Li Qingyao walked over and glanced at it, raising her eyes in surprise, "Strong and vigorous, the brush strokes are like dragons and snakes, with the elegance of iron paintings and silver hook, Ms. Zhu writes excellent calligraphy."
She had studied it herself and knew how difficult it was to develop such good handwriting. It was at this moment that she truly changed her view of Zhu Mingjing.
This young girl was like a riddle.
Li Qingyao's calligraphy had won awards before, and Madam Li hadn't hesitated to boast about it. If it could make her praise it openly, it must be very well-written, and everyone was extremely curious.
After the ink on Ming Jing's writing had dried, she picked it up and handed it to Madam Ye.
"For the scripture above, Madam should chant it three times before bed every day, fold it and place it under your pillow. Maintain a normal attitude, no need to worry too much."