cool night

The next day, Bai Feng tentatively asked himself if he could not come during the day, and stayed in the side hall to continue studying the three medicine scrolls.

Mu Chenling readily agreed.

Will make a request, yes.

Mu Chenling was overjoyed and felt that this was a good development.

Then the next day, the little dark guard who was studying hard in Han Chuang still stayed in the side hall.

On the third day, Mu Chenling, who was guarding the empty pavilion alone, sent someone to deliver a bowl of bird's nest porridge, in an attempt to make that person think about others, and think of himself who was left out in the cold.

It doesn't help.

On the fourth day, Mu Chenling, who had fallen in love with each other, forced a smile, and realized that what she gave that day might not be a birthday present, but a rival in love.

Mu Chenling sighed, put down the stack of memorials on the imperial case waiting for Lin Xing, and prepared to meet that little fairy in the side hall for a while.

cough cough...

what and what...

Mu Chenling waved the palace people away, and walked to the side hall by himself, wanting to see what his little dark guard had studied these past few days, and he was so fascinated.

Mu Chenling didn't have much of a hobby of opening windows, so he naturally entered through the main entrance if he wanted to see them.

It's a pity that Bai Feng was not so obsessed that he didn't even notice someone coming in, he just bowed awkwardly and welcomed him in.

Mu Chenling wasn't really curious about what was recorded in the medicine roll, but it was just an excuse to walk around to see people, so naturally he wouldn't flip through anything casually.

It's just that the manuscripts scattered all over the case are hard to ignore.

The most memorable thing is the unique font.

Crooked, disorganized.

... a bit unsightly.

Bai Feng also realized that his handwriting was not satisfactory, so he blocked it like a cover-up.

Mu Chenling turned his head empathetically, picked up a book casually, and signaled that he would not mess around with other things, and let him do whatever he wanted.

Bai Feng breathed a sigh of relief, and continued to write...drawing.

Mu Chenling looked sideways for a while, and couldn't help closing her eyes.

After all, the Shadow Pavilion is not a private school, and the hidden guards trained will not be like Liu Yan.

Mu Chenling could predict that this person's handwriting would not be satisfactory.

I just didn't expect it to be so... It's hard to say.

It may be because of the manuscript, so I can understand it myself, and the words are a bit messy, like a child who is just entering the school.

It's just kind of... carried away.

Mu Chenling felt that Bai Feng didn't even know the difference between drawing and writing.

This person drew completely according to the characters in the book. Not only did he have no idea about the order of the strokes, but he didn't even know how to hold the brush.

Like holding a twig, or a piece of carbon.

Mu Chenling could understand that in Shadow Pavilion, writing a few words was just to convey some news. Naturally, it was mainly practical and would not teach something systematically.

Thinking of this, the feeling of helplessness and wanting to laugh just now disappeared.

Mu Chenling... felt a little distressed.

Mu Chenling walked behind Bai Feng, and leaned down: "I'll teach you how to write, okay?"

Bai Feng startled him, and subconsciously blocked the words he wrote just now.

Mu Chenling glanced at it, and couldn't help but soften in his heart.

It can be seen that he is trying to write better.

Although it is still not satisfactory, it is really better than before.

Mu Chenling smiled, reached out and took a piece of paper and covered it.

Blocked the previous unsatisfactory.

Mu Chenling taught him how to hold the pen by hand, then put his hand on the back of his hand, and gently led him to carry the pen.

"Hands must be steady..."

"Short pens are light and nimble, light entry and heavy collection; long pens should be slower, so that the written words will be more stable."

Mu Chenling took him to write a few words on the medicine roll, and then explained to him slowly.

"Nyxony, pinellia... let's not write these for now," Mu Chenling said, moving the medicine roll aside, and kept working, a word "Maple" appeared on the paper.

"'Feng'...write this, just as I said, try it yourself."

Bai Feng nodded slightly.

Mu Chenling let go of his hand and stood still behind him.

Bai Feng moved the pen jerky, feeling that the back of his hand was still a little hot.

Mu Chenling thought about it to himself.

It's obviously too stiff, but it's submissive, very soft.

Like this person, he is obviously full of defenses, but he has no defenses against himself.

Also a little soft.

Mu Chenling smiled unconsciously, and gradually cast her eyes down.

It may be that he was a little nervous about practicing calligraphy, and this person's whole body was tense.

Defined at the back waist.

I don't know how it feels.

cough……

Mu Chenling realized that he was thinking a little too far, and pulled back his thoughts.

A lot of ink has been scattered on the paper.

Beginner distribution, but seek fairness.Besides, it's just the beginning, and it's still a whim, and Mu Chenling doesn't have high demands.

It's just that Mu Chenling took a closer look, and found that it was not bad.

Just looking at the word "Maple", although it is not a masterpiece of a famous artist, it can have a little heritage anyway.

Gradually there is some taste.

"It's already pretty good." Mu Chenling poured a cup of tea for someone, "Take a rest and practice again."

The person who was practicing calligraphy before the case stopped writing when he heard the words, looked at the "Maple" character on the paper, hesitated for a moment, and said: "This subordinate still wants...to write more."

Mu Chenling smiled, and was willing to do as he wanted: "Okay, what do you want to write?"

Bai Feng looked away from the ink stains all over the paper, looked down at the cup of tea in his hand, his face was slightly red, and he spoke softly after a while.

"Chen."