After letting go of his stubbornness and lowering his head, he had no right to make a fuss. Coyotito was indeed tired from fussing for too long. After eating a full stomach, he suddenly fell into a deep sleep.
The master and servant, who had been tortured so much, finally had a peaceful sleep.
After getting enough sleep, she woke up and saw the sunshine when she went out. Wen Xin suddenly felt refreshed. When she saw Yu Qing waiting in the garden, her thoughts changed slightly.
She didn't say anything yet and went next door to have breakfast.
Xiao Hong accompanied him, and Yu Qing followed behind.
After sending Wen Xin to have dinner with the clan leader, Xiao Hong and Yu Qing also went to the main courtyard where people ate. The food here is not comparable to that of Xizayuan. The cooks are all from a group that cooks for the clan leader. Their cooking skills are obvious, and there is no shortage of ingredients. Some of the leftovers are not available to ordinary people.
Returning to the Jade Garden after the meal, Wen Xin went to sit down in the pavilion in the garden. Looking at the elegant garden scenery around her, she felt comfortable and said: "Xiao Hong, bring me a pen, ink, paper and inkstone."
"Yes." Xiao Hong agreed, walked out of the pavilion, waved to Yu Qing outside and said, "A Qing, come here and help."
"Okay." Yu Qing immediately followed her.
When he arrived at the door of the study, he was ordered by Xiaohong to wait outside the door.
After a while, Xiao Hong took out a bunch of study utensils several times and stuffed them into Yu Qing's arms. Then she left empty-handed, and Yu Qing followed behind with her things in her arms.
When they arrived at the pavilion, Xiaohong took them out of his arms and placed them on the stone table.
Wen Xin, who was sitting aside, looked at Yu Qing quietly from time to time and found that this person was still like that, not even looking at her from beginning to end.
She discovered this the second day after entering the Jade Garden. After meeting her, he would never look at her again, and he would look down at his feet slightly when asked.
It seemed like it was her duty to behave and not look at anything inappropriate, and it also made people feel more at ease. But she knew what he was like before. She still had fresh memories of the chatting, laughing and ease in the yard, but now it seemed that they were gone. The life that should have been there has become dull and dull.
Xiaohong, who had laid out the stationery, began to study ink again.
With his hands free, Yu Qing stayed away from the hostess as usual, walked out of the pavilion, and stood guard outside the pavilion with his back to her. You need to know that Wen Xin is not the only one who has the power to let him leave Yuyuan. There are differences between men and women. In order to be able to control Wen Xin's dowry, he must make the Wen family trust him. This is the basis for becoming Wen Xin's confidant.
Wen Xin was writing and drawing, obviously a little absent-minded, and she would glance at people outside the pavilion from time to time.
After enduring for a while, she suddenly said: "Xiaohong, go and tell Elder Fan that Zilong has started eating. Ask him if you can let Zilong out. It feels so uncomfortable in the cage. .”
"Well, okay." Xiao Hong turned around and left.
Wen Xin added, "I stopped by to see Sister Pingping and see how her senior brother's injury is doing."
"Okay, I know." Xiaohong looked like she didn't need to be reminded, turned around and left happily.
Of course, before leaving, I didn't forget to take a look at Yu Qing and the mistress. After thinking that it was in broad daylight, with servants working around and guards outside watching, I felt relieved.
The scene was quiet, men and women were not intimate, and the breeze inside and outside the pavilion was sultry.
Wen Xin glanced at Yu Qing's back from time to time as she was writing and drawing. She felt a little nervous, wondering if it would be inappropriate to talk to a man in private as a person waiting to be married. She hesitated several times, but finally took a deep breath. In one breath, he wrote down a few words and called out, "Aqing."
"Here we are." Yu Qing responded, and went in with his hands tied. He stood by and asked, "What are your orders, Miss?"
Wen Xin: "You are also a person who can read and write. Look at how well I write these words."
"Miss's words are of course..." Yu Qing, who finally raised his head, tilted his head to look at the words on the paper. When he saw three big words, his words stopped suddenly, and his expression became a little confused. He quickly glanced at Wen Xin and found that the other party was staring at Looking at himself, his eyes quickly turned away, and he said: "Of course it's very good."
The three big characters on the paper are none other than the three characters "The world is good".
Wen Xin just wanted to write it down to see his reaction, and she saw that the reaction caused by these three words to the servant was obviously abnormal, and it was very obvious. Yin Ya couldn't help biting her lip secretly, with soft eyes. If there is, if nothing, to someone.
Yu Qing, who was bowing his head and muttering to himself, was filled with surprise and doubt. He didn't know what this woman suddenly meant by writing these three words. Could it be that she knew who I was? It was impossible. The person who was beaten last time didn't even recognize me. It was impossible for Wen Yanan to recognize him.
Later, I thought that maybe I was overthinking it. Ash Heng was so famous that he seemed to be liked by anyone who knew how to dance and write.
Wen Xin: "Ah Qing, you can be regarded as a person who has read books. Have you heard that last year, Huiyuan got perfect scores in four subjects in the tribute test? He was also the most talented person on the gold list. Now he is known as the most talented person in the world. Heng?"
Yu Qing muttered in his heart again, but said: "I heard a little, I heard a little."
The weaker his momentum, the stronger her momentum, and she became less nervous.
Wen Xin: "Then do you know what these three words mean?"
Yu Qing glanced at the paper again, "I haven't read many books as a kid, so it probably means good things in the world, right?"
Wen Xin explained: "This is the inscription made by Ash Heng, a newly discovered flower girl, when she went to a restaurant to dine. She wrote the words 'The world is good' to praise the restaurant for its good food and wine."
Yu Qing said, "That's it."
Wen Xin slowly put down her pen and stared at the three words with envy in her eyes, "I have seen various words of praise for delicious food before, but I have never seen anyone praise them from such an incomparable perspective." "The world is good" are just three words that cannot be more vulgar. When put together, they create a picture of an immortal descending to earth and having a taste of the drunkenness of the human world. The words of the predecessors match each other, and it suddenly appears that they are piled up.
Just three words, such an artistic conception, it can be said that there is no one before or after. I am afraid that a real immortal can have such a mind and brew such an artistic conception. The Tanhualang is worthy of the name of the perfect scorer in the four subjects, and he is worthy of being the best in the world. Talented man! "
The corner of Yu Qing's mouth twitched, and in his heart, thousands of horses were galloping, and dust and smoke were everywhere.
It wasn't the first time he heard similar words. He couldn't even remember what he was feeling when he wrote those three words. After hearing it so many times, he even misunderstood it, as if he really had some artistic conception when he wrote it. It was as if he really was Ashheng.
He said dryly: "Okay, that's it, okay."
He was so stunned that he couldn't speak. Should he say yes or praise him? I'm afraid I won't be able to offend my conscience if I say it too well.
Wen Xin: "Tell me, how could he have such an artistic conception at that time and write such praise?"
This is a good answer. Yu Qing bowed slightly and said: "I don't know."
Seeing that he still refused to admit it, Wen Xin was not used to being aggressive in person, so she opened the piece of paper, dipped her pen in ink, and continued to write and draw.
After waiting for a while, without giving any instructions, Yu Qing slowly backed away and went to guard outside the pavilion.
After a while, Xiao Hong jumped back and ran into the pavilion to report: "Miss, Elder Fan said that Zilong cannot be released now. The reason why he said that he cannot release it is that you should not release it in the first place. Release it now." If it's gone, the purple dragon will still run away, and you have to get it used to it again."
Wen Xin, who had her pen hanging, was silent and nodded, "I understand."
Xiaohong: "I've met Sister Pingping. Mr. Zou is still lying on the bed. He said it's not suitable to move around now. He needs to lie still for a few more days to recover quickly. Alas, lying in bed for so many days is also a punishment. We must not catch that evil thief who has killed a thousand people, otherwise we will break his legs and throw him into a cell for three years!"
Yu Qing's hands resting on his abdomen, one picked at the back of the other.
Wen Xin didn't know whether he heard it or not, so he continued to write quietly, and suddenly asked: "What is Fifth Brother doing?"
Xiao Hong: "I don't know, why don't you let A Qing ask?"
Wen Xin put down her pen and stood up, "No, we haven't been to uncle's house for a few days. We can just go directly to visit fifth brother."
Going to see Wen Yanan? Yu Qing was a little confused.
The master and servant had already come out of the pavilion and passed by him.
Xiaohong looked back, waved and said, "Aqing, why are you dazed? Let's go!"
"Uh..." Yu Qing trotted over immediately. Instead of following them, he held his stomach and asked for leave: "Miss, I have some stomach discomfort. It's really inconvenient..." The meaning was obvious. It was inconvenient to follow him.
Xiaohong frowned, "Okay, why does your stomach hurt?"
Yu Qing: "Maybe it's because I've never had good food before. The food here is so good that I haven't gotten used to it yet."
"Eh, that's disgusting. Go back, don't follow me." Xiaohong made the decision directly, and this reason was indeed hard to force.
Yu Qing left as if he had been pardoned.
Wen Xin didn't say anything, didn't even look back, and kept moving forward as before, her eyes bright and smiling, and she bit her lower lip for a long time.
If the same calligraphy in the previous two paintings only made her suspect that they were written by the same person, then today, she was 90% sure that her servant was most likely the legendary person.
Her mood at this time was indescribable, joyful and exciting, and a little nervous. She wanted to tear the window paper, but she didn't dare.
Unlike the beginning, she just wanted to confirm if it was that person.
After being able to have people by her side more often, she was a little afraid, fearing that she would not be able to keep him after breaking the window paper. It was obvious that he wanted to conceal his identity. But if she never revealed the truth, she felt like her thirst was not quenched. She really hoped that the other party could communicate with her as Ash Heng, which was a spiritual desire.
She didn't lie, she did go to the big house, but it was just a formality, and then she left and went directly back to Yuyuan.
I went back to the pavilion to write and draw.
"Is your stomach okay?" Xiao Hong was concerned outside the pavilion.
Yu Qing rubbed his belly, "I feel much better."
Wen Xin, who was in the pavilion, suddenly turned his head and asked, "Aqing, are you willing to stay as a servant in the Wen Mansion?"
This statement made even Xiaohong stunned.
Yu Qing was slightly startled, but then he expressed his loyalty righteously, "I would like to follow you all the time and do my best for you."
Wen Xin: "Why?"
