Sky Curtain: With a vermilion mirror, Jing travels through the modern world, shaking all dynasties.

Chapter 124 Li Er and Lao Zhu "Compare Babies"!

"Brother, Jingjing wants to go and see!" Zhu Jingjing said.

Jiang Chuan nodded slightly, and the three of them went to the open-air tea stall together.

On the bench, the girl held the pen with a proper posture, but when the pen tip touched the paper, it was like a toddler learning to walk.

The characters are crooked and crammed together, neither horizontal nor vertical, like a fence blown down by the wind.

The little princess peeked out, couldn't help but purse her lips, but didn't say anything.

Just then, a middle-aged man wearing a baseball cap strode over, glanced down at the Xuan paper on the table, and frowned deeply. "Didn't I tell you a week ago to practice? Why is it still written like this?"

The girl bit her lip and remained silent.

"You don't need to practice anymore. Filming officially starts today, and we can't keep the whole crew waiting for you!" he shouted, calling over a staff member. "We need to replace the actress for the princess. Find someone right now, someone who can write excellent calligraphy!"

"Director Liu, what's going on?" Lin Xiaoyu stepped forward and asked.

The director turned around and, upon seeing Lin Xiaoyu, his tightly furrowed brows immediately relaxed. He smiled and said, "Ms. Lin, you've arrived! It's like this, there's a little princess character in the drama, and there's a scene where she needs to write a calligraphy piece by hand for a close-up of her face. We can't use a stunt double."

He glared at the girl reproachfully and said, "This girl has been practicing for a week and she's still the same. There's really no other way but to find someone else."

Lin Xiaoyu nodded, her gaze inadvertently glancing at Zhu Jingjing beside her.

The little princess was staring at the calligraphy brush on the inkstone, looking eager to try it out.

"Director Liu, this is my younger sister, Jingjing." Lin Xiaoyu pulled her to her side and recommended, "She practices calligraphy regularly, why don't you let her give it a try?"

Upon hearing this, the director looked Zhu Jingjing up and down.

This young girl has delicate features and a straight posture. Standing there, she exudes an indescribable air of composure, truly possessing the grace of a princess.

He nodded to himself, but then he had second thoughts. He had seen plenty of people bring their own funding to join a production, and he was most afraid of this kind of casual attempt.

Whether I can act or not doesn't matter, since I'm just a supporting character with few scenes. As long as I'm willing to learn, I can teach me on the spot.

But if the calligraphy is poor, then there's a big problem!

That scene is the climax of the whole series. For the sake of the people, the little princess imitates her father's handwriting to forge an imperial edict. It has to be filmed brilliantly!

Since Lin Xiaoyu had spoken, he couldn't very well refuse the daughter of an investor, so he could only force a smile and say, "Since Miss Lin recommends it, how about we write a few words first?"

Zhu Jingjing took the brush and glanced back at Jiang Chuan, a hint of tension hidden in her eyes.

Jiang Chuan gently patted her shoulder and whispered, "Don't be afraid, just think of it as casual writing. It's okay if it's not well-written!"

The little princess took a deep breath and nodded.

She laid out the Xuan paper, dipped her brush in ink, and concentrated her mind while suspending her wrist.

In an instant, his innocent and carefree demeanor seemed to have transformed into that of a different person, with a maturity in his eyes that was beyond his years.

The moment she put pen to paper, the image that flashed through her mind was of her father, the Emperor, drafting the imperial edict in the Hall of Supreme Harmony.

The pen tip fell, and the strokes, whether horizontal or vertical, left or right, flowed smoothly like clouds and water, without any hesitation.

The few words on the paper were clearly defined, with a profound and deep style, subtly exuding an awe-inspiring and unassailable majesty.

The director originally just stood aside perfunctorily, intending to glance at it briefly and then make an excuse to leave.

But when his gaze fell on the paper, he froze.

The eight characters, "By the Mandate of Heaven, the Emperor decrees," are arranged in a single line, with vigorous strokes and a strong sense of antiquity.

The calligraphy was neither as elegant as that of the calligraphic style nor as bold as that of the stele style; rather, it seemed to possess the air of someone who had long lived in the deep palace and was immersed in the calligraphy of emperors every day.

The director leaned closer, almost pressing his face against the paper, his eyes wide: "This—this writing—"

He looked up and when he looked at Zhu Jingjing again, his eyes had completely changed.

How could a little girl who has practiced calligraphy for a few days write this?

This is clearly calligraphy with an imperial air!

"Young lady, what calligraphy style do you usually practice?" The director's voice trembled slightly.

Zhu Jingjing pursed her lips, unsure how to answer. She couldn't very well say, "I'm practicing my father's calligraphy, could I?"

She turned around and looked at Jiang Chuan for help.

Jiang Chuan said, "Director Liu, my younger sister usually loves period dramas, so I found some imperial edicts drafted by the emperor himself online for her to study."

Upon hearing this, the director nodded with some skepticism. Jiang Chuan's explanation made sense, but how could a teenage girl have trained like this?

"Director Liu, do you think my sister is up to the task?" Lin Xiaoyu asked proudly. The little princess had finally made her debut!

"Of course! Just based on those few words, I'd fight anyone who dared to stop the young girl from starring!"

The Great Ming Dynasty, Fengtian Hall.

Zhu Yuanzhang looked up at the sky and saw the few words written by Zhu Jingjing. He was both amused and exasperated. "When did this girl manage to copy my handwriting?"

Empress Ma smiled and said softly, "Chongba, you have always liked to draft imperial edicts yourself. Jing'er has seen this many times, so naturally she has learned to imitate you."

Zhu Yuanzhang nodded slightly, becoming more and more satisfied with his daughter's handwriting: "She truly lives up to my expectations! Her imitation of my handwriting is flawless! When I grow old and my hands tremble, and I can no longer hold a pen, I can have Jing'er do it for me."

"Chongba, what are you saying?" Empress Ma glared at him and said, "With the Junior Scholar here, and Biao'er and Di'er also here, it's not Jing'er's turn to write on behalf of someone else."

Zhu Yuanzhang shook his head and said loudly, "Why not? Jing'er's calligraphy perfectly captures the essence of my style; everyone else falls far short!"

The Great Tang Dynasty, Taiji Palace.

Li Shimin gazed at the eight characters "By the Mandate of Heaven, the Emperor decrees," and saw that the calligraphy was powerful and vigorous, exuding an imperial aura. He couldn't help but marvel at it in his heart.

He glanced at the little rhinoceros in his arms, who was craning his neck to look up at the sky. He then had the urge to compare them. "Rhinoceros, bring me the characters you copied the other day and let your father see them."

Little Sizi responded and descended, running lightly to the desk, flipping through several sheets of paper, then rushing back as if presenting a treasure, and handing them to Li Shimin.

Li Shimin received it and displayed it.

The handwriting on the paper was elegant and refined, the kind of flying white script that Xiao Sizi practiced.

Between the strokes, wisps of white are revealed, like withered vines hanging on a wall, or a gentle breeze brushing against willows. Although the childlike quality has not yet faded, the spirit of the strokes has already been captured.

"The calligraphy of the Ming princess is majestic and regal, truly belonging to her school. However, Si Zi's flying white style is ethereal and free, capturing the essence of calligraphy," Li Shimin said after comparing them.

The little rhinoceros looked up and asked, "Father, are you saying that I write better?"

Li Shimin embraced him and laughed, saying, "Of course, in Father's eyes, no child in the world can write as well as Sizi!"

modern.

In front of the camera, the little princess changed into her costume, her hair piled high, adorned with gold and jade ornaments, and wearing a shawl and skirt.

She looked like a little palace maid who had stepped out of a painting, and her features even bore a resemblance to Princess Lin'an of the Ming Dynasty!