The Delicate Prince and His Shrewd Peasant Consort

Although Gu Rufeng once hit a hare, Liu Ye felt that since he was a scholar, he should do what scholars should do. First www.wuxiaspot.com

When Gu Rufeng wanted to go up the mountain again to hit the hare, Liu Yan refused.

"The mountain is very dangerous. We have food for the time being, so don't go up the mountain." Liu Yan said.

"Then you polish my ink, can I write?" Gu Rufeng asked.

Liu Ye nodded and agreed.

Originally, thinking that rubbing ink was an easy task, but really it was done, Liu Yan felt that it was more difficult than writing.

I first contacted ballpoint pens and carbon pens. I have never touched these things. I thought that one hand supported the chin, and the other supported the table with his arm. The gesture of holding the ink ingot should be the same as holding a brush, and you must use the strength of your arm and wrist to grind the ink together!

It seems that in ancient times, this division of labor was really detailed, but I have never heard of it. Those great writers or Wang Xizhi have special grinding.

Although people in ancient times felt that they had made a lot of trivia, she listened carefully to Gu Rufeng.

I am a serious person, no matter what I do.

"Your hand should straighten the ink ingot, hold it flat, press it lightly, and draw a circle in a clockwise direction around the ring. The speed cannot be too fast. Try to make it larger. If it is small, The quality of the ground ink is not good. "

Liu Ye nodded seriously.

"Grinding ink is a very laborious thing. Your hands will feel sour after a long time. If you are tired, you can try rubbing with your left hand, but the time for grinding the ink is longer, which can promote the smoothness of your writing skills. This is also a good thing. "Gu Rufeng said with a smile.

Liu Yan grinds ink, Gu Rufeng writes.

Looking at Gu Rufeng's vigorous calligraphy, Liu Ye sighed.

In the last life, I have seen many stories of red sleeves and sweet fragrance. The young and beautiful lady stands with a smile, rubs ink, and looks at the writing boy with affection, and the boy's eyes are gentle and a beautiful picture. .

These two people are in this situation now, but why can't I find that feeling? Liu Ye thought, it seems that modern people's evaluation of what happened in ancient times is still true. When I remember reading, the teacher once said that red sleeves add fragrance, but it is just a dream of many scholars. Difficult to achieve.

Under the blue light, the thin and lonely figure of the scholar is often present, but the beautiful lady who is willing to learn and understand the poetry and painting is not easy to find. It is because of Zhang Shengye reading that Cui Yingying came to the red sleeve The story of Hong is so intoxicating for many readers, even thinking about eager to try.

A table, a chair and a blue lamp, the moonlight is like water, and occasionally a dog barks. The scholar looks at the window alone, looking forward to the arrival of a beautiful woman. What kind of picture should it be?

Thinking so foolishly, the ink in Liu Ye's hand also forgot to move.

When she returned from her thoughts, she found out that Gu Rufeng was focusing on what she was writing, and looked sideways, only to find that he was not writing, but was painting.

The woman in the picture looks into the distance as if thinking something. Is this herself? Looking at the image, but not at all, the expression is very similar to the one who was just fascinated.

Liu Ye looked at the painting for a long time.