Chapter 259: 259: Fetus Protection Charm
"So you’re telling me all this just to treat me like a trash can?" Mu Qiuniang recalled a word Jiang Nuo had once mentioned to her and asked with a calm expression.
Song Weiming smiled awkwardly, "I really didn’t mean it that way, actually I wanted to ask Sister-in-law Jiang for something, and just forgot while talking."
"What is it?"
"I don’t know what to call it, but it’s used for pregnancy protection. My wife is pregnant now, it’s still early, and the matters with Tianhe are not settled yet. I’m afraid he might make a move on my wife, so I’d like to ask you for something to protect the fetus."
"Congratulations!" Hearing it was about a child, Mu Qiuniang’s gaze softened, she told him to wait a moment, then pulled out a pigeon egg-sized piece of warm jade, a set of carving knives, and a red string from her handbag, or rather, from the space ring.
With the jade in her left hand and the knife in her right hand, she began to move swiftly.
Song Weiming only felt that flowers were flying from her fingertips, leaving a trail. A chubby baby lying in soft silk appeared at a visibly fast speed on the piece of warm jade, chubby, pink, with limbs like lotus roots, fingers and toes like pearls and jade, it was exactly like the Fuwa in a New Year painting, extremely cute.
Song Weiming fell in love with it at a glance.
Where Song Weiming couldn’t see, white threads of light wrapped around the Fuwa at Mu Qiuniang’s fingertips, smoothing its edges and lighting up its sheen, making it seem as if it were covered by moonlight, exuding a kind of serene calm that softened one’s heart.
When Mu Qiuniang threaded the red string and handed it to him, he couldn’t help but exclaim, "It’s so beautiful!"
"It’s for your daughter!"
"How do you know it’s a daughter?!" Song Weiming was a bit surprised; he only mentioned having a child but didn’t specify if it was a boy or a girl. Even he himself didn’t know yet.
Mu Qiuniang glanced at him lightly, "First comes the flower, then the fruit!"
"It’s really a daughter? That’s wonderful, my wife was just talking yesterday about how it’d be great if we have a daughter first, she loves girls the most." Song Weiming laughed joyfully. "Sister-in-law Jiang, I know your abilities, what you say must be true. I’ll go back later and tell my wife this good news, she’ll be overjoyed."
Seeing him so happy, Mu Qiuniang couldn’t help but remind him to do more good deeds for the benefit of his future, his wife, and their child.
Song Weiming listened with a solemn expression, "Sister-in-law Jiang, rest assured, I will definitely do more good deeds in the future, not just for any reason, but for my own peace of mind, it must be done."
"It’s good that you understand."
Song Weiming actually felt quite embarrassed for taking up so much of Mu Qiuniang’s time. It was supposed to be a brief chat, but they ended up talking for so long.
It was Mu Mingyu who reminded Mu Qiuniang that the time she had agreed to meet someone was approaching, ending their conversation.
"I’m sorry, Sister-in-law Jiang, for taking up so much of your time."
Mu Qiuniang shook her head, "This can only be said as fate between us; once we’ve met, I have to lend a hand."
"Sister-in-law Jiang, you are a good person!"
In fact, the place Mu Qiuniang had arranged to meet Xu Jing was not far, about a ten-minute walk, the time was originally sufficient.
But upon leaving the teahouse, she ran into two fans, signing autographs and taking photos, further delaying her, making her feel a bit rushed.
Mu Mingyu immediately admitted his mistake and stated that next time he would include this kind of unexpected time in their schedule.
"It’s okay!"
Mu Qiuniang directly used a spell, one to disrupt people’s vision and memory, making them feel like they were walking out slowly, no different from everyone else; the other was the "Time-Space Travel Technique," directly transporting to the appointed place.
Mu Mingyu only felt a momentary blur before the scene in front of his eyes changed, directly becoming the entrance to an art studio.
Rungu Pavilion, surrounded by an abundance of flowers and trees.
At the entrance was a small garden with a miniature rock and water landscape specifically built, flowers bloomed in clusters, two cranes danced, the bowl lotus in the pond was in bloom, and there were two red carp.
After entering, there was an engraved wall depicting knives and swords clashing, extremely imposing.
"Qiuniang, you’re finally here?"
She had just entered the door when Xu Jing, like a blur of flowers, quickly walked toward her.
"Am I late?"
"No! Not at all, the timing is just perfect. Come in quickly, let me introduce you, this is my teacher, Jiao Yu’en, the president of the Huaxia Calligraphy and Painting Association..."
An elderly man with a white beard was stroking his beard, kindly smiling at the two of them.
"Hello, Teacher Jiao!" Mu Qiuniang said.
Jiao Yu’en nodded gently, looking at the woman in front of him, poised, confident, and graceful, clearly of a distinguished origin, he couldn’t help but admire her in his heart.
No wonder Xu Jing, from the moment she came here, kept saying she wanted to recommend a true folk calligrapher, letting him truly appreciate the power of the folk, praising her much!
Even he, someone who had seen many storms, couldn’t help but be moved by her demeanor.
"Teacher, this is the remarkable female calligrapher Mu Qiuniang, whom I told you about, and you’re looking at the piece of work she wrote right now."
"Young people today are remarkable, so young and able to write such good characters, we are getting old." Jiao Yu’en said with a smile on his face, "The Yangtze River waves push the waves ahead, the waves ahead die on the sand, this saying is too true, it’s really a reflection of our reality."
Xu Jing laughed, "Teacher, you were just saying a few days ago how the young people now are impatient, few can write well, afraid there will be no successors. Now you’ve seen Qiuniang’s work, you realize there are true masters among the people, don’t you?"
"I just hadn’t seen her work!" Jiao Yu’en sincerely praised the piece Xu Jing brought, "Using dot and stroke for emotion and personality, twists and turns for form and substance, can’t form words without skill... brought the wild cursive to life! Qiuniang, that piece Xu Jing wouldn’t give me, can you write me a few more words!"
His true intention was also to personally verify whether the woman in front of him, similar in age to Xu Jing, could truly create a masterpiece that would astonish even him.
"Sure!" Mu Qiuniang nodded calmly, walked to the desk frequently used by Jiao Yu’en, picked up a brush, and began to write.
Cursive script is rich in romanticism, with extreme variation in layout, it indulges freely within boldness and ease, maneuvering within the rules, wild yet not chaotic. Different cursive masters can express different moods, such as flowing clouds and flowing water, withered vines entwining, flying sand and rolling stones...
It is an expression of one’s spirit, born from the moment’s interest, without deliberate arrangement, yet naturally becoming intriguing, every line contains a dialectical relationship...
Therefore, true cursive masters in history are rare and precious, admired and revered by posterity, yet making later learners feel helpless, daunting, as if standing before an insurmountable mountain of cursive script.