This time Ning Yujin was sure that she was not hallucinating, but that someone was really coming.
And, he’s still a man!
In ancient times, a woman's boudoir was definitely a forbidden area for men. Even for servants, the housekeeper would only dare to send his mistress, who was still a child, to avoid gossip.
And the man who came to her openly at this time...
Ning Yujin's eyes suddenly darkened, and she rushed out the door and asked in a cold voice: "Who?"
"I'm Qi Yue, I'm sorry to bother you."
The light and elegant voice came into the house through the many thresholds, and Ning Yujin finally heard a hint of familiarity.
Qi Yue, it was indeed him.
Ning Yujin leaned back on the chair and couldn't help but say two words: "Fuck it!"
She knew that Aunt Zhao would definitely make a fuss about the two of them, but she didn't expect that she would be so direct and send them directly into her yard.
Then wouldn't it be pointless if she worked so hard to hide in the house and pretend to be sick for most of the day?
But thinking about it, Aunt Zhao probably thinks that there is no way in this world that is more sinister and more effective than destroying a woman's reputation.
When she thought of this, she couldn't help but curl her lips and sneer, then rushed out the door and said: "Go back, there is no one here."
She has said so, if Qi Yue still doesn't leave, then his IQ will be doubted.
After saying that, regardless of anything else, she lowered her head and continued eating.
There were so many delicious things waiting for her to destroy, so she didn't have the time to waste her expression on those annoying things.
As soon as I swallowed a crystal ball, I heard an elegant laughter, as refreshing as the rain hitting the banana trees: "Miss Ghost, you are so polite."
Ning Yujin suddenly coughed and raised her head suddenly.
She saw that Qi Yue had already walked in front of her, still wearing the same coarse linen clothes. Although it was old, it was very clean and tidy.
The gray old hairband was almost submerged in the cloud-like ink hair. His eyes were slightly raised, as if they were blooming with two magical peach blossoms, and his lips were pursed in a half-smile, which made people feel a bit stunning.
Her mouth slowly opened wide, and the crystal ball in her mouth almost fell on the table.
After two more dry coughs, she quickly came to her senses. After swallowing the pill, she raised her eyes and glared at him in displeasure: "What the hell, Miss?!"
"Since there is no one here, there are only ghosts." Qi Yue said matter-of-factly, and sat opposite Ning Yujin as a matter of course.
With such a big moving danger source next to her, Ning Yujin suddenly lost interest in eating. She pulled the handkerchief next to her and wiped her hands while saying, "What are you doing here?"
Qi Yue glanced down at the large table of dishes, smiled slightly, and repeated his classic answer: "I'm hungry."
Ning Yujin suddenly wanted to stuff the whole roast duck into his mouth.
After thinking about it, the world is so wonderful and there is no need for her to be so irritable, so she gave up her more arrogant approach, took the chopsticks and stabbed them fiercely on the roast duck, and curved her lips with a smile: "Please.
"
Qi Yue was honest and polite. He picked up the chopsticks and started eating other dishes without any hesitation.
His movements and gestures were as casual as if he were at home!
Ning Yujin felt unbalanced when she saw it. You make me feel uncomfortable eating, why should I make you feel comfortable eating?
She put her legs up on the chair, put her elbows on her knees, and shook angrily: "Speaking of which, if you can't just stay in Qingqiu Courtyard, why are you here in my poor yard?"
Qi Yue raised his head and glanced at the room, and answered the question unreasonably: "The yard is indeed quite dilapidated, but the food and clothing are pretty good."
Hehe, this guy has a pretty good eye.
Ning Yujin squinted at him, shaking her legs harder and harder, and the table began to shake slightly.
"Tell me, did Aunt Zhao ask you to come?"
"Absolutely." Qi Yue narrowed his peach blossom eyes and said casually, "Two days ago, a young boy came to my room and gave various hints, asking me to paint a picture on her birthday to please her. Today, someone came again
You led me the way, but half of them disappeared. I came here when I saw the lights were on, and I didn’t expect to see Miss Ning San again. It was really fate."
Ning Yujin jumped up immediately after hearing this, barely reaching out to poke him between the eyebrows: "Fate, you big-headed ghost! You are stupid. It is obvious that they are trying to trick you, and you are still digging a hole.
Jump inside, if someone comes in now and sees us alone in the same room, it will really be a crime for us!"
Qi Yue smiled broadly: "I've been here for so long, and you just realize it now?"
Well, she just wanted to show that the situation was critical so that this guy could leave quickly.
But currently, it seems that this guy is calmer than her.
She sat down again and continued to shake her legs, grumbling and saying: "Can't I have a long reflex arc? Can't I react now? It's better than you. Now I've jumped into other people's traps, and there are still some who haven't been fooled.
conscious."
Qi Yue narrowed his eyes and the smile on his lips became weaker: "How do you know that I didn't dance willingly?"
"Ah? What did you say?" Ning Yujin only saw the corners of his lips moving, but didn't hear what he said clearly. She couldn't help but hum, "Why do you, a grown man, talk like a little girl?"
Qi Yue smiled, put down his chopsticks, lowered his head and dusted the old blue robe on his body: "I had no intention of going to celebrate that aunt's birthday."
Ning Yujin blinked and looked at him with a little interest: "Why?"
Qi Yue raised his head and looked at her with a pair of peach blossom eyes: "It's up to me whether to marry or not, but it's not up to her to marry or not."
"Haha," Ning Yujin smiled rudely, "Speaking of which, if you are not trying to please your future mother-in-law, then what are you holding in your hands?"
Qi Yue was holding a painting scroll in his hand when he came in. If it wasn't the painting Aunt Zhao wanted, what else could it be?
This guy is obviously one of those people who follow the trend, but he insists on showing a noble attitude and speaking in such a loud tone. Who does he think he is?
However, no matter how you look at him, there is nothing in his demeanor, tone or demeanor that makes him feel inconsistent. It seems that when others say this, it is bragging, but when he says it, it is the right thing to do.
Ning Yujin tilted her head and thought for a long time, and finally came to the conclusion: This was probably closely related to his pretty good face.
Opposite me, Qi Yue took the painting and put it on his lap, stretched out his hand to caress it, and said calmly: "Auntie is an auntie. Even if everything goes wrong, even if the eldest son and eldest daughter in the entire Ningbo Mansion are her descendants, she will still be the aunt.
An aunt. When it comes to mother-in-law, she should be Mrs. Quan Ningbo both emotionally and rationally. Under the rule of the Emperor Shengjing, could it be that my uncle would take the lead in breaking the rules and spoiling his concubine and destroying his wife?"
"That's true." Ning Yujin nodded.
Even if Aunt Zhao was favored again, Ning Zhongjian would not be able to divorce the eldest lady and help her to become the queen. The relationships involved in marriages in this era are very complicated.
"That's alright. Even if I want to please, I should go and please the eldest lady. Why should I please her? Could it be that if she objects, the eldest lady will not marry me?"
Ning Yujin suddenly laughed: "I'm afraid the eldest lady is still eager to marry Ning Yuning to you."