My Little Mom Is The Richest Man

Chapter 1387

Yes! Calligraphy focuses on epiphany and persistent practice, both of which are indispensable. How could it be possible to write such a word now that I have nothing at all? More than once, it was the same in Ziwei Lanyuan that time, and judging from the font, these characters were exactly the same as those written by Mu Qiu on weekdays, but…

——”Oh! Although this font is seven to eight points like an adult, it doesn’t have the chic and fortitude of an adult.”

——”Hehe! Stupid girl, calligraphy has its own way for everyone, like this thousands of worlds, on appearance, character, and even life, similar ones, but no matter how similar they are, they are not the same. There is a way, no one can learn. If you imitate with all your heart, not only will you not get what you really want, but you will lose yourself after a long time. Think about it, don’t get lost!”

It’s the dialogue between Qing Ruoshui and Mu Qiu again. Is this their past? Why does she always appear in her head for no reason? If she was previously affected by the aura of her staying in Ziwei Lanyuan, what about this moment? Does this Shuiyuexuan also have their past? But what I saw just now was clearly still the scenery in Ziwei Lanyuan, what is going on?

“Maid Wenjuan is the attendant at the dance house, please see Madam!” A tender voice rang out from the door.

“Come in!” Dance Workshop? ! What will happen if someone is sent over at this time?

After a while, an eleven or twelve-year-old girl in powder clothes walked in, and bowed respectfully and said: “Madam, the dance hall is going to rehearse the dance today: Drunk dreams Two sisters, Ning Ran and Ning Xiang, came to pick up the dance clothes.”

“That’s it? How can these two girls be so careless, such things will be forgotten, wait a minute, Ebi will come and fetch it.” Ebi said in response.

“Sister, please be slow! Sister, please take the full set.” Wenjuan stopped Ebi in time, and she nodded away, then turned back to Mingyuejun and said sweetly: “Mrs. Hui, it’s not that the two sisters are careless, they are teaching. It was temporarily ordered by the mother, and not only the dance clothes, but also all the equipment should be taken.”

“Oh? Why is it so sudden and so cautious? This full set of Zuimeng equipment is very fragmentary, how can you get it alone?” Zuimeng Dance is the dance that Qing Xu won in the last Hundred Dance Conference, and it can be described as a peerless dance. It is said that the founder of this thing is Qing Ruoshui. Since his disappearance five years ago, no one can do this dance anymore. Now Wanfang is approaching, and the host country is Qing Xu. All countries have demanded Qing Xu. This dance is the beginning of the Hundred Dance Party. It’s rare to find Qing Ruoshui today, but unfortunately I lost my memory, so the palace eagerly recruited a maid with good dance skills to accompany her to practice martial arts. Although this matter has always been valued, it has never been as grand as it is today.

“Madam does not know. Today, the emperor and queen mother brought the Qiansheng Emperor to the dance hall to review the progress of the Drunken Dream dance rehearsal. It is said that she also specially recruited sister Gu, who led the dance with Mrs. Ruoshui, to rehearse with her, so it should be more solemn. “The little girl said excitedly.

“Sister Gu? Sister Gu Lingbo who is waiting for the Empress Qiansheng Kui?”

“Yes!”

Yes, if the sights you saw in front of the lonely grave that night were true, Gu Lingbo and Qing Ruoshui wanted to have a very close relationship, but why did they have no contact with Qing Ruoshui for the past two years?

“Madam! The things are here.” After thinking about it, Gobi had already brought things and put them on the table, and the sparse dresses, jewelry and cuffs fell all over the place. She was sweating on her forehead, panting, and looking at the pile of clothes was very distressed.