The taste of Tan Ji roast duck in Yunyang City is really different from the one in Kyoto, and Ren Yaoqi doesn't know what the difference is, although it seems that the roasting heat and sauce are the same. As for which one is delicious, Ren Yaoqi really can't tell, she doesn't have Xiao Jinglin's obsession with food.
Ren Yaoqi felt that Xiao Jinglin ate very satisfied, because by the time they finished eating, Xiao Jinglin basically had no more dishes left on the table. She recalled that County Master Xiao seemed to have a good habit of not wasting food.
The three of them finished their lunch quietly, and then the maid came in to wait for them to rinse their mouths and clean their hands and clean up the dishes.
When sitting in the room to drink tea, Ren Yaoqi said, "Young Master Xiao, can you borrow someone from your subordinates?" Seeing Xiao Jingxi looking over, Ren Yaoqi hurriedly added, "Just ask him to give me one. Just a letter."
"Let Hongying go." Xiao Jinglin said aside.
Ren Yaoqi was stunned when he heard the words, and then thought that the maids around Xiao Jinglin were also skilled in martial arts, and their skills should not be worse than Dongsheng.
"Hongying's skills are good, but if you want to sneak into the inner house, you should use my people." Xiao Jingxi smiled, "It's not like they haven't done anything like delivering letters."
He smiled and glanced at Ren Yaoqi.
Ren Yaoqi couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed when he looked at him with such a suggestive look.
The last time he asked Dongsheng to deliver a letter to her, he never asked Xiao Jingxi what his master meant. Although Xiao Jingxi doesn't look like he wants to care about her. It made her feel that her question was a bit pretentious.
Xiao Jinglin didn't pay attention to the atmosphere between Xiao Jingxi and Ren Yaoqi, she thought about it and said nothing. Her maid has been following her at the border. Although her martial arts skills are good, she is not familiar with the situation of the various households in Yunyang City.
This large private room must be used by some well-positioned people on weekdays, including some literati, so there is a two-foot-high mahogany book table against the wall, with the four treasures of the study on it.
Ren Yaoqi walked over to pick up the paper and ink and looked at it. The things were all good things, but they were all available in the pen and ink shops in Yunyang City, and they were nothing special.
Hongying hurried over and asked in a low voice, "Miss, do you want to use pen and ink?"
Ren Yaoqi nodded. He originally wanted to call Apple, who was standing outside, but Hongying had already stepped forward to help her polish her ink. Ren Yaoqi followed her.
After a while, Ren Yaoqi stood in front of the desk with his left hand and lowered his head to write.
There was light coming in from the half-opened window, and it happened to shine on her left hand holding the pen. Her fingertips were as crystal clear as pure snow. Not the slightest stagnation.
Xiao Jingxi came over at some point and stood aside to watch her write.
Ren Yaoqi smelled a fragrant medicinal fragrance, but it made her more calm and focused on her writing.
It wasn't until the last stroke was made that Xiao Jingxi's voice sounded nearby: "Are you used to writing with your left hand?"
Xiao Jingxi calmly retracted his gaze from Ren Yaoqi's fingertips.
The reason why he asked this was because Ren Yaoqi's left-handed handwriting, although not distinctive, was very neat, and it seemed that he had practiced for many years. Given Ren Yaoqi's age, if he writes with his right hand most of the time, it should be impossible to practice his left hand so well, and there is no need for it.
But he remembered that when Ren Yaoqi held chopsticks, he used his right hand to hold chess pieces, so he was inevitably curious.
Ren Yaoqi glanced back at Xiao Jingxi, thought about it and changed the pen to his right hand, then took out a piece of white paper and wrote the word "Jing" on it.
Although there is only one word, it makes the discerning person feel that the words she wrote with her left hand before were not written by one person. Ren Yaoqi's handwriting is excellent, with a free and easy atmosphere in Qing Jun, and she is very famous, which even her father is very satisfied with.
"I just don't want people to recognize it with my left hand." Ren Yaoqi explained with a smile.
She has been practicing handwriting for more than 20 years, and even if she wants to change the handwriting, it can be recognized by familiar people. Fortunately, her left hand can also see people.
Xiao Jingxi was stunned when he looked at the word "Jing".
In fact, when Ren Yaoqi wrote it, he just wrote it casually, probably because Xiao Jinglin was standing opposite the writing desk. Because the two were already friends, she did not care about the so-called name avoidance. It's just that she forgot that Xiao Jingxi's name also has the word Jing.
Fortunately, Xiao Jingxi's face quickly calmed down, he picked up the piece of paper as if nothing had happened, and compared it with the written letter held by Ren Yaoqi: "The right hand. Handwriting is better than left-handed writing." He commented objectively.
Hearing this, Ren Yaoqi smiled and turned to look at him, half-truth: "It's natural, I usually use my right hand, and most of the time I write with my left hand when I'm doing bad things."
Xiao Jingxi looked at the smiling face close at hand, and couldn't help laughing when she heard her joking about him.
Standing on the other side of the desk, Xiao Jinglin saw the two people behind the desk, one gentleman like jade, the other gentle and beautiful, each of them holding a piece of paper showing ink in their hands, they looked at each other with a tacit understanding and smiled. Then, whisper. The picture was so harmonious that it was unbearable to break it.
The county master, who is a ghost, never likes poetry and poetry, and does not like to hurt the spring and autumn, actually opened his mouth and murmured softly: "From now on, the green temples will look at the grass, the **** will add fragrance, and the family will be suspicious of immortals. China."
Her voice was very small, so Ren Yaoqi didn't hear it. She also did not see that the expression on Xiao Jingxi's face, who was standing beside her, suddenly became very strange.
By the time she noticed, Second Young Master Xiao had already changed his face and returned to normal. It's just that the tip of his ear suddenly turned red for no apparent reason.
Ren Yaoqi was talking to him about the arrangements after that, and did not pay attention to the expression on his face.
Xiao Jingxi lowered his head and looked at Ren Yaoqi's eyelashes, which fluttered slightly as he spoke, the voice that entered his ears was very soft, soft and pleasant, which made the steps he originally wanted to walk away to stay in place, and he didn't take a single step. Can't move.
This kind of feeling is very strange, as if all of a sudden hearing, sight, and smell have become more sensitive, but I have also fallen into some kind of nightmare. What I hear, see, and smell is only related to that specific person. So the movement of the body is instead imprisoned.
Xiao Jingxi was suddenly a little dazed, and it is impossible for this kind of expression to appear on the face of Xiao Gongzi, who is considered to be a heirloom immortal.
It turns out that no one is truly omnipotent. At least in the life of the omnipotent Second Young Master Xiao, there are mysteries that even he cannot understand.
Of course, with our Second Young Master Xiao's ability, it's only a matter of time and experience to understand this. Now he is just a young man who looks so powerful that it is easy to ignore his age.
"Master Xiao?" Seeing that Xiao Jingxi didn't respond to her words, Ren Yaoqi couldn't help turning his head and calling, but saw that Xiao Jingxi was watching her motionless, not knowing what he was thinking.
Fortunately, Xiao Jingxi regained her composure when she shouted. Second Young Master Xiao lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Let Tongxi go."
Ren Yaoqi glanced at Xiao Jingxi with a strange expression. She just asked Xiao Jingxi if she could let Dongsheng deliver the letter. Then Xiao Jingxi thought about it for a long time and replied to her to let Tongxi go.
Aren't Dongsheng and Tongxi the same person? Ren Yaoqi couldn't help twitching the corners of his mouth.
Or does Xiao Jingxi have a quirk and feel that the person who uses him must accept the name he gives? Even domineering has to be expressed in such a subtle and "demeanor" way? The world of immortals is indeed not something that ordinary mortals can understand.
Ren Yaoqi was silent for a while, then nodded meekly with a smile: "Okay."
As long as Xiao Jingxi is willing to help, she doesn't mind accommodating his hobbies.
Xiao Jingxi asked Hongying to call Dongsheng in, Ren Yaoqi folded the dried paper and gave it to Dongsheng, and then gave him a few words.
Xiao Jingxi did not interfere with their conversation, and went to the table to sit down and drink tea by himself.
Xiao Jinglin also sat back opposite him, staring at Xiao Jingxi's face thoughtfully.
"You blushed just now." Xiao Jinglin's voice was so low this time that only she and Xiao Jingxi could hear it.
"You read it wrong." Xiao Jingxi held the teacup's hand for a while, but his tone was still calm and gentle, without the slightest guilt, and returned a gentle and determined smile to his sister.
Xiao Jinglin propped her chin up, looked at him carefully for a while, and then came to the conclusion with a blank expression: "You lied."
Xiao Jingxi: "..."
When Ren Yaoqi asked Dongsheng to come back, he saw that the two brothers and sisters sitting at the table didn't speak, and the atmosphere was a bit strange. Involuntarily asked, "What's wrong?"
Xiao Jinglin opened her mouth to speak, but was interrupted by Xiao Jingxi first and gently: "It's okay, it's just that Lin'er remembers the daughter's banquet soon, and is worried about what talent she will perform at that time."
Ren Yaoqi looked at Xiao Jinglin, but saw that Xiao Jinglin's face seemed to freeze.
Just as he was about to ask a question, Xiao Jingxi smiled and said gently: "Mother specially invited a violinist to come into the mansion, and plans to teach her calligraphy and painting in person. So if she wants to go out in the future... I'm afraid it will be a little more difficult."
Saying that, Xiao Jingxi gave Xiao Jinglin a meaningful look, smiling like a brother who dotes on his sister.
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