Qin Shisanlang was still smiling until he entered the house. At the gate of the courtyard, he happened to meet his mother and two ladies who were returning from a trip.

"What a coincidence, this time it's a coincidence." Mrs. Qin looked at her son's strange eyes and said hurriedly.

Qin Shisanlang couldn't help but chuckle. The more he thought about it, the more he wanted to laugh, so he turned around and avoided it.

"Why is Thirteen so happy?" the two ladies laughed.

"He, since then..." Mrs. Qin smiled and wanted to speak.

Qin Shisanlang turned around and shook a stack of paper in his hand, interrupting his mother.

"Several brothers at home want Mrs. Cheng's calligraphy." He said, "I begged for it."

As soon as these words came out, the eyes of the two ladies suddenly lit up.

Nowadays, the tombstones of the five people in Maoyuan Mountain have become a scenic spot. They are known as the second running script after Lanting. However, rubbings are rare because people cannot make random rubbings on their tombstones.

And the owner of this tombstone has such an identity that no one dares to meet him rashly.

I also heard that the imperial concubine wanted to ask her to teach Ping Wangshu, but she was flatly rejected.

"Chinese characters are used to express feelings, not for appreciation. Folk girls don't know how to write appreciation characters, let alone teach people to write good calligraphy." Mrs. Cheng said.

The imperial concubine was very embarrassed, but the emperor just laughed and praised the lady for being rigid but still simple, so the imperial concubine had no choice but to give up.

Even the imperial concubine has been rejected, who dares to come to the door to ask for words for viewing.

And this Thirteenth Lang of Qin actually took so many of that lady's copybooks. If he took them back, he would be able to hold treasure appreciation banquets several times.

"Thirteenth Lang, let me see it quickly."

They both surrounded her, but pushed Mrs. Qin away.

Mrs. Qin stood outside crying and laughing.

"He is my son. If he wants to give me this, it doesn't matter if my mother doesn't agree."

She said with a half-smile, which caused a lot of laughter. After finally dividing them up, Qin Shisanlang didn't dare to stay any longer, put away the remaining ones and left.

"One more thing." He turned around and said after thinking of something, "Mother picks a smart person from the kitchen and sends it to Mrs. Cheng's house."

"What to do? She is short of someone?" Mrs. Qin asked.

"No, she can teach Banqin, a cook from the Zhang family, and Banqin, a cook from the Qin family, so I will send one over as an apprentice." Qin Shisanlang said with a smile.

Mrs. Qin and the other two ladies were surprised again.

Is this okay? But what’s even more surprising is...

"Mr. Jiangzhou's cook?" they asked in unison, "She was taught by Mrs. Cheng?"

"That cook was originally Mrs. Cheng's girl." Qin Shisanlang said.

Jiangzhou...Zhang Jiangzhou, Jiangzhou fool...they are all Jiangzhou...

"No wonder!" The ladies clapped their hands, "It turns out they are old acquaintances."

"Is there anything this little lady can't do?" Mrs. Qin smiled and called someone, "Go and pick two..."

Before she could finish her words, a lady held down her arm. Seeing Madam Qin smiling, Madam Qin was furious.

"How many people do you have in your family? It's too extravagant to send two cooks." The lady smiled and held on to Mrs. Qin's arm.

"What do you mean?" Mrs. Qin asked pretending not to understand.

"I'll give you one as well." The other lady naturally reacted and reached out to grab Mrs. Qin's other arm and said first.

"Hey, I said it first!" The lady from before quit.

"You said it first, I obviously said it first!" the lady said with a smile.

"This is not nonsense!" Mrs. Qin laughed.

Seeing the women in the house arguing, Qin Shisanlang smiled and turned around to leave, but was stopped by Mrs. Qin again.

"Then the lady didn't tell me how many to send, right?" She asked with a smile, "Can three be okay?"

Qin Shisanlang turned around and smiled.

"One and a half celery is for raising, and two and a half celery is for release. She already has three and a half celery, and it will be the same for three or five more. She won't care," he said.

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Standing by the Yudai Bridge, a scholar thought for a long time and looked at the closed courtyard door here.

"We are here for a visit, why can't we go?" he said.

"This lady has no elders in her family, and she is a young lady who has not yet left the court. Then Supervisor Fan is not at home every day, how can we get in?" The person next to him shook his head and said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

The scholar took a few steps back and forth.

"I walked for five days before coming back home, and spent another five days observing in front of the tomb. I still felt that I couldn't understand the essence of it. So when I went back, I could only think about the exquisiteness of Mrs. Cheng's calligraphy every day, fearing that I would never be able to write again in this life.

"He said, "I am really unwilling to do so. Even if I ask for advice in person, I will be satisfied."

"Then Mrs. Cheng doesn't even give you the respect of a noble concubine, how can you and I get to see her? She won't even teach the prince, let alone you and me?" More people shook their heads.

Everyone present nodded.

The scholar looked miserable. He sighed and turned to leave. After walking a few steps, he gritted his teeth and turned around.

"Then you have to ask. Even if you get kicked away, it's not a worthwhile trip." He said, and strode to Cheng Jiaoniang's door amidst everyone's surprises. He seemed to be afraid that he would regret it, and he didn't even get close.

He raised his hand and slapped it on the door.

After the thud, the scholar seemed to be frightened by him and stopped motionless with his hands raised.

There was a moment of silence in front of the door.

Just when the scholar turned around and was about to run away, the door was opened.

Two tall guards with solemn expressions stood over.

"Who are you looking for?" they asked.

"Look for Mrs. Cheng." The scholar stammered.

"Who are you?" the guards asked.

"I, I am Kaiyang Zhang Wenchang." The scholar said.

"What's the matter?" the guards asked.

"I, I would like to ask my lady to teach me how to calligraphy." The scholar said.

After he finished speaking, the guard glanced at him.

The hearts of the people around are at their throats. Just drive them away. After all, they are scholars and are so polite, so they shouldn't use their fists, right?

"Please wait a moment." The guard said and closed the door.

The scholar stood stunned.

Please... wait a moment?

The others stood far enough away that they couldn't hear. Seeing that the door was closed and the scholar was as safe as usual, they all gathered around with loud shouts of coaxing.

"How about it?"

"What did you say?"

Everyone asked in a noisy manner.

Before he finished speaking, the door was opened again.

"My wife said she didn't dare to ask for advice. She is writing. If you want to see it, come in and have a look." A smiling girl said softly.

The people outside the door were immediately stunned.

Come in and take a look….

The scholar was the first to come to his senses. His body was trembling with excitement. He straightened his green shirt again and again before stepping in. Seeing him walking through the door, the people around him finally came to their senses.

"I, I want to see it too." I don't know which one shouted first.

This started, and more people started shouting.

Banqin turned around and was a little surprised, but at this moment there was a sound of footsteps on the corridor, and she quickly turned around and called "Madam."

Lady!

Everyone looked over and saw a young lady coming out.

It is unlikely that such a young person can write such words that incorporate the vicissitudes of life and the hardships of the world.

But at the same time, a thought flashed across my mind. Looking at this lady, I felt that it was exactly this kind of person who could write such words.

What a weird feeling.

The young lady stopped when she saw so many people in front of the door.

It suddenly became quiet outside the courtyard gate.

"You want to see me write?" Cheng Jiaoniang asked.
To be continued...