Reborn on the wedding night, the regent princess said she knew she was wrong

After Yun Qingluo took a walk, she felt that her digestion was almost complete, so she asked Mo Beichen to go about his work.

Mo Beichen insisted on sending her to the Queen's Palace before returning to his imperial study to review the memorial.

Yun Tao and Yun Xin came out to welcome them, "Your Majesty, you are back. Your Highness the Crown Prince and the Princess have already taken a nap. Do you want your Majesty to take a nap too?"

Yun Qingluo shook his head, with a bit of excitement on his face.

"Yuntao, Yunxin, prepare pens, ink, paper and inkstones, I'm going to do something big." Yun Qingluo shouted as she walked to the study.

Although Yun Tao and Yun Xin looked curious, they still followed Yun Qingluo's instructions and found suitable brushes for painting.

Yun Qingluo stood in front of the table, looked at the rice paper spread out, took a deep breath, and exhaled slowly.

About to start a new career, Oli gives!

Yun Qingluo solemnly picked up the brush and drew the movements of the characters on the paper based on the eighth-quarter radio gymnastics that she was familiar with.

After a few strokes, Yun Qingluo frowned and looked at the people on the rice paper.

Something doesn't seem right.

Xiao Yi happened to be out for a walk, and when he saw the pattern on the rice paper, he was stunned, "What are you doing? Designing a good-looking look for the poison?"

"Tsk, tsk, tsk, isn't this too eye-catching? You can give it a beautiful appearance. You are poisonous at first glance, and no one would dare to take it."

Yun Qingluo shook her head slowly, "Bullshit, this is a radio gymnastics diagram."

Xiao Yi seemed to be stuck.

"What, what is this? Broadcast gymnastics diagram? Don't tell me, the person you drew twisting into a twist is a human being?"

Yun Qingluo was unconvinced, "This is human. Don't overestimate love, but also underestimate the flexibility of the human body, okay?"

Xiao Yi was shocked, "Sister, your head has been turned to your back. Are you sure this isn't a practice of Cha Qi?"

Yun Qingluo said, "Really? It's obvious that he's tilting his head!"

Xiao Yi exclaimed, "Your hair is clearly in the front, so your face must be in the back."

"And this one, oh my God, what the hell are you doing? You stand like a pine tree, not an onion. Why do you still have a beard?"

"Ah, this, that, isn't it a green onion? I remember that my deskmate brought a green onion. It was quite delicious. Unfortunately, I came from an orphanage and had no money to buy it. I regretted it for a long time."

Xiao Yi was silent.

The atmosphere has been heightened to this point. Does it want to cry with her?

Yun Qingluo didn't care, "It seems a little difficult. It's okay. I'll practice again. Maybe I'm a hand-study and can't draw with calligraphy."

Yun Qingluo continued to write and write unwillingly.

Xiao Yi found it annoying and had already gone into hiding to study medical books.

Yunxin went to Zeyan and Qianyue's place in the afternoon to play with the two children.

Yun Tao came in midway to serve Yun Qingluo tea. When she saw Yun Qingluo's painting, she almost couldn't help but throw the teapot away.

"Empress, what are you doing?" Yuntao's eyes widened.

Yun Qingluo glanced at her lightly, then lowered her head and continued to paint seriously.

"Can't you see? I'm painting."

Yuntao was shocked, "Huahua?"

Here, throw a kitten up, put some pen and ink on its paws, and you can make plum blossoms.

Princess, what is this painting?

Yuntao looked at it for a long time, but she couldn't figure out what these crooked lines were. She just felt her eyes hurt a little.

No, she had to go find the Crown Prince and the Princess to wash her eyes quickly.

Yunxin left without calling her.

After Yun Qingluo finished painting the last stroke in her hand, she raised her head excitedly, "Yuntao, look at what I painted..."

"Hey, where is the person? Wasn't he still standing here just now? Why did he disappear in the blink of an eye?" Yun Qingluo scratched her face in confusion.

The ink in his hand left a few marks on his face, like a little cat.

Yun Qingluo didn't notice it at all.

He looked down at the masterpiece in his hand, "Well, I think it's very vivid. Raise your hand, punch, bend, recover, kick. Can't you tell it at a glance?"

Xiao Yi complained silently, "I guess only you can understand it."

Yun Qingluo rubbed her sore wrist and cheered herself up, "Come on, there are still a few more moves and it will be fine."

When Yun Qingluo finished painting the last stroke, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Well, the painting is finally finished."

She mainly drew two sets of exercises, one was the eighth period broadcast gymnastics, and the other was the Chinese magical martial arts exercises.

She felt that martial arts might be more popular with everyone.

First of all, there are military commanders taking the lead. As for the broadcast gymnastics, the group of civil servants are all men, and they probably won't be able to do such jumping and jumping movements.

So they may also follow the generals in choosing this martial arts exercise.

Speaking of martial arts, she can come up with Tai Chi again later.

I'm sorry, eighteen generations of ancestors, ancestors and martyrs.

Little girl, this is to benefit the people, so I am carrying your masterpiece.

Since we are civilized, we have the responsibility and mission to spread civilization.

She remembered that she had learned in politics class that it was her mission to carry forward the fine traditions of the Chinese nation.

She is trying hard.

After Yun Qingluo convinced herself, she thought about what else to move over without any psychological pressure.

But over and over again, it seems that there is only that knowledge.

She had to sigh, what the instructor said was very reasonable. Except for the things you learn in your mind, you can't take anything else with you.

Yun Qingluo lowered his head and continued to draw on the paper, recalling how to play Tai Chi.

Mo Beichen walked in.

Mo Beichen was still wondering why he couldn't wait for Luoluo's Lanzhou Ramen in the Imperial Study Room.

Finally he couldn't help it, put down the piles of memorials, and came to Chengqian Palace to see Luoluo, but he saw that the palace was very quiet when he entered.

All the way to the study room, I saw the figure I had longed for.

Mo Beichen frowned, why was there no one to serve him?

Yun Qingluo was so absorbed that she didn't even notice Mo Beichen approaching.

"Hold your knees and walk, hold your knees... Hey, what's this like...bend your elbows and start walking... Oh, Ah Chen, I didn't hit you, did I?"

Yun Qingluo was sketching a three-dimensional view in his mind and couldn't help but follow it.

As soon as he raised his elbow, he was blocked. When he turned around, he saw Mo Beichen standing next to him.

Mo Beichen shook his head, reached out and took Yun Qingluo's hand, took out a handkerchief, moistened it with tea, and wiped Yun Qingluo's right face.

I saw that the handkerchief was stained with ink.

Mo Beichen smiled lightly and said, "What are you doing? Why do you make yourself look like a little cat?"

Yun Qingluo didn't understand at first why Mo Beichen was wiping her face with tea.

When he saw the ink on the veil, there was a hint of embarrassment on his face.

It was a bit stupid.

However, Yun Qingluo's high-spirited fighting spirit and lofty ambitions still filled her with excitement.