After Chen Bin figured it out, he quickly got busy. Now that he was full of energy, he could finish his work early and chat with Wen Yi.
After Wen Yi had dinner and rested with Chen Ping for a while, he realized that Chen Bin had arranged so many courses for him. The distress in the old lady's eyes almost overflowed from her eyes.
"Mom, don't you feel that Chen Ping has become much heavier? This is a good thing, we should be happy."
"Yes, I know that Ping'er has grown up. A manly man can't let Bin'er take care of him all the time. It's time for him to help his brother share some of the burden."
The old lady held Chen Ping's hand and said, "The honor and disgrace of the General's Mansion cannot rest solely on your brother. You must study hard and try to help your brother as soon as possible. Do you understand?"
Chen Ping nodded silently, and Wen Yi said with a smile: "Take your time and don't put too much pressure on yourself. It's not advisable to encourage others to make things worse. I believe you can do it. Come on!"
He stood up and said: "Then I will go to the front yard to bring tea and water now, and you can have a good chat."
Chen Ping looked at Wen Yi's back and asked, "Mom, my brother has never had to be waited on by others before. Why does he want my sister-in-law to do it now?"
The old lady smiled and said: "Your sister-in-law is not here to bring tea and water, which your brother would be reluctant to part with. She is here to refresh your brother's mind."
Wen Yi approached the study cautiously and looked to the left and right. There was not even a guard. The security of the General's Mansion must be too poor. Why is it so different from what is said in movies and TV shows? What if an assassin comes or something?
Just as he was about to knock on the door, Chen Bin opened it from the inside. Wen Yi was startled and said, "Why didn't you say anything? You scared me to death!"
Chen Bin said in confusion: "I saw you lingering at the door, sneaking around and not coming in, so I had to come over and open the door for you. What are you afraid of with your own martial arts skills?"
Wen Yi argued: "What's wrong with me knowing martial arts? You can't be afraid of ghosts if you know martial arts. It's so dark here that there's no one around, so of course I'll be afraid!"
Chen Bin said speechlessly: "How can there be ghosts in this world? They are just people acting strangely, and they are just trying to trick you girls."
Wen Yi snorted and said, "Okay, go and get busy. Remember to call me when you need me, and the little cutie will appear right away!"
Chen Bin smiled and went about his business. He really had no time to waste.
After he left, Wen Yi took out the rice paper and carbon strips. It was said to be rice paper, but it was actually toilet paper. The surface was very rough, and the carbon strips could barely be used to draw.
Painting is Wen Yi's favorite. When she was young, she had no money, so she worked in a studio and watched other people's paintings.
Slowly, she really figured it out, and now she has no problem with simple drawings and simple sketches.
She was too bored the past few days, so she tried to draw a series, Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai, and she would just continue with the rest today.
In this way, the two of them were busy doing their own thing without disturbing each other. After Chen Bin finished his military duties, he looked up and saw Wen Yi lying on the table tinkering with something. He was afraid that she would be cold, so he picked up clothes and put them on her.
Seeing toilet paper spread out in front of her with strange patterns drawn on it, she asked, "What is this? How do you see it?"
Wen Yi kept answering with his hand: "This is a story, a poignant love story. I will tell you after you finish your work."
Chen Bin was extremely curious: "I have taken care of the important things, so there is no need to worry about the rest. Tell me, I want to know."
Wen Yi first introduced the characters. Men, women and children were drawn in different ways, and slowly moved from the first page to the second page.
After Chen Bin understood it, he started to read it himself. People who grew up reading military books are different. They were very fast and finished it in a short time.
It happened that Wen Yi had also finished drawing. Although this was a book, Wen Yi only selected the more important plots to draw, and used trivial things to connect the chapters together to make it understandable.
Chen Bin has become immune to Wen Yi's behavior. Although he is shocked, he is not surprised when he thinks that it was done by Wen Yi.
He looked at Wen Yi and said, "What is this?"
"Comic strips and comics are made into a book by drawing."
"What's the name of the book?"
"Liang Shanbo and Zhu Yingtai"
"Why were they painted to death?"
"I didn't paint them to death, it was the feudal system and the marriage arranged by their parents that killed them."
"But why can't this girl give her fiancé a chance? Maybe they can be in love for a long time and finally be happy with each other?"
"Let me ask you, if you have a woman you like, but your mother asks you to marry Chen Ke and arranges an engagement for both of you, how will you treat her? Are you willing to marry her and force yourself to be happy with her in the future?"
Chen Bin shook his head. If he couldn't marry Wen Yi, he...
"Do you understand? Once your sweetheart appears, there will only be two types of opposite sexes in the world: your sweetheart and other men or other women, right?"
Chen Bin couldn't answer. This question was a double-edged sword. It was right for him, but not right for Wen Yi, because Wen Yi was arranged by his parents. How could he admit that he was Ma Wencai?
"By the way, can you write a title for me on the cover? Just write the two characters Butterfly Lovers."
"This is your first book, why don't you write it yourself?"
Wen Yi said awkwardly: "I can't read, don't you know?"
Chen Bin felt that Wen Yi was here to test his bottom line. How could he dare to believe that the daughter of the Minister of Household Affairs was illiterate?
"Wen Yi, do you believe it yourself? The children of Lingcheng's aristocratic families are illiterate? Huh?"
For a moment, Wen Yi really wanted to tell Chen Bin to forget it, to tell him that the person in front of him now was not the so-called daughter of the Wen family in Lingcheng, and to tell him that she was just a lonely soul in another world.
The words reached her lips but she swallowed them again. She didn't dare to say them, and she didn't dare to gamble. She thought about it and said it later.
He randomly changed the topic and said: "It doesn't matter whether you believe it or not, whether it makes sense or not, what's important is that I just can't read. What? You don't like me? Do you think I've embarrassed you?"
Chen Bin looked at her and said, "I just can't believe it. I don't look down on you. Stop talking nonsense." It's obvious that she looks down on herself, but she's very capable of knocking someone off her head.
As he spoke, he walked to the table with the book and with a stroke of his pen, it was done. Wen Yi looked at the two complicated words and couldn't find any trace of Butterfly Lovers, so he simply closed the book out of sight and out of mind.
Chen Bin picked up a document and asked, "Do you want to learn how to read it? How to read it?"
Wen Yi shook his head decisively. She didn't want to do it. Traditional Chinese characters were so difficult, let alone this dynasty that appeared out of nowhere. She couldn't learn it, she couldn't learn it at all!
Chen Bin opened the slip, not knowing whether he was annoyed by the contents or Wen Yi, but he closed it suddenly and threw it aside.
"What's wrong with you? Is it because of me?"
Chen Bin didn't want to say it at first, but he was afraid that she would misunderstand, so he had to reply: "No, it's a political matter. The border and bank affairs are tense now, and there are quarrels down there every day."
Wen Yi looked at Chen Bin and said, "What I want to ask you today is, have you planted an insider somewhere else?"
Chen Bin suddenly stared at Wen Yi, who was silent, illiterate, skilled in martial arts, bold and rough in speech, and neat in doing things. All of these were definitely not the style of a lady from aristocratic family.
So who is she?
