Chapter 344
Playing chess and playing the piano were not suitable, and King Zhao thought that he had not found the right method.
"I will teach you calligraphy. It's not difficult!"
King Zhao's unyielding spirit was aroused, and he was determined to teach Ji the same thing.
"This is good!"
Ji Yunqing's eyes lit up, and she praised him: "Your Majesty, I also like writing and practice it often!"
Although he didn't practice every day, he wrote every few days. Anyway, he had nothing to do on weekdays, so Ji Yunqing was happy to give himself an advantage.
Just imagine, in the future she will have beautiful handwriting, and just a few strokes of her pen will shock the world and draw a lot of praise. How wonderful it would be!
This wave has to be big!
The piano table was removed and replaced by a desk.
Ji Yunqing stood in front of the desk, holding a brush in his right hand, and concentrated his energy on his dantian.
Looking up at the alert eunuch Shi who refused to leave, she said to him, "Eunuch Shi, come over here and give me some fragrance!"
King Zhao's captivating gaze instantly fell on Eunuch Shi.
"Red sleeves add fragrance?"
Eunuch Shi was just about to step forward in a daze, but suddenly he shuddered all over.
"No, I will not add fragrance to your life."
Ji Yunqing was confused: "Ah? You don't know how to grind ink?"
This shouldn't be the case. Didn't King Zhao write a short essay?
Eunuch Shi almost knelt down in front of her: "Just grind it, why are you talking about red sleeves adding fragrance?" Which sleeve of his can be called a red sleeve?
"Don't red sleeves usually grind ink? I didn't say anything wrong, did I? Why are you reacting so strongly?"
It can't be about making love in the study, right?
Ji Yunqing muttered to herself until Eunuch Shi had ground the ink, wiped the sweat from his forehead and quickly left. Only then did she slowly walk forward, dipped her hand in the ink and began to write.
She wrote an excerpt from the Three Character Classic.
When showing it to King Zhao, Ji Yunqing was quite satisfied.
"Your Highness, I feel like my calligraphy has improved a lot. How about letting me write the Spring Festival couplets outside our mansion during the Chinese New Year?"
For a moment, King Zhao looked at the words that he could barely recognize, and he was about to praise them with a pinch of his nose, but he was completely unable to utter them.
"Ji, in my opinion, your handwriting has a lot of room for improvement. Don't be too anxious. Just practice more."
Although it was not a sight to behold, at least she could recognize the words and write them.
At least it’s better than playing chess and playing the piano, right?
"All right!"
Ji Yunqing was not disappointed either. She made a compromise and said, "Let me write the Spring Festival couplets for the prince's courtyard."
King Zhao chose to fool around: "We'll talk about it when the time comes."
Ji Yunqing took the opportunity to ask King Zhao to tell her how to write beautiful calligraphy.
This is a rare opportunity to have someone teach you, and the teacher is very good at that. How could Ji Yunqing miss this opportunity?
She listened carefully, nodded from time to time, and then practiced it herself. Sure enough, she learned a lot of practical writing skills.
When she looked at King Zhao again, her eyes were much more attentive and her brows were softer.
She just served tea and water without King Zhao's reminder, and even asked King Zhao with concern whether he would tear the wound when writing.
If she can't do it, then show her how to write a few more words so she can take them home and practice them.
King Zhao was very pleased that Ji was sensible and cared about his wounds.
With such a diligent and studious little apprentice, King Zhao did not hesitate and ordered Eunuch Shi to bring the calligraphy practice copybook he had written.
Although Ji is useless, she still loves to study.
Ji Yunqing was particularly happy holding the calligraphy practice copybook.
"Thank you, Your Majesty. I will definitely practice hard!"
Seeing the woman's eyes and eyebrows suddenly brighten up, King Zhao's heart moved and his voice became a little hoarse.
"come over!"
Ji Yunqing held the calligraphy in his hand and approached blankly: "What's wrong, Your Majesty? Is there a character you can't write?"
Could it be that if the prince can't do it, she can write it?
Or add pinyin?
King Zhao: "...I know how to write!"
How could a mere three-character classic stump him?
"If it's not that I can't write, what else could it be?"
Ji Yunqing was even more confused.
"This king wants to... forget it!"
Looking at the stupid-looking woman in front of him, King Zhao had no idea what he was thinking about just now.
With such a stupid woman, his child must be a fool, right?
Ji Yunqing didn't go to the front yard by climbing over the eaves or walls, so it was inevitable that someone would see her.
The women in the mansion soon found out the news that Ji Yunqing was called away by the prince and even stayed in the front yard and had not returned yet!
What is even more difficult to hide is the part where Ji Yunqing plays the piano, which is so loud and clear that it can be heard like thunder.
Concubine Lou was playing with a rattle to tease the child. When she heard what the maid said, the rattle in her hand instantly fell on the child.
He muttered to himself, "The prince... the prince has gone crazy?"
So it was Ji Yunqing playing the piano, how could the prince dare to listen?
The maids in the room all lowered their heads, not daring to listen to their master's irresponsible words about the prince.
The situation in other courtyards was similar. No one thought that Ji Yunqing was taking the opportunity to play the piano to win favor. They all thought that this was another silent assassination.
Ji Yunqing sneezed twice in a row and rubbed his nose: "Who is secretly scolding me behind my back?"
At this time, she had finished practicing calligraphy. King Zhao heard that she could also dance, so he asked her to dance.
King Zhao thought to himself, as a human being, she can't be completely clueless, right?
Could it be that dancing is my strong point?
Ji Yunqing didn't bother to be polite with him and said that she could dance and asked King Zhao to accompany her.
King Zhao readily agreed.
So, Ji Yunqing performed a piece on the spot openly and confidently.
After the dance, Ji Yunqing looked towards King Zhao, his face full of requests for praise.
"My Lord, have I improved in dancing?"
King Zhao remained silent.
It is difficult to evaluate King Zhao.
King Zhao looked at Ji's urging expression and finally spoke.
"Ji, when you were in the boudoir... Did the Ji family hire a monkey to teach dancing? Why not hire a human being?"
Ji himself: "..."
Ji Yunqing thought for a long time and finally found a suitable excuse to save his reputation: "Your Majesty, to be honest, I am dancing the monkey dance."
"is it?"
King Zhao also said dryly: "That's quite vivid, and it even brings out the action of catching lice."
Ji Yunqing regretted in her heart that if she had known earlier that she would learn acrobatics, maybe she could have found another way.
She felt she had to do something to win back the game.
"My Lord, I can sing. Let me sing a little song for you!"
After he finished speaking, he started talking without waiting for King Zhao to refuse.
After singing a few lines, all the imperial doctors were called in.
Everyone said politely: "Your Majesty, you should rest quietly."
"Concubine, the prince is seriously injured now, it is not appropriate to make him more injured."
Some even said bluntly: "Your Majesty, aren't you afraid of having nightmares at night after hearing this?"
Ji Yunqing:...What do you mean?
What does "do these" mean?
Didn't she just sing a song?