The difficulty of this mission wasn't based on its name.
In Li Chen's impression, Yaya's real name was Li Ya, but he had always called her by her nickname.
Li Chen first wrote Yaya's real name on the paper in regular script.
" Yaya, read it with me. This is your real name, Li…Ya…" Li Chen patiently moved his finger across the three words, pausing for a moment before and after, trying his best to reduce the difficulty.
"Li…"Ya," Yaya repeated in a childish voice.
Li Chen secretly smiled. Although Yaya's pronunciation was not standard, she had learned it seriously.
After repeating it a few times, Yaya was able to pronounce the word very clearly.
When Li Chen was teaching Yaya to read the name, Si Zi also followed behind him. Li Chen picked up the purple brush again and wrote three big words in the same way:
Li Mingda.
Princess Jinyang, formerly known as Li Mingda, milk name Si Zi.
"This is my name, Li…Ming…Da.”Si Zi happily read it out. Her voice was standard to begin with, and for a moment, Yaya was envious.
"Can rhinoceros children write their own names?”Li Chen asked with a smile.
In Li Chen's impression, Princess Jin Yang had already shown talent in calligraphy at this age. In the following years, she was good at calligraphy, especially the Flying White Book.
The Flying White Book was also known as the " Grass Seal ".
This kind of writing method was special. Because some of the strokes were like a bird's head and swallow's tail, and also like a bird's head and phoenix's tail, the horizontal and vertical strokes were white, and the flying strokes were white. It was dry and moist, and it seemed to be made of dry brush, so it was called Flying White Book.
Li Er had a unique understanding of the Flying White Book. Under his careful teaching, the Flying White Book written by Princess Jin Yang was almost as good as Li Er's.
"Not yet." "But Imperial Father has already promised me that if I get better, he will hire the most famous calligrapher in the Tang Empire to tutor me."”
The most famous calligrapher of the Great Tang?
Li Chen slowly recalled that the most famous calligrapher of the Zhenguan period, the person mentioned by Princess Jin Yang, was Ouyang Xun, one of the four masters of regular script?
Of course, according to his age, Ouyang Xun should be over sixty years old.
"Daddy's handwriting is the best." Yaya said indignantly.
"You can't be competitive when it comes to writing.”Li Chen didn't dare to casually compare himself with Ouyang Xun, so he instructed,""Daddy will teach you how to write your name now. As long as you put in the effort to learn, you will definitely be able to write it very well.”
Li Chen carefully held Yaya's tender little hand and noticed Si Zi looking at Yaya with envy. Li Chen said with confidence and modesty,"
"If Princess wishes to learn, I won't hide my talent. Perhaps I'm a little inferior to the famous calligraphers of the Great Tang, but I shouldn't be so bad as to mislead the students.”
"Thank you for your guidance." Si Zi hurriedly said happily.
Li Chen smiled and waved Yaya's little hand as he focused on teaching.
Very quickly, Li Chen realized where the problem lay. The purple brush was as thick as an adult's index finger, and its weight was not light either. How could Yaya possibly hold it?
This was the difficulty of teaching Yaya how to write.
It wasn't because of her talent, but because she was too young. If she had used an ordinary pencil, she wouldn't have to struggle so much.
Sure enough, after Li Chen wrote it twice with Yaya, Yaya asked Li Chen to let go and try it herself.
Li Chen let go of his hand. Yaya imitated Li Chen's grip and held the purple brush with difficulty. The first stroke was crooked.
When she finished writing, Yaya let out a long sigh, as if she had just moved a huge rock.
"Phew!"
Looking back at this horizontal line, it was no different from a wave.
"Why is it so difficult to write?”Yaya pouted and said aggrievedly.
On this day, the weather was dark and hot. Even the simplest horizontal line was written unevenly, and she was annoyed.
Seeing this, Li Chen couldn't help but laugh.
"Okay, okay, okay. Yaya, put down the pen.”However, he wasn't in a hurry to complete the task. He took the purple brush and took out a handkerchief to wipe the sweat off Yaya's forehead. He comforted her gently,""This is the purple brush used by Daren, not Yaya, so it's very difficult.”
Si Zi, who was standing at the side, wanted to take the purple brush and try it out, but after hearing Li Chen's words, he immediately understood and stood at the side.
"There is also writing practice. Other than personal talent, it is important to pay attention to the fact that dripping water can penetrate stone. It also requires daily practice.”After Yaya calmed down a little, Li Chen continued to teach,""Before you learn how to write, you can cultivate your appreciation of brush strokes."
"Dad, what is the level of appreciation of brush strokes?”Yaya was puzzled.
"Yes, I often hear my father praise other people's calligraphy, but I've never heard him talk about appreciating brush strokes.”Si Zi immediately became interested.
Li Chen smiled mysteriously and did not answer. Instead, he dipped the purple brush into the ink and wrote a long poem on the raw rice paper:
They all want to fly, want to climb the blue sky to catch the bright moon.
The purple brush spun, and a long line of poetry flowed smoothly without any pause.
Li Chen looked at his own work and nodded his head in satisfaction. Although he had borrowed Master Green Lotus 'famous poem," Farewell to School Bookkeeper Uncle Yun in Xuanzhou's Xie Lou," his calligraphy skills were really surprising even to himself.
He would never have thought that he would be able to write such calligraphy one day.
Yaya and Si Zi looked at the long poem on the paper. Although the two of them didn't understand or appreciate calligraphy, they felt that it was inexplicably beautiful, like a magnificent painting.
At the same time.
Outside the courtyard, the three of them suddenly arrived.
Li Er was in the middle, and Zhangsun Wuji and a 60-year-old man were walking on both sides. Naturally, there was no need to announce their arrival.
"Looking at the dark clouds in the sky, I'm afraid there will be heavy rain today. Your Majesty really loves his daughter.”At this moment, the 60-year-old man raised his head and looked at the sky. As soon as he finished speaking, muffled thunder rumbled.
"Rumble!"
Looking at the courtyard again, amidst the thunder, the young man in the long robe coincidentally put down the purple brush. Just the momentum of the brush actually had a shocking feeling of cutting through the sky.
(The second chapter is coming. It's another big chapter of more than 2,000 words. Tipping. With everyone's full support, writing can be happy.)）
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