Poor Lady

"Brother Zhuo, please stay." Qi Surong was about to leave with Ji Yun and others, but was stopped by a familiar voice.

She turned around and saw Feng Zhan and Liu Muhan coming together.

"I don't know what happened to the two of you?" Qi Surong asked.

Liu Muhan approached and frowned slightly when she heard "his" voice.

Feng Zhan said: "I had a relationship with my little brother a few days ago, and we finally meet again today. Can you enjoy the light and have a glass of water and wine?"

Qi Surong refused: "I'm sorry, I have something else to do, I'm afraid I'm going to spoil the gentleman's good intentions."

"It's such a pity, we'll make an appointment next time." Feng Zhan smiled brightly. Now that he knew his name, he was not afraid of finding someone.

Qi Surong bid farewell to the two of them, and got into the same carriage with Ji Yun and others to leave.

Yuan Xi didn't know where he went, Qi Surong didn't care, he just waited to go back and asked.

In the car, Sun Junxuan talked about today's competition with great interest and praised Qi Surong.

Ji Yundao: "This time Yingshu Pavilion is in the limelight, I am afraid that it will be missed by the four major academies in the future."

"So what?" Sun Junxuan said indifferently, "Wen Dou compares talent and learning, their skills are inferior to others, who can blame?"

Ji Yun said no more.

Huang Zheng has been smiling naively.

Qi Surong observed a few people secretly, Ji Yun was relatively stable, Sun Junxuan was outgoing, and Huang Zheng always greeted people with a smile and was quite open-minded.

Who would have thought that these three youths who were still childish in front of them would all be influential figures in the court in the future.

Thinking about the future, Qi Surong's expression became solemn unconsciously, her eyes were deep, and her body revealed a mysterious aura that didn't match her age.

Ji Yun was the first to notice the difference, as if he was seen through by the young man in front of him.

He looked at Qi Surong sharply.

Qi Surong calmed down and returned to normal.

Going to Yingshu Pavilion, Qi Surong parted ways with several people.

Ji Yun watched the carriage go away, Sun Junxuan patted his shoulder and asked, "What's wrong?"

"'He' doesn't look like a twelve- or thirteen-year-old child at all." Ji Yun said.

"How do you say this?" Sun Junxuan asked strangely.

"I don't know, it's just a feeling." Ji Yun's face was dark.

Huang Zheng smiled and said: "'Looking at the public character, it looks like a long pine and upright.

After saying these meaningful words, he turned around and walked into Yingshu Pavilion humming a song with his hands behind his back.

Ji Yun and Sun Junxuan looked at each other, and immediately followed.

Qi Surong changed her clothes and returned home.

After dinner, she went back to her room. I was about to wash my hands when I heard a knocking sound outside the window.

She was moved and said to Ping'er, "Ping'er, go and sort out the materials you need for tomorrow's work. Prepare a few more copies. I want to compare the patterns."

Ping'er bowed, turned and left the room.

Qi Surong opened the window and saw a familiar figure leaning against the window.

She tilted her head to look at him and asked, "Young Master Gu, what's your reason for visiting the little girl's boudoir late at night?"

"It's only for the search." Gu Jinyun answered concisely.

Qi Surong pursed her lips and said, "If Hua'er doesn't allow you to explore?"

"Then take it off." Gu Jinyun stretched out his hand, took off the hairpin from Qi Surong's bun, and let his long hair loose and brushed across his face.

Qi Surong glared at him strangely. Since that night, the man's actions have become more and more arrogant.

Gu Jinyun jumped into the room, took out the glass bottle in his hand, shook it in front of her, and said, "The first batch of wine is out."

Qi Surong originally wanted to make a few remarks, but her eyes lit up when she heard this. I took the glass bottle, opened the cap, and immediately smelled a smoky aroma of wine.

"Try it?" Gu Jinyun took out two more glass cups.

"Okay." Qi Surong filled the two cups, and the crimson liquid radiated gem-like luster under the candlelight, which complemented the delicate glass cups.

"It's so beautiful." Qi Surong raised his glass and praised.

Gu Jinyun's eyes lingered on her jade-like fingers, which were more charming than glass glasses and wine.

"I'll try it first." Qi Surong raised his glass and took a sip, a soft feeling lingered on the tip of the tongue, with a bit of greenness in the sweetness.

"How?" Gu Jinyun asked.

"Unsatisfactory." Qi Surong commented, "The taste still lacks a little."

Compared with the wines she had tasted in her previous life, there was a little less flavor and precipitation.

"Well, I think so too." Gu Jinyun said, "Maybe the newly planted grapes are not sweet enough, and the brewing process is a little loose. The second batch should be able to improve the quality."

(The grapes here are set as winter and summer varieties. Winter grapes are sweeter, and summer grapes are more juicy.)

"Then I'll wait and see." Qi Surong raised his glass to him with a smile, and took another sip.

Gu Jinyun stared at her for a while, and said, "Wake up the world today, Wendou, I'm going too."

"Oh?" Qi Surong glanced at him unexpectedly.

"You are too conspicuous." Gu Jinyun said.

Qi Surong peeked at his expression and found that he was not unhappy, so he felt relieved secretly.

Strange, why should she worry about him being unhappy?

"Be careful," he urged. The woman in front of her did not know that on her way back, someone was secretly following her. It may not be malicious, but it is easy to create extraneous branches.

"Well, I know." She was so bold because of his escort. She knew better than anyone how shocking her behavior was, and only the man in front of her would tolerate her.

"Participating in Wendou, I have no objection." Gu Jinyun said again, "but don't get too close to those men."

"Huh? Who are the 'those men' you're talking about?" Qi Surong asked with a smile.

"Liu Muhan, Feng Zhan, Ji Yun, Sun Junxuan, Huang Zheng, and Yuan Xi." Gu Jinyun called by name.

Qi Surong lowered her head and bit her wine glass, and smiled secretly.

"Did you hear it?" Gu Jinyun suddenly leaned over to her ear, and the warm breath sprayed on the side of her face.

Qi Surong leaned back, and her waist was immediately embraced by a large hand.

Gu Jinyun pulled her into his arms and stared at her with burning eyes.

Qi Surong moved uncomfortably and whispered, "Let go of me."

"Don't let it go."

"My maid will be back soon, how about seeing us like this?"

"If someone comes, I'll know."

"Then when are you going to hold it?"

Gu Jinyun thought for a moment and replied, "Hold it until you finish the wine in your glass."

Qi Surong looked at the wine glass in her hand and said helplessly, "I'm not good at drinking."

"I'll help you." Gu Jinyun freed one hand, took the wine glass, raised his head and took a sip.

Qi Surong was about to praise her when someone suddenly lowered her head and kissed her lips, pouring all the wine into her mouth.

The lubricating/smoothing liquid flowed on the tongues of the two of them, and an intoxicating incense lingered on the tip of the nose.

Gu Jinyun moved his lips away reluctantly, looked at the blushing cheeks of the woman in his arms, and said in a low voice, "I drank half a glass for you, and you drink the rest."

This is complete bullshit!

Qi Surong said angrily, "Why did you drink it just now? You gave it to me."

"No, I drank too. I drank more than you." He handed over the glass and said, "Half a glass left."

Qi Surong grabbed the wine glass angrily and drank it all at once.

Before she could swallow it, Gu Jinyun kissed her again and took the wine from her mouth.

Tossing and sucking, wanton taste.

Qi Surong's brain was a little dizzy, and she leaned weakly in his arms, wanting to resist, but couldn't help but yearn for more.

In the last life, she owed this man too much. In this life...she was startled, pushed him away suddenly, took a few steps back, and turned her face away and said, "You are too far away."

When I was with him, I always felt intimacy unconsciously and completely forgot to fortify.

She didn't know how to respond to him, and if she became his wife again, she would probably cause him trouble.

But, is she willing to be gentle with him?

"What are you afraid of?" Gu Jinyun asked, seeing the retreat and hesitation in her eyes.

Qi Surong was silent.

Gu Jinyun walked to her side, raised her chin, and said seriously, "Don't be afraid, I will accompany you."

"Stay with me? Even if I cause you great harm, will you stay with me?"

"Since I have chosen, I will not regret it." Gu Jinyun replied, "No matter what happens, it is my own choice."

Qi Surong lowered her eyes: Jin Yun, no matter what, I will never make the same mistakes again. I am willing to give you my everything, but I cannot give you my promise. As long as the crisis of the Qi family is not resolved, she will never marry a woman in her life. Even if the two-year period has come, she will find reasons to shirk the blame.

But for the time being, please let her own this feeling selfishly.

At this moment, there were light footsteps outside the house, Gu Jinyun shook Qi Surong's hand and whispered, "I'll see you another day."

Saying that, he jumped out of the window lightly.

The door was pushed open immediately, and Ping'er walked in with a pile of materials.

"Miss, I've got everything."

"Well, put it on the table." Qi Surong straightened her appearance and ordered casually.

Ping'er let go of the things, sniffed around with her nose, and asked curiously, "What is this smell? It smells like wine."

"Oh, nothing." Qi Surong turned around and quickly hid the wine bottle and glass, feeling a little guilty.

Ping'er smiled strangely: "Miss, don't drink secretly, be careful I tell the old lady."

"Go ahead and talk." Qi Surong said calmly, "Anyway, your wages will be paid by me, and I will deduct it when I see it."

"Oh, miss, Ping'er is the most loyal, so why would you file a complaint? You must have misunderstood."

Qi Surong looked at her with a smile and greeted her, "Okay, go get some water for the lady, and I'll be busy after the grooming."

"Yes, Ping'er will go here."

Qi Surong shook his head amusingly, picked up a piece of fabric and rubbed it, and then seriously thought about embroidering for foreign envoys.

Although her father did not agree to her participation, she was always a little unwilling in her heart.

This is an opportunity. Once the embroidery is praised by foreign queens, the emperor will no longer dispose of the Qi family at will. As long as Wei Guo's friendly relations with foreign countries do not break down, her embroidery can become a barrier to protect Qi's family.

Anyway, she wants to try it too!

The author has something to say: I have seen many readers say the heroine Mary Su, but I think this kind of "Su" is within the normal range.

Let’s talk about embroidery first. If you read it carefully, you should have noticed that the heroine has lived through embroidery for ten years after losing her family. Embroidery is not only her talent, but also a life skill she relies on for a living, which has become a kind of capital.

Qin, chess, calligraphy and painting, the heroine has been taught since childhood. However, before her rebirth, her level was a little higher than that of her peers. What really elevated her was when she met her master in the last two years before her rebirth. At that time, her fingers were all broken, and it was her master who picked her up. After the injury was healed, in order to restore the flexibility of her fingers, her master let her practice various musical instruments, and took her to participate in a folk orchestra, where she met various folk masters, which can be said to be a collection of everyone's strengths. These will be written in the form of extras later.

I just want to say that the heroine's skills did not fall from the sky, but she practiced it little by little.

Of course, the extras have not been written yet, so it is impossible for everyone to know this, but even without these extras, the heroine will win for granted. Everyone only paid attention to the heroine's limelight, but did not contact the specific situation at that time.

The scores of the four-art competition are low, and they are not popular. The number of participants is only 20 or 30, and all of them are teenagers under the age of 20, including some underprivileged children.

I really can't think of any reason why a talented heroine who has been immersed in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since she was a child can't win such a four-art competition without competitors?