After coming out of Zhang County Magistrate's study, Tang Que watched Lin Xuezheng's carriage go away, and then walked home with a gift letter in his arms. When pedestrians along the way saw Tang Que's appearance, many people looked at him with kindness and laughter.

When Tang Que returned to his residence and was about to enter the second courtyard, he stopped slightly and hid the box containing the intermarriage letter behind him.

As usual, as Tang Que pushed the door and walked into the yard, Li Yingwan came out of the wing room, "I had arrived home long ago, why are I so late today?" When she said this, the woman had handed over the hot towel she had prepared long ago.

Tang Que held something in his hand and couldn't take the towel. He was afraid that Li Yingwan would see something was wrong, so he stretched out his face forward and smiled and said, "I'm really tired after doing something big now. Just wipe it for me."

The two newly bought girls were still in the countryside village, and Lan Jie'er was busy in the front yard kitchen again. There was no one in the second yard. Even so, the woman couldn't help but blush when she saw Tang Que's intimate actions, but the rippling waves in her eyes were full of sweetness and tenderness.

"This is in broad daylight...", he said something unconsciously, but the hand towel on the woman's hand had been flattened and wiped it on Tang Que's face. Every time he whipped it gently, slowly the woman seemed to be intoxicated by such warmth, and her hands became slower and slower.

Tang Que originally wanted to cover up the box in his hand, so he asked Li Yingwan to wipe his face, but he didn't expect that the woman's simple action actually evoked the deepest memory in his heart. When he was young in later generations, his aunt wiped her face every morning, right? Although it was just a flash of memories in childhood, it was enough to bring warmth.

At this point, Tang Que became increasingly unable to tell whether he had more relationships between men and women when he was with Li Yingwan, or more of the long-lasting family affection.

Although it is a simple little thing to wipe your face, the woman's eyes are already rippling when she finishes it. Things between men and women are so simple. As long as she has true love, no matter how small or ordinary things are, she can gain a lot of joy and happiness.

After the woman put away the towel, Tang Que took the opportunity to kiss her face like peach blossoms in March, "I'm hungry, go to the kitchen to see if the food is ready?"

When Tang Que heard that he was hungry, the tender and sweet woman walked out immediately. Because she was walking too fast, she forgot to put down the towel and hand brushed in her hand.

Seeing her going to the kitchen, Tang Que stepped to the west wing where the woman lived, put the exquisite sandalwood box on the dressing table, and turned to the flower hall.

The lunch meal was two meat and two vegetables, plus two sweet and salty soups. Vegetarian dishes were all seasonal fresh vegetables. In addition to the stewed lamb legs that Tang Que Vari liked to eat, the woman specially ordered a flying knife to add a dish of stewed carp. This dish was made of fresh carp, cut it into thin fish fillets with a quick knife and then dipped it in seasoning soup to eat it raw.

Tang people's diet particularly emphasizes the word "fresh". This dish is really a famous dish in Jiangnan. The Gao family deserves to be a good hand of tea and rice. It cuts the fish fillets very thinly, which is very beautiful. Although the poisonous widow really likes this dish, Tang Que only took a bite and did not move the second chopsticks. The stomach and intestines developed in later generations were really helpless. He really had no favoritism for this sashimi.

"After the meal, I told the Gao family that the meat would be cooked before eating." After giving a casual instruction from Sister Lan, the woman saw that Tang Que was picking up the rice grains that fell on the table next to the bowl, and hesitated for a moment and said softly: "Acheng, you really don't have to do this."

Tang Que fed the Mi Lier that fell on the table into his mouth and smiled and said, "It's nothing, I'm used to it."

What I eat now is Wuxing rice transported from Jiangnan West Road. This rice is crystal clear and white. It is also known as "crystal" in the Tang Dynasty. It is many times better than the yellow brown rice that Tang Que ate at home. Even if it is such yellow brown rice, it will take ten days and a half months to eat it. After all, in mountainous areas like Yunxi, it is mainly wheat-producing. If there is no paddy field, it depends on spending money to eat rice. How many people in the farmers are willing to spend this money? After experiencing such a sun and moon, Tang Que, who was born in a well-off family in the future, is now reluctant to waste a grain of rice.

Tang Que had a meal soon. After finishing his meal, he didn't wait for Li Yingwan and the others. He arrived at the study room a few days ago, and then went home. Not only did he delay a lot of his studies, but he stopped practicing calligraphy. He couldn't help but feel a little anxious.

If we just talk about these things, what caused Tang Que the most headache was the practice of painting skills. Because of his busy days, he had never been to Tianfu Temple again. When he went there last time, the old monk Chengning explained to him the general theory of the "Six Methods" based on the "Collection of Ancient Paintings" by the painting master Xie He of the Six Dynasties. He originally agreed that the next homework should be the entry-level skill of learning the outline of the powder book. This delay of more than ten days really made Tang Que feel a little embarrassed to think of the old monk.

He is such a bad student!

"I have to take some time to go to Tianfu Temple in these two days." Tang Que smiled bitterly and shook his head. He wrote two lines of verses on the paper on the desk while grinding ink and picking up the pen:

Diligence can make up for shortcomings is a good lesson, and hard work can make up for one's talent!

Although these two lines of poetry are vulgar, Tang Que is indeed deeply rooted in his heart and then in his pen. Perhaps it is precisely because of this naturalness that is not tempted by the mind that these two lines of words are better than those written before. Tang Que was also surprised after finishing his pen.

After carefully looking at the fourteen words, Tang Que took a piece of paper from his desk. The brush calligraphy he practiced in front of the city a few days ago. He saved it specifically for comparison and self-checking of progress.

After comparing these two words, the difference came out. The word I just wrote was more than one point higher than the one I had in the previous few days. After Tang Que compared the two words carefully, he was so happy that he took Zhong Yao's "Showing the Post" on his desk.

Zhong Yao is known as the ancestor of regular calligraphy. In the history of calligraphy, he is called "Zhongwang" together with the saint of calligraphy, Wang Xizhi. The biggest artistic feature of his calligraphy is that he has both rigidity and softness, his calligraphy style is simple, his writing is natural and his artistic conception is dense and profound.

Of course, the calligraphy in Tang Que in front of him has nothing to do with the artistic style of Zhong Shu. After all, the artistic style was only available after the great success of calligraphy. Tang Que is still far behind. However, although the artistic style is not reliable, the composition structure and brushstrokes of each character have some similar meanings, at least overall, it seems that he already has the flavor of "eight-point regular script" created by Zhong Yao.

After nearly a year of hard practice, Tang Que finally reached the verge of breaking through the first step. As long as this level can be successfully broken through, it means that he will move from "replicating form" to a more difficult "meaning" until he finally fully grasps the essence of Zhong Yao's calligraphy.

While Tang Que was carefully summarizing the words he had just written, with a burst of rapid footsteps outside the study, Li Yingwan ran in with the box, saying that the distance between the same courtyard was not far, but because she ran too fast, she was a little breathless.

Because she didn't want to disturb Tang Que in the study, the woman went back to the west wing after lunch. It was noon, and she had just eaten and was a little drunk. She was originally very lazy, but after accidentally seeing the brocade box on the dressing table, her lazy body was suddenly stunned, and then became tense, and the sleepiness that had just woken up also instantly dissipated cleanly.

There were four men in the past and after, although they were all in name but not real, the woman was so familiar with this unique gift letter that she could not be more familiar with. She naturally knew that the box contained a marriage letter.
Chapter completed!