Scheme of the Official Descendant

The taste of Tan Ji roast duck in Yunyang City is really different from that in Kyoto. Ren Yaoqi doesn't know the difference, although it seems that the roasting temperature and sauce are the same.

Ren Yaoqi felt that Xiao Jinglin was very satisfied with his meal, because by the time they had finished eating, there was basically no more food left in Xiao Jinglin's case. She remembered that the princess seemed to have a good habit of not wasting food.

The three of them ran out of lunch silently, and then the maid came in and waited for them to rinse their mouths and clean their hands to clean up their dishes.

While sitting inside for a cup of tea, Ren Yaoqi said, "Young Master Xiao, I wonder if you can borrow someone from you?" Seeing Xiao Jingxi look over, Ren Yaoqi hurriedly added, "Just ask him to give me one. Letter."

"Let Hong Ying go." Xiao Jinglin said aside.

Ren Yaoqi was taken aback when he heard the words, and immediately thought that the maids around Xiao Jinglin were all martial arts, and their skills should not be worse than Dongsheng.

"Hong Ying has good skills, but if you want to sneak into the inner house, you should use my people." Xiao Jingxi smiled and said, "They haven't done anything like this."

He smiled and glanced at Ren Yaoqi.

Ren Yaoqi was a little embarrassed by his intentional eyes. The last time he asked Dongsheng to send him a letter, he never asked Xiao Jingxi what he meant. Although Xiao Jingxi didn't look like he wanted to care about her. It made her feel a little pretentious when she asked.

Xiao Jinglin didn't pay attention to the atmosphere between Xiao Jingxi and Ren Yaoqi, she thought about it and didn't say anything. Her maid has been following her at the border gate. Although martial arts are good, she is not familiar with the situation of every household in Yunyang City.

This large private room must be used by people with status on weekdays, including some literati, so there is a two-foot-high mahogany book case against the wall with the four treasures of the study.

Ren Yaoqi walked over and picked up the paper and ink and looked at it. They were all good things, but they were all available in the pen and ink shop in Yunyang City, and they were not special.

Hong Ying walked over hurriedly and asked in a low voice, "Miss, do you want to use pen and ink?"

Ren Yaoqi nodded. Originally wanted to call the Apple standing outside, Hong Ying had already stepped forward to help her polish the ink. Ren Yaoqi also followed her.

After a while, Ren Yaoqi held the pen with his left hand, then stood in front of the book case, bowed his head and started writing.

A light came in from the half-opened window, and it happened to shine on her left hand holding the pen. The fingertips were crystal clear like plain snow. At first glance, they were a bit dazzling, but the strength of the pen was calm. There is no stagnation at all.

Xiao Jingxi didn't know when she came over and stood by to watch her write.

Ren Yaoqi smelled a clear medicinal scent, but it made her concentrate more on the writing.

Until the last stroke fell, 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 asks this is because Ren Yaoqi's left-hand handwritten characters have no distinctive features, but they are very neat and tidy. At first glance, he has practiced for many years. At Yi Ren Yaoqi's age, if he writes with his right hand most of the time on weekdays, it should be impossible to practice left-hand writing so well, and it is not necessary.

But he remembered that when Ren Yaoqi was holding the chopsticks, he obviously used his right hand when holding the chess pieces, so he was a little curious.

Ren Yaoqi glanced back at Xiao Jingxi, thought about changing the pen to his right hand, and then took out a piece of white paper and wrote the word "Jing" on it.

Although there is only one word, it makes a discerning person feel that the word she had written with her left hand before was not written by one person. Ren Yaoqi's handwriting is excellent, with a sense of free and easy atmosphere in Qingjun, very famous, even her father is very satisfied with this.

"Handwriting with the left just doesn't want people to recognize it." Ren Yaoqi explained with a smile.

She has practiced right-hand writing for more than 20 years, and even if she wants to change the handwriting, she can recognize it by familiar people. Fortunately, she can also see people in her left hand.

Xiao Jingxi was stunned looking at the word "Jing".

In fact, when Ren Yaoqi wrote it, he just wrote it by hand, probably because Xiao Jinglin was standing opposite the book case. Because the two were already friends, she didn't care about the so-called taboo. It's just that she forgot that Xiao Jingxi's name also contains the word Jing.

Fortunately, Xiao Jingxi’s face quickly calmed down. If nothing happened, he picked up the piece of paper and looked at it in contrast with the written letter held by Ren Yaoqi: "Right hand The writing is better than the left-hand writing." He commented objectively.

Ren Yaoqi turned his head and glanced at him when he heard the words, half-truth and half-truth: "This is natural. I use my right hand on weekdays. I write with my left hand mostly when doing bad things."

Xiao Jingxi looked at the smiling face close at hand and couldn't help laughing as she joked about herself.

Standing on the other side of the book case, Xiao Jinglin saw the two people behind the book case, a gentleman, such as jade, and a gentle and beautiful person. Each of them held a piece of ink-stained paper in their hands, and smiled at each other in a tacit understanding. Then, whispered in a low voice. The picture is so harmonious that it makes people unwilling to break it.

The princess of ghosts and gods, who never liked poems and songs, nor did he like to hurt the spring and sad autumn, opened his mouth and muttered softly: "From then on, the green temple looks at the grass, * adds fragrance, the family suspects the fairy, article Hua Guo ."

Her voice was very small, so Ren Yaoqi didn't hear it. She also did not see the expression on Xiao Jingxi's face standing next to her suddenly became very strange.

By the time she noticed, Second Young Master Xiao had already returned to normal like a face change. It's just that his ears are pointed, somehow suddenly and inexplicably red.

Ren Yaoqi was talking to him about the future arrangements, and did not pay attention to the expression on his face.

Xiao Jingxi lowered his head and looked at Ren Yaoqi's trembling eyelashes as he spoke. The voice in his ears was very soft and soft, and it was soft and beautiful, making the steps he originally wanted to walk away to stay in place. Can't move.

This feeling is very strange, like suddenly hearing, sight, and smell become extremely sensitive, but I am also caught in a certain nightmare. What I hear, see, and smell is only related to that specific person. So the movement of the body was imprisoned instead.

Suddenly Xiao Jingxi was a little at a loss. According to common sense, it was impossible for Xiao Jingxi's face to appear on the face of Young Master Xiao, who was considered an immortal.

It turns out that no one is really omnipotent. At least in the life of the omnipotent Second Young Master Xiao, there is a mystery that even he cannot penetrate.

Of course, it is only a matter of time and experience to penetrate this with our second son's ability.

"Young Master Xiao?" Seeing that Xiao Jingxi hadn't responded to her words, Ren Yaoqi couldn't help turning his head and calling out, but saw that Xiao Jingxi was watching her motionless, not knowing what she was thinking.

Fortunately, the cry she shouted made Xiao Jingxi regain his senses. Second Young Master Xiao lowered his eyes and said calmly, "Let Tongxi go."

Ren Yaoqi glanced at Xiao Jingxi with a weird expression. She just asked Xiao Jingxi if she could let Dongsheng send the letter. Then Xiao Jingxi thought for a long time and replied to her to let Tongxi go.

Aren't Dongsheng and Tongxi alone?

Or is Xiao Jingxi who has a quirk and feels that those who use him must accept the name he gave? Does he even have to express his arrogance in such a subtle and "mannered" manner? The world of Immortal Land is really not something mortal can understand.

Ren Yaoqi was silent for a while, and nodded docilely and smiled: "Okay." As long as Xiao Jingxi is willing to help, she doesn't mind giving in to his habit.

Xiao Jingxi asked Hong Ying to call Dongsheng in. Ren Yaoqi folded the dried paper and handed it to Dongsheng, and then gave him a few words.

Xiao Jingxi did not interfere with their speech, went to the table and sat down to drink tea on his own.

Xiao Jinglin also sat back across from him, and she rarely stared at Xiao Jingxi thoughtfully.

"You just blushed again." Xiao Jinglin's voice was very small this time, only she and Xiao Jingxi could hear her.

"You're wrong." Xiao Jingxi took a teacup hand, but his tone was still calm and gentle, half-hearted, and returned a gentle smile from his sister.

Xiao Jinglin propped her chin, looked at him carefully for a while, and then came to the conclusion blankly: "You lied."

Xiao Jingxi: "..."

When Ren Yaoqi asked Dongsheng to return, he saw that the siblings sitting at the table did not speak, and the atmosphere was a little strange. I couldn't help asking: "What's the matter?"

Xiao Jinglin asked to speak, but was interrupted by Xiao Jingxi first: "It's okay, it's just that Lin'er remembered her daughter's banquet soon, and she was worrying about her talent.

Ren Yaoqi looked at Xiao Jinglin, but saw Xiao Jinglin's face seemed stiff. I was about to ask, but I heard Xiao Jingxi smile gently and honestly: "Mother specially invited the piano master into the mansion, and planned to teach her painting and calligraphy by herself. So in the future, she wants to go out...I am afraid it will be more difficult."

Saying that Xiao Jingxi, don't give Xiao Jinglin a meaningful look, smiling like an older brother who loves his sister.

RS