Book Synopsis
Book Tags
Donation Rankings
Comment
0 Comments
You May Also Like
墨書 Inktalez
"Hey, wait, I still have something to ask."
"Stop asking, let's go somewhere else to take a look." Li Ziwei pulled Song Nian's arm and walked forward, not giving him any chance to react.
In the five thousand years of Chinese history, the only female emperor was Wu Zetian. Now, in this era, there is someone similar to Wu Zetian. Song Nian was very interested in this and originally wanted to ask the boss for some gossip about the queen, but ended up being dragged out by this young scholar. Speaking of which, I didn't pay attention just now, and now he's holding my hand, and his chest is touching my arm. Why does it feel so soft?
Sensing Song Nian's arm movement, Li Ziwei felt her chest being rubbed against and quickly realized the ambiguous actions between them. She quickly distanced herself, her pretty face blushing slightly, and to cover up the embarrassment, she said, "If Master Song has nothing to do today, why not accompany me?"
The soft touch disappeared from his arm, and Song Nian felt a little disappointed. He suddenly realized that he was too foolish. It was only now that he discovered the person in front of him was a girl disguised as a boy. How mischievous! She actually pretended to be a boy and took the initiative to come and fool him.
Seeing her still pretending, Song Nian decided to continue the act with her. He opened the fan in his hand and fanned himself, saying, "Master Li, weren't you going to teach me calligraphy today? Why are you leaving in such a hurry?"
"Teacher's teaching always comes with a fee, but today I won't charge you. In return, you have to spend the day with me, how about that?" Li Ziwei said with a bright smile. The palace has been busy with the upcoming marriage proposal event, but there isn't much to worry about. The minor issues are being handled by that little girl, Yaohua. It's better to take advantage of the recent free time and relax.
"Let's go, let's go. I heard that a theater troupe from the Wa market came today. Let's go check it out," Li Ziwei said excitedly, leading the way. Song Nian followed behind him, and the two of them chatted and laughed. Shortly after they left, a big man entered the bookstore.
The boss greeted the customer with a smile and asked, "Sir, what do you need?"
The big man got straight to the point and asked, "What did those two people who just left do? What did they buy?"
"Sir, this is the guest's privacy, and I can't reveal it," although he said so, the boss made a gesture asking for a tip, showing a greedy expression.
The big man took out a few pieces of silver from his pocket and threw them over. The boss quickly raised his hand to catch them, and said with a smile, "The handsome man with a fan in his hand came to buy paper for calligraphy practice. The somewhat effeminate man who came in later came over, wrote three words with a pen, and then left without buying anything."
"What characters? Which three characters? Bring them over and let me have a look."
The boss hesitated again and said, "Sir... this is a different price..." Before he could finish speaking, he felt a sudden chill on his neck. He looked down and saw a large knife placed horizontally in front of his neck, with a line of blood already seeping out. He quickly changed his tune and said, "Sir, I was just joking. The characters are still on the table, I haven't taken payment yet. If you're interested, just take them. Consider it my gift to you."
The big man came to the table and saw the three characters on the table. He rolled up the paper, put it in his arms, and left. He was a man of the rivers and lakes and didn't recognize many big characters, but his intuition told him that this was important, so he took it away first and didn't even bother to acknowledge the boss who was already collapsed on the ground.
"Good"
The interior of the Wa She is spacious, with a simple stage in the center, surrounded by benches and tables. Song Nian and Li Ziwei reserved a private room, where they drank tea, ate melon seeds, and cheered for the acrobats performing on stage.
With a burst of lively drumbeats, a performer dressed in a bright red costume and adorned with heavy makeup appeared. She walked on a tightrope holding a long stick, with the tightrope suspended ten meters above the ground. The audience below gasped in amazement, and Li Ziwei couldn't help but tightly grip her little hand, watching the performance on stage.
Suddenly, she quickened her pace, spinning and leaping on the tightrope, each movement like a beautiful poem, leaving the audience breathless. The end of her stick was tied with colorful silk, and she began to spin the long stick, causing the silk to dance in the air like a brilliant rainbow. Her movements became faster and faster, and the silk drew perfect arcs in the air, as if painting the entire stage with a riot of colors.
The audience also cheered continuously.
"Truly worthy of Red Silk Fairy, her extraordinary skills are truly like walking on clouds."
Li Ziwei has never seen such a scene in the deep palace courtyard. Her face turned red as she continuously clapped and cheered, and Song Nian also watched with great interest.
Amidst the hustle and bustle, the performance of Red Silk Fairy on stage ended, and the audience, still wanting more, wished for Red Silk Fairy to continue. However, another artist promptly took the stage.
Li Ziwei also tasted it, exclaimed repeatedly: "That Red Silk Fairy is really amazing. Walking on that steel wire, I was sweating in my palms just watching, and she can actually dance on it."
"On stage for a minute, off stage for ten years of hard work. Today's achievements must have been the result of efforts that ordinary people don't know about," Song Nian said.
After chatting for a while, Li Ziwei remembered that he was supposed to teach him calligraphy today.
She asked Xiao Er to bring the ink, paper, and inkstone, and ground the ink lightly. After some thought, she picked up the brush and wrote a line: "With a smile, a hundred charms compete; the six palaces' powder and paint are no match." Song Nian rolled up his sleeves, took the brush handed to him by Li Ziwei, and copied it. He wrote very seriously, but the characters on the paper were very ugly, completely unlike someone skilled with a brush. Li Ziwei couldn't help but cover her mouth and laugh out loud. Song Nian awkwardly rubbed the back of his head. She sighed and wanted to reach out to teach him.
As soon as their hands touched, Li Ziwei's face turned red, as if she had been shocked. She had been taught since childhood that men and women should not touch each other. It was the first time she had held a stranger's hand, and she hadn't noticed in her excitement earlier, but now it was quite awkward.
Song Nian naturally knew what this little girl was thinking. Looking at her rosy cheeks, she was extremely cute. Thinking, "Who told you to tease me first? Then I'll tease you back once," he pretended not to know and said, "What's wrong, Brother Li? Are you feeling unwell? Why are you blushing?"
Li Ziwei saw Song Nian asking and said, "It's nothing, I just caught a slight cold, a minor ailment." Thinking, he didn't know I am a woman, it's just two men shaking hands, don't overthink it. He then reached out his hand, which was as slender as a scallion, and held Song Nian's hand, teaching him hand in hand.
Being held by the delicate and gentle Yi, Song Nian was momentarily lost in fantasy, but still studied earnestly, sitting upright at the desk, looking very tense.
"Relax," Li Ziwei patted his hand and said softly with a smile.
Li Ziwei casually said, "Master Song is really strange."
"What's strange?" asked Song Nian.
"How should I put it, in the past, the capital city always spread rumors that you were a 'Yanwang with a jade face' who killed without blinking, a crude martial artist who didn't understand romance. Why are you thinking about practicing calligraphy today?"
Song Nian said, "Rumors are all false, and gossip stops at the wise. I really understand romance," as he threw a flirtatious glance at Li Ziwei.
Li Ziwei was amused by his sudden move, and couldn't help but say, "Your gesture is exactly the same as the courtesan's today." Then he whispered, "I'm more and more curious about you."
"What?" Song Nian didn't catch the second half of the sentence, so he turned and asked.
"It's nothing. Oh, look at how you're writing crooked again. Hold the pen properly."
Comment 0 Comment Count