Mu Xingzhi smiled and saw Su Qingluan deliberately sitting up straight, and shook his head: "I'm just curious, where did you get this leisurely look from?"
Su Qingluan complained mercilessly: "Actually, you want to say where did I get this look of not standing or sitting?"
In fact, Su Qingluan's posture is not that vulgar, but compared to every move, even rolling up the sleeves, which may seem a bit sloppy to others, is Fengyi's Mu Xingzhi, so naturally it is not enough to watch. .
But Mu Xingzhi shook his head and said with a half-smile: "Actually, if you do it deliberately, you can still maintain some grace and demeanor."
Su Qingluan: ...I really thank you.
Immediately, he continued: "But Qingluan's demeanor is not as free and uninhibited as a hermit, nor is it like a high-ranking lady who has a standard of movement and movement, which is strange."
Su Qingluan paused while trying to hold on to the armrest of the armchair, and secretly sighed in her heart: Such a keen person really cannot take anything lightly.
In fact, Mu Xingzhi's words are not wrong: although Su Qingluan does not need to follow a lot of rules when it comes to moving, sitting, and sleeping like a lady in ancient times, in modern times, since she was adopted by her master's wife, in order to prevent her from hunching over, she always The couple paid great attention to correcting Su Qingluan's posture when she was young.
However, the straightness of this posture is more for the sake of health, so it is more open and stretched. It is not in line with the graceful and hazy beauty of this era - after all, people in this era need "boudoir manners" This is no longer an ordinary family. According to the previous life, it should be regarded as "aristocratic etiquette".
However, Su Qingluan has her own opinions on "aristocratic etiquette": in her opinion, those nobles don't have to worry about food and clothing, and don't have to work for a living. Naturally, they can have the free time to sit elegantly and eat well over and over again. Practice etiquette.
However, when ordinary people live their lives, it is more economical to have a few more mouthfuls of food and a little more sleep if they have that time.
However, this view is definitely not acceptable in this era. After all, in this era, "etiquette" and "character" are linked to a certain extent.
Su Qingluan actually doesn't quite understand: If outstanding demeanor equals noble character, then what is the meaning of the word "sanctimonious"?
Pouting her lips, she sat up straight and looked at Mu Xingzhi: "My 'etiquette' does not need to appear on any important occasion, nor does it need to represent a certain group or class, so it is just 'enough'. It does not have to be like those of everyone." She is like a lady, even if she has a full meal, people will criticize her."
"Qingluan disdains those noble ladies?"
"On the contrary, I admire them very much." Su Qingluan sighed and shook her head, "Every moment, words and deeds, actions, sitting and lying, and even some instinctive reactions must be controlled with grace, and no flaws should be exposed in front of others. This is like being able to award a 'labor medal', okay?"
Looking at Mu Xingzhi, Su Qingluan thought about the ladies from high-ranking families who had their own rules for every move they made, and maybe even the ladies who had requirements for their sleeping postures. She felt that everything had a price, and so did the pleasure of the eyes.
Mu Xingzhi frowned slightly: "What is a labor medal?"
Su Qingluan lowered his eyes and thought for a while, then began to make up random things: "Labor is labor exercise. Look at those etiquette trainings. Although they are just ordinary walking, sitting and lying, they are very demanding. Even the angles cannot be wrong at all. It must be quite physically demanding, isn’t it considered a form of labor exercise?”
Mu Xingzhi nodded: "Indeed, teaching etiquette when I was young was very painful."
Su Qingluan shrugged: "Right? But I am different -" Su Qingluan pointed at herself, "My 'etiquette' is at most for smooth communication when dealing with others, and for my own health. "
Mu Xingzhi could understand the former reason, but the latter one...
"In good health?"
Su Qingluan first sat on the chair in a standard sitting posture: "This kind of sitting posture," and then he tilted himself into a weird shape, "Which one do you think will cause unbearable pain in the back over time?"
"But if we follow Qingluan's theory, although lying on the bed is inelegant, it is better for back health than sitting, right?" Perhaps because he found Su Qingluan's theory very interesting, Mu Xingzhi also found a more unique one. Direction... debate, or "argument".
This was not a problem for Su Qingluan. She had read countless health lectures in modern society after she fell ill. She could tell a list of the harmful effects of sitting and lying down for long periods of time with her eyes closed.
Of course, things like lower limb venous thrombosis that involve anatomical aspects cannot be discussed, but other obvious things can be used as arguments to refute: "If you lie down like this all the time, your back will feel comfortable, but the muscles in your body will atrophy soon. It’s even difficult to walk on the ground, so it’s definitely not ‘healthy’, right?”
Mu Xingzhi nodded in agreement upon hearing this.
After Su Qingluan left, Mu Xingzhi turned around and asked Song Bo, who had been standing next to him like a wooden figure: "In your opinion, her behavior and demeanor may indicate her origin?"
Song Bo was surprised and turned to look at Mu Xingzhi: "Hasn't the boss already found out that Madam Su is indeed the eldest lady of the Su family who was wrongly carried?"
"But what she knows and thinks is not a temperament developed in the Marquis of Anning's Mansion, and the spies also said that no owner in the Marquis' Mansion has ever been interested in being a cook."
"But, she is always on our side..."
"If she is just an ordinary woman, you can naturally let it go, but you also saw that she handed over the stirrups, horseshoes and the method of smelting fine iron." Mu Xingzhi lowered his eyes, thoughtfully, "Look at the method she handed over. Have you changed your expression and actions when you were a child?"
Songbo thought about it blankly, but shook his head, not remembering much.
Mu Xingzhi's voice was slow: "Although such a casual attitude is cautious enough, it treats the surrounding environment. However, judging from her expression, she does not attach great importance to the content of the paper itself."
If Su Qingluan was here, she would definitely be breaking out in a sweat: she really doesn't care that much about the "techniques" written on the paper. After all, this is not an "invention from scratch", but "based on what already exists." "Improvement", so in her opinion, she knew intellectually that this piece of paper was very tempting to anyone who wanted to make a career in this era, but she still couldn't take it seriously emotionally.
Because in modern times, "refined iron" can only be regarded as a "common civilian-level" material. Compared with those nanotechnology materials, superconducting materials are simply not good enough.
Because of this, it was difficult for Su Qingluan to emotionally understand how shocked Mu Xingzhi was when he saw the piece of paper for the first time.
