her ears turned red, and she picked up the pen again and again: "Write, write..." As soon as she lowered her head, the scene just now reappeared in her mind. After the first meeting, she stared at Mo Rushen so carefully.

Handsome and aggressive.

Even if the two of them were alone, there was no trace of relaxation in him, and there was a kind of tranquility in his eyes.

Xia Junyan silently recited eight hundred times in her heart that color is emptiness and emptiness is color, and when she brushes, the first one is "color"...

Ruined!
Xia Junyan's forehead started to sweat, what the hell is she doing.Mo Rushen next to her seemed to hum slightly, Xia Junyan tried her best to maintain her composure, and continued to write the next three words - "benevolence and deeds violate".

"Brother Mo, this is a new idiom I learned, how do you think it is written?" She is so witty, Xia Junyan silently gave herself a thumbs up.

Mo Ru looked deeply at the four words shaking like an electrocardiogram, and nodded: "Very good, continue."

Xia Junyan breathed a sigh of relief.Wait, why is she relieved?It seems that Mo Rushen is here to ask him today!Xia Junyan picked up the teacup on the side and took a sip for herself, calming down for a while.

Picking up the pen again, while writing carelessly, he said: "Brother Mo, this paper is very easy to write on. Do you have any left in your yamen, or tell me where I can buy this paper." As soon as the words fell , the hand suddenly trembled, and was about to destroy a piece of paper, but unexpectedly, a big warm hand suddenly covered it, "The hand holding the pen must be steady, and the heart must be focused when writing."

The hot and humid breath rushed into her ears, Xia Junyan couldn't help shaking, and her hands were clenched even tighter.She felt that her whole body was surrounded by Mo Rushen's arms, while he was leaning over, holding her hand and writing slowly.

"Practicing handwriting is the most taboo to write one stroke and read one stroke." Mo Rushen said, "It's better to do it in one go. You always have weak wrists, so don't lift it so high."

The hands of the two were clasped together, and Xia Junyan saw her name written out stroke by stroke, and the sprouting that she had tried so hard to ignore began to creep up again.

Is it an illusion?

She seemed to really like the man behind her.

Shouldn't women in this era be a little more reserved, after writing the name, is she going to withdraw her hand?
reluctant!
The back of his hand was suddenly empty, and Mo Rushen said, "You write it yourself."

hold it...

Xia Junyan knew that she was playing with fire, but... but who could tell clearly about feelings.

(End of this chapter)