Scheme of the Official Descendant

The taste of Tanji roast duck in Yunyang city is not the same as that in Kyoto. Ren Yaoqi doesn't know where the difference is. Although it seems that the baking temperature and sauce are not different. Ren Yaoqi couldn't tell which one was delicious. She didn't have Xiao Jinglin's obsession with food.

Ren Yaoqi felt that Xiao Jinglin was very satisfied with the meal, because when they finished eating, Xiao Jinglin's table had basically no leftovers. She remembered that Princess Xiao seemed to have a good habit of not wasting food.

Three people so quietly ran out of lunch, and then the maid came in to wait on them to gargle their mouth and clean their hands.

When he sat down to drink tea, Ren Yao said, "young master Xiao, can I borrow your people?" Seeing Xiao Jingxi, Ren Yaoqi added, "just ask him to send me a letter."

"Let Hong Ying go." Xiao Jinglin is on the sideline.

Ren Yaoqi was stunned at the speech, and immediately thought that Xiao Jinglin's servant girls were also martial arts, and their skills should not be worse than Dongsheng.

"Hong Ying's skill is good, but if you want to sneak into the inner house, you'd better use my people." Xiao Jingxi said with a smile, "it's not that they haven't done such things as delivering letters."

He looked at Ren Yaoqi with a smile.

Ren Yaoqi was embarrassed when he looked at him with this kind of meaningful eyes.

The last time he asked Dongsheng to send her a letter, he didn't ask Xiao Jingxi what he meant. Although Xiao Jingxi doesn't seem to want to argue with her. But it made her feel a little pretentious.

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

This large private room must be used by people of high status, including some literati and refined scholars. Therefore, there is a mahogany book case two feet high against the wall with the four treasures of the study on it.

Ren Yaoqi went over and took a look at the paper and ink. They were all good things, but they were also some that could be bought in the pen and ink shop in Yunyang city. They were not special.

Hong Ying came over and asked in a low voice, "do you want to use ink?"

Ren Yaoqi nodded. She wanted to call the apple standing outside, but Hongying had already come to help her sharpen her ink. Ren Yao followed her.

A moment later, Ren Yaoqi wrote with his left hand, then stood in front of the desk and dipped his head in ink.

A light came in from the half opened window, just on her left hand. Her fingertips were crystal clear, like snow. At first glance, it was a bit dazzling, but the strength of holding the pen was calm without any stagnation.

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

Ren Yaoqi smelled a clear fragrance of medicine, but she concentrated on her writing.

It was not until the last stroke that Xiao Jingxi's voice rang out nearby: "are you used to writing with your left hand?"

Xiao Jingxi quietly takes his eyes back from Ren Yao's fingertips.

The reason why he asked was that Ren Yaoqi's handwriting with his left hand was very neat, although it had no special features. He had practiced it for many years. At Ren Yao's age, if he wrote with his right hand most of the time, he would not be able to practice his left hand characters so well, and there was no need for him.

However, he remembered that when Ren Yaoqi held the chopsticks, he used his right hand to hold the chess pieces, so he was inevitably curious.

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

Although there is only one word, it can make people feel that the words she wrote with her left hand are not from one person. Ren Yaoqi's handwriting is excellent, with a free and easy atmosphere in Qing Jun, which is very famous, which even her father is very satisfied with.

"Write with your left hand, just don't want to be recognized." Ren Yaoqi explained with a smile.

She has practiced right hand writing for more than 20 years, and even if she wants to change her handwriting, she can make it recognized by familiar people. Fortunately, she can see people with her left hand.

Xiao Jingxi is looking at that "Jing" word Leng Leng Leng.

In fact, when Ren Yaoqi wrote it casually, it might be because Xiao Jinglin was standing opposite the book case. Because they are already friends, so she did not worry about the so-called name taboo. But she forgot that there was a Jing word in Xiao Jingxi's name.

Fortunately, Xiao Jingxi's face soon calmed down. He picked up the paper as if nothing had happened, and then compared it with the letter written by Ren Yaoqi: "the right hand character is better than the left hand character." He said objectively.

Ren Yaoqi smiles and looks at him. He says, "it's natural. I usually use my right hand. Most of the time I write with my left hand is when I do something bad."

Xiao Jingxi looked at the smiling face close at hand and listened to her jokes on herself, but she couldn't help laughing.

Standing on the other side of the book case, Xiao Jinglin saw the two people behind the book case. One was a gentleman like jade, the other was gentle and beautiful. Each of them held a piece of ink paper in their hands. They looked at each other with tacit understanding. After a smile, they whispered. The picture was so harmonious that people couldn't bear to break it.The evil, never like poetry and songs and Fu, nor hurt the spring and autumn, the princess was a voice whispered: "from then on, green temples look at grass, red sleeves add fragrance, and the family members are suspicious of immortals, and the article is China."

Her voice was very small, so Ren Yaoji didn't hear it. She also did not see the expression on xiaojingxi's face standing beside her suddenly became very strange.

By the time she noticed, the two sons of Xiao had already returned to normal with a change of face. It was just his ears, and somehow suddenly he was red somehow.

Ren Yao period is talking to him about the arrangement after that, and he did not pay attention to the expression on his face.

Xiao Jingxi looked down at Ren Yao period's eyes and eyelashes, which were shaking while talking. The voice in his ear was very light and soft and pleasant. The steps he wanted to walk away were fixed in place, and he could not move at all.

It was strange, like suddenly hearing, vision, and smell were all very sensitive, but also fell into a nightmare, what we heard, saw, smelled was only related to that particular person. So the body's movements are locked up instead.

Xiao Jingxi suddenly was a little confused. According to the usual expression, it was impossible to appear on the face of xiaogongzi, who was like a fairy.

No one is really omnipotent, as it turns out. At least in the life of the omnipotent son Xiao, there is also a mystery that he cannot penetrate.

Of course, with our skills, it is only a matter of time and experience to understand these. Now he is only a young man who looks strong enough to be easily ignored.

"Son Xiao?" Ren Yao period saw xiaojingxi did not respond to her words, but he turned to call, but saw Xiao Jingxi watching her motionless, did not know what was thinking.

Fortunately, this sound she called made Xiao Jingxi return to God, and Xiao two sons hung his eyes, quietly and said, "let me go with you."

Ren Yao period looked at xiaojingxi strangely. She just asked if xiaojingxi could let Dongsheng send a letter. Then Xiao Jingxi thought for a long time to let her go with her.

Is winter life and Congxi not one person? Ren Yao period can not help but smoke the corner of the mouth.

Or is Xiao Jingxi a strange person who feels that he must accept the name he gave him? Even tyranny should be expressed so implicit and "demeanor"? The world of immortals is not understood by ordinary people.

Ren Yao period silence for a while, nodded gently and smiled: "OK."

As long as Xiao jingsikan helps, she doesn't mind to let go of his hobby.

Xiaojingxi asked Hongying to call in Dongsheng. Ren Yaoqi folded the dried paper to Dongsheng, and then gave him a few detailed instructions.

Xiaojingxi did not interfere with their speech, and went to the table and sat down and drank tea.

Xiao Jinglin also sat back to his opposite side, and some rare ones stared at xiaojingxi's face carefully.

"You've just blushed again." Xiao Jinglin is very quiet this time, only she and xiaojingxi can hear it.

"You're wrong." Xiao Jingxi took the tea cup hand, but the tone was still calm and mild, not a little heart empty, and returned to her sister a gentle and determined smile.

Xiao Jinglin was holding her jaw, and the young man looked at him in a small, half ring, and then came to the conclusion without expression: "you lie."

Xiaojingxi: "......"

Ren Yao period told winter to come back to see the two brothers and sisters sitting at the table did not speak, the atmosphere was strange. "What's wrong?" he asked

Xiaojinglin said to speak, but was interrupted by xiaojingxi step by step: "nothing, but Lin Er thought of the thousand gold banquet soon after, and was worried about what talent to perform at that time."

Ren Yao period looked at xiaojinglin, but saw that xiaojinglin's face seemed to be stiff.

Just about to ask a question, but listen to Xiao Jingxi smile and a gentle tunnel: "mother specially invited a piano player to enter the house, and also intended to teach her calligraphy and painting. So she wants to go out later I'm afraid it will be a little harder. "

Said Xiao Jingxi did not have a deep look at Xiao Jinglin, smiling like a beloved sister of the elder brother.

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