Chapter Three, everything else is trivial.

The poetry society is not far from Zhongyang Street, located at the forefront of a long hutong. Although the bright moon often visited last month, it has been almost half a month since then, and the poetry society feels like it has undergone many renovations. She hesitated a bit at the door, unable to take another step for a long time.

When she steps out of the boudoir and sees the light of day again, what she naturally wants to do is to go out. However, this time she dressed up as a man. Manchu women in the Qing Dynasty were not like Han women, most of them were rarely seen outside. Mingyue, after all, was an unmarried girl, so she presented herself as a man. However, given her personality, she would never pretend to dress up just because she was afraid of gossip. She had her own purpose.

Just as the two transgender individuals stepped out of the boudoir, they happened to encounter Miss Lu Qingtian, the second daughter of the Lu family. Lu Qingtian had a calm temperament, a cold complexion, and indifferent eyes. She merely glanced casually, nodded slightly, and considered it a greeting.

Calming the mind, the Tao: "When holding the pen, pay attention to four key points. Firstly, the fingers should be firm: meaning that all fingers should be firmly pressed on the pen holder, holding it steadily. Secondly, the palm should not be too tense: meaning that the palm does not need to be too tight, it should be flexible enough to move the pen. Thirdly, the back of the hand should be rounded: describing the shape of the hand when holding the pen, with a rounded and upward curve. This is the posture I am helping you correct now. Fourthly, the palm should be upright: meaning that the palm should be held upright, which allows the hand to hold the pen straight. If you master these four key points, it should be more helpful for your calligraphy."

It seems that it's just the right time. It's still early now. Lunch has just been settled at Dr. Chen's clinic. So let's continue with the original plan for this afternoon. Smiling, I took Qianyu's hand and walked towards the poetry society.

And her dream, is the one of the handsome prince in the deepest part of her heart.

The rain before, dressed as a book boy, walked over awkwardly, "Miss, is it really necessary like this?"

The girl sitting in front blushed when she saw Mingyue in men's clothing. She quickly moved her body and distanced herself a bit. Rongruo was also startled, and her face turned red as well.

Doctor Chen was slightly stunned and couldn't find the words for a moment. The Bright Moon pretended to be relaxed and said, "Well, Doctor Chen, please take a look at my foot first."

Qianyu asked, "Miss, are you still going in?"

As they parted ways, the two of them went their separate paths with tacit understanding. Just as they walked out of the mansion's gate, Qianyu, who had been by their side all along, couldn't help but say, "Miss Er is a bit aloof."

Her skin is naturally fair and rosy, without the need for cosmetics. Although she is only fourteen and her body has not fully developed, her tall stature compensates for her slim figure. Overall, she can be considered a qualified and somewhat delicate young lady.

The bright moon suddenly smiled: "Dr. Chen is too modest. The moon has always admired Dr. Chen's medical skills, but as a daughter, it is always inconvenient." Her expression was tinged with regret, but she appeared somewhat melancholic.

The bright moon did not answer him immediately, but lowered her head to look at the words they had just written, and then smiled and said, "It's just so-so."

And Rongruo also looked at the bright moon with great interest, "So, can the young master give some guidance?"

The bright moon smiled and said, "Simple." He picked up a Mao Feng brush and skillfully painted the character "永" on Xuan paper using the technique of the side peak brush. Looking at the character on the Xuan paper, he said, "The most important thing in calligraphy is to master the basic brush techniques. And the character that best demonstrates this is '永'. The eight strokes of '侧、勒、努、趯、策、掠、啄、磔' are the foundation of calligraphic strokes. By mastering these eight strokes, one can extend to various other strokes and embody their respective spirit and demeanor. This is the very basic 'Eight Principles of the Character 永'." The eight strokes of '侧、勒、努、趯、策、掠、啄、磔' are the foundation of calligraphic strokes. By mastering these eight strokes, one can extend to various other strokes and embody their respective spirit and demeanor. This is the very basic 'Eight Principles of the Character 永'.

The doctor nodded and bowed, saying "Nothing's wrong." Then he found a seat and sat down by himself.

The bright moon just smiled in response. This is not called aloofness, but rather keeping a low profile and biding one's time. Every girl has a dream deep in her heart, and her younger sister must also be working hard to realize her dream.

The bright moon paused for a moment, took a deep breath, nodded, and went in.

The girl instantly became extremely surprised, "You... You're really amazing."

She picked up the folding fan, held it in front of her, and looked somewhat charming. She smiled and called out, "Rain ahead."

The bright moon nods, "It's just a courtesy for him, but it's only once." She only pretends to be a man once, just this once. But she wants him to remember, to remember her as this special "talented and romantic scholar."

My name is Lu Shimin. The bright moon stands upright, with a smile on its face.

The bright moon used a folding fan to point at that piece of calligraphy, "If I'm not mistaken, you are imitating the calligraphy of a famous female artist from the Yuan Dynasty, Guan Daosheng?"

Just as I entered the poetry society, a faint and elusive fragrance wafted into my nose. The moon sniffed it and seemed to recognize the scent of tea flowers. I couldn't help but admire in my heart how strong the fragrance of these tea flowers was, truly rare and precious. I looked around and found the main hall, so I walked over. As soon as I stepped over the threshold, my sensitive nose caught a familiar smell. It was something she often came into contact with, the fragrance of ink. Unconsciously, she slowed down her pace. Just as I stepped over the threshold, my sensitive nose caught a familiar smell. It was something she often came into contact with, the fragrance of ink. Unconsciously, she slowed down her pace. The pre-rain may have sensed something unusual about the moon. It tugged at her sleeve. The moon turned her head and saw her puzzled expression. She gently raised a finger to her lips and made a shushing sound. The moon took a deep breath, used the hanging curtain to hide her body, and leaned her head forward.

Lou Qingtian said, "Pick some chrysanthemums and make some bubble tea."

The doctor was satisfied with Mingyue's manners and said with a smile, "Miss, actually it would be better for this old man to go."

Dr. Chen was puzzled, "Miss, you are overestimating the villain."

Very good. The bright moon smiled secretly, but her face showed a shocked expression, appearing somewhat flustered. "No! It's nothing."

However, the bright moon just shook its head. "Everyone knows about Doctor Chen from the medical clinic in the capital. He has been devoted to the study of medicine for many years. It is a great honor to be able to invite him this time."

When the doctor arrived with the front rain, the bright moon was writing something on the chopping board while saying to the visitor, "Please wait a moment, Doctor."

The bright moon smiled and said, "Little sister, where are you going?"

The bright moon pretended to be in a daughter's posture, twisting the square handkerchief in her hand, "The bright moon knows this is an unwelcome request."

Rong Ruo tried to pick up Mao Feng and wrote a "永" character. Mingyue took a glance and was somewhat surprised. She imitated it so well, not only in the subtle strokes, but also in the spirit. It's worth noting that she has been practicing calligraphy with a modern brush for a full seventeen years to reach this level. In her heart, she couldn't help but feel that Rong Ruo is just Rong Ruo. However, she couldn't extinguish her own morale. Looking closely at this "永" character, it still seemed somewhat stiff. Mingyue cleared her throat and said, "If a person wants to master the essence of calligraphy, they must have their own characters and creations." In her heart, she couldn't help but feel that Rong Ruo is just Rong Ruo. However, she couldn't extinguish her own morale. Looking closely at this "永" character, it still seemed somewhat stiff. Mingyue cleared her throat and said, "If a person wants to master the essence of calligraphy, they must have their own characters and creations."

She was momentarily stunned, then asked, "What do you mean?"

Before the rain looked at the bright moon, two lines of clear tears, unexpectedly speechless and choked. Silently watching the bright moon, sniffing, wiping away tears, and giving her a smile. But in the eyes of Before the rain, it was quite bitter.

Uh, she took advantage of him.

If you look closely at the bright moon, you can see the smile on her face. It's not a hostile gesture, so she nods and asks, "May I ask what the matter is, sir?"

Rong Ruoxiao smiled and said, "How should I put it?"

Farewell to Dr. Chen, Mingyue is in a great mood. Looking at her slightly swollen ankle, the only trouble now is this. She thought about it casually and it shouldn't be a problem for a few more days.

Although not satisfied with my father's last words, sitting in this medical clinic is definitely not a leisurely matter. This is the beginning of her lifelong struggle for happiness!

He obediently grabbed a pen and struck a pose. His hand did not form a rounded arc with the back of his palm, so his writing appeared stiff. The moon reached out to correct his posture, but to her surprise, as soon as she touched the back of his hand, he trembled slightly. He seemed a bit flustered.

The moon-faced girl blushed and hesitantly said, "I...I am somewhat interested in medicine." Without stating her purpose, she naturally left it for Dr. Chen to understand. However, this was already a hint of welcome, and the answer was obvious.

Doctor Chen sighed and said, "I am extremely grateful for the young lady's high regard for me. However, I still need to talk to Mr. Lu at this time."

She wrote for a while before putting down her brush. The rain in front startled her, and he helped her up. The bright moon was very courteous, even though her feet were injured, she insisted on walking over herself, without bothering the doctor. This doctor had white hair and was old. He had a high reputation in the capital city. She only knew about him because her father, Lu Xingzu, mentioned him. He was usually able to invite people who were not only wealthy but also influential.

Dr. Chen was surprised, and his eyebrows couldn't help but furrow. "Miss, as a well-bred lady, why would you learn such things..."

Dr. Chen became increasingly suspicious and couldn't help but say again, "Miss, please speak directly. There is nothing that cannot be said."

Dr. Chen is indeed highly respected. When I mentioned it to my father, he simply said, "Only when you have nothing to do can you go to the clinic and sit for a while. Cultivating one's character is just a trivial matter for a daughter."

Both of them had a slight sense of awareness, looking at each other.

Rong looked at the bright moon in a daze, and finally came to his senses, asking, "Who is the young master?"

Actually, she knows that she is indeed flattering him. The more money she spends, the more she can persuade him. This is an eternal truth that money can make the devil grind. However, her flattery also has her own plan.

Before the rain, cover your mouth and secretly laugh. "Miss, you may not know that today is the folk-created Lantern Festival. When night falls, the lights will be brightly lit, and lanterns will be hung everywhere."

Upon hearing this, Mingyue's heart finally calmed down when it came to the mention of her throat. Her affected and delicate behavior had not been in vain. Her father had always respected doctors, and with Dr. Chen's recommendation, things would be twice as easy. It was true that her goal was not to study medicine, but to find an excuse to go out. Using buying clothes as an excuse for a long time was actually a dubious move.

During her recovery period, she always tried to speed up the healing process. However, time proved that she was undoubtedly trying to rush things. What was supposed to be a few days of rest and recovery ended up taking more than ten days for her to be able to walk normally.

Dr. Chen nodded and carefully examined her foot before gently putting it down, saying, "The injury is not too serious. With external dressing for a few days and taking a few doses of medicine, you should be able to walk normally."

On the bustling street, a constant stream of people come and go. The bright moon looks around and smiles, saying, "Today seems to be some kind of festival, it looks much livelier than usual."

The bright moon took a deep breath and walked towards them confidently, with a spring breeze on his face and a smile on his lips. He swayed his folding fan gracefully, displaying his elegant demeanor.

Show me how you usually write by grabbing a pen.

The bright moon nods its head, looking very clever. Dr. Chen saw her appearance and thought of her expression just now, couldn't help but ask: "What happened to Miss just now?"

The bright moon understands, nodding its head. Her younger sister is truly leisurely and carefree. However, living like this can still be considered a good way of life. Mingyue sighed softly, as she couldn't achieve this herself, her temperament and aspirations being different.

The lazy sunlight poured into the room, smashing onto the floor like scattered gold. There was a young man who was concentrating and gently teaching a graceful and beautiful woman with delicate eyebrows and bright eyes to write. He looked at her tenderly and smiled, gazing at the young girl with warmth and affection she had never experienced before. ... She just looked foolishly, foolishly shedding tears ... ... So foolishly ... ... She just looked foolishly, foolishly shedding tears ... ... So foolishly ...

The bright moon smiles: "Is this the Poetry Society of the capital?"