Reborn to Become A Queen: The Real Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 272: Wedding Invitation

Zhan Lan’s ears turned red as she felt Mu Yan’s lips approaching the side of her ear. Mu Yan looked at her flushed cheeks and smiled as he moved away from her ear.

Mu Yan’s lips curved into a smile, teasing her deliberately, "Her Majesty the Empress is so shy, it makes this humble servant heartbroken to see you cry..."

Zhan Lan pouted at him, "You really are..."

Mu Yan fixated on her lips, "Really what?"

Zhan Lan got up from his lap.

"Do you want to learn calligraphy?" Mu Yan’s tone became serious as he looked at Zhan Lan, all traces of frivolity gone.

Zhan Lan was good at wielding a war spear in battle, but pens and embroidery needles were beyond her control!

Thinking of her own ugly handwriting, she nodded, "Okay!"

Mu Yan stood up and said to Zhan Lan, "Sit down."

Zhan Lan sat on the stool, Mu Yan wrapped his arms around her from behind, holding her hand, and slowly guided her to write on the paper.

While moving Zhan Lan’s hand, Mu Yan narrated, "The realm of calligraphy is about ’no brush, no self,’ hanging the wrist and moving the brush lightly but not hastily, slowly but not stagnantly. Holding the brush means firm fingers and soft palm, the five fingers exert equal force, and using the brush should focus on the center spreading the ink harmoniously, arranging the structure to connect horizontally and vertically..."

Mu Yan’s breath fell on Zhan Lan’s neck, his slender and attractive fingers slowly guiding her to write the first ’fortune’ character.

Zhan Lan turned her head, and Mu Yan saw the star-like brightness in her eyes, feeling extremely thrilled.

"It’s beautiful!" It was her first realization that writing could feel this wonderful.

Mu Yan smiled wordlessly, holding her hand as they continued to write the second character.

Not until they finished writing the entire wedding invitation did Mu Yan let go of her hand.

Zhan Lan looked at the characters flowing like clouds and water, completed in one stroke, her eyes curved joyfully, thinking this could also be considered her own writing!

Zhan Lan cheered for herself, I got it, I got it!

Mu Yan leaned on his elbow on the table, turning his body to look at her, "Try to write one by yourself."

Zhan Lan confidently picked up the brush and wrote the first ’fortune’ character, then gave Mu Yan an embarrassed look, "It still seems quite ugly."

Mu Yan chuckled, "It’s a bit of progress, take it slowly."

"Today, we’ll only learn one ’fortune’ character." Mu Yan wrapped his arms around her again from behind.

Zhan Lan’s hand was held by his as she continued to write.

Mu Yan’s gaze fixed on Zhan Lan who was surrounded in his arms, her face serious, her long eyelashes casting shadows as her eyes moved with the brush.

The fragrance from her hair and neck imbued Mu Yan’s eyes with desire, but seeing Zhan Lan focus and work hard over and over again, he suppressed the urge to get closer.

Zhan Lan was a woman who refused to lose; she might not do well once or twice, but she would never give up.

Mu Yan released her hand, quietly sitting beside her on the stool, watching as Zhan Lan wrote the ’fortune’ character again and again.

Finally, after writing hundreds of ’fortune’ characters, Zhan Lan looked thrilled and excitedly tugged on Mu Yan’s sleeve, "Look, look, this ’fortune’ character is so beautiful!"

After speaking, she realized Mu Yan had been gently staring at her, which made Zhan Lan blush.

"Have you been watching me this whole time?" Zhan Lan asked.

Mu Yan ruffled her hair, "You’re beautiful."

Zhan Lan raised her hand, pointing to a scar, "Is this also beautiful?"

Before she finished speaking, her hand was pulled in by Mu Yan, who kissed the back of her hand, "As long as it’s you, it’s beautiful."

Zhan Lan was stirred by his sweet words, looking at Mu Yan with curiosity, "You’re skilled in musical instruments, chess, calligraphy, and swordsmanship, how about archery?"

Zhan Lan always felt that since Mu Yan taught her calligraphy, she should return the favor.

Mu Yan smiled and said, "I’ve seen your archery, you’re very skilled. Who taught you?"

Zhan Lan thought for a moment, "My first teacher was my grandfather, but when I was ten, I met a strange man. He saw me practicing archery alone in the woods, criticized my bow pulling posture and strength..."

"I was unconvinced and challenged him to demonstrate. He shot an arrow right at my arrow stuck in the tree trunk, splitting my arrow in two. Realizing his skill, I immediately knelt and called him master."

Zhan Lan chuckled as she reminisced, "So during that time, whenever he passed by, he would give me some pointers. About half a year later, I never saw that man again."

Mu Yan, who was caressing her fingers, suddenly stopped, smilingly said, "It seems you met a reclusive master."

Zhan Lan nodded, "I think so, because the master was mysterious and wore a silver mask, only revealing his eyes. At that time, I was too scared to look at him, now I only remember the silver mask."

Mu Yan stared at Zhan Lan, who was excitedly recalling the past, his eyes gradually filled with joy, then said, "How about I teach you writing, and you teach me archery?"

Zhan Lan looked at him, agreeing without hesitation, "Sure!"

Finally, she had something to offer in front of the always capable Mu Yan!

Zhan Lan happily put down the pen and went with him to the training yard in the courtyard. Under the alternating yellow and green trees, there were several wooden stakes; Zhan Lan stroked the stakes, noting the many wear marks suggesting that Mu Yan often trained here.

Zhan Lan looked around and said, "No targets? Don’t you like archery?"

Mu Yan looked at her and smiled, "I do, but I’m not very good at it..."

Zhan Lan raised her hand, patting his shoulder heartily, "Don’t worry, leave it to me. I guarantee that within six months, you’ll catch up to master me!"

Mu Yan raised his eyebrows, "I’m looking forward to it."

Soon, the Hidden Guards brought over targets and bows and arrows.

Zhan Lan tested the bow, "This should be suitable for you, come take it!"

Mu Yan obediently stood before her.

Zhan Lan seriously taught him the posture and gestures for pulling the bow.

Mu Yan watched her hand set the arrow on the bow; as the arrow was released, Zhan Lan’s fingers opened up, her index finger slightly raised in a cocky gesture, eliciting a meaningful smile from him.

Last time he stood far away and watched her compete with Zhan Feng in the military, this time standing close, he discovered such a playful habit of hers.

Mu Yan saw the arrow that was just in her hands hit the bullseye. Zhan Lan raised her eyebrows at him lightly, "Your turn now!"

"Alright." Mu Yan sighed softly, reaching out to take the curved bow from Zhan Lan’s hands.

The autumn wind rolled up fallen leaves, blowing Mu Yan’s white clothes and hair, as Zhan Lan watched his dashing figure pulling the bow and setting the arrow.