039 The Favor of Half a Steamed Bun in the Pictorial
Qi Yue raised his head to look at her, his peach blossom eyes sparkling with light. Under the candlelight, it was like a lake filled with golden sunlight, sparkling.
He opened the scroll and handed it to her hand: "This is for you."
Ning Yujin suddenly choked: "Give... me... mine?"
Seeing that Qi Yue looked normal and clear, and showed no signs of mental disorder, Ning Yujin accepted the scroll with doubts.
However, the moment her gaze fell, her eyes immediately widened.
In the scroll, which is about the same height as the person, a beautiful woman is strolling and looking back. Her long skirt is pulled to the floor, and her black hair is curled up. When she looks back, her eyes are curved into crescents, and there are shallow dimples between her lips, as if there are waves flowing down.
The painting is extremely delicate, every stroke is carefully outlined, and every place is carefully colored. The people in the painting are so vivid that they seem to be walking out of the painting.
And the person in the painting is none other than her, Ning Yujin!
It was obviously a painting to celebrate Aunt Zhao's birthday, but she was painted in it. What does this mean?
This means that painting to celebrate a birthday, being led the wrong way, and bumping into her yard by mistake are all fake!
This guy knew Aunt Zhao's thoughts from the beginning. Every step he took was not calculated by others, but he stepped into the trap on his own initiative!
What on earth does he mean?
Qi Yue was neither Aunt Zhao nor the eldest lady. She knew the temperaments of those two people, but Qi Yue was completely beyond her understanding.
Ning Yujin suddenly felt wary of something that was not within her control. She stretched out her hand to roll up the painting and pushed it back: "I can't have it."
Qi Yue pushed the painting back again: "This painting can be regarded as repaying your favor for half a bun that day."
"I told you I couldn't take it!" Ning Yujin was a little annoyed and pushed her back.
What kind of favor is half a bun? This Qi Yue is really funny.
If this thing is left here, it will be evidence of crime. If someone finds it, it can be said that it is a token of love given to her by Qi Yue.
She really doesn't need to give people any excuses.
Qi Yue looked straight at her, smiled for a moment, and pushed the painting over: "Keep it, maybe it will be useful in the future?"
Although the words were obviously for discussion, Ning Yujin always felt that she could hear a sense of irresistibility.
She hesitated for a moment this time, but took the painting, pouted and muttered: "What's the use of a painting?"
Qi Yue smiled leisurely: "If I become successful in the future, you can use this painting to return any of my conditions, what do you think?"
"Really?" Ning Yujin's face was full of displeasure one second, and she was happy the next second, "Qi Yue, you are a very kind person. A drop of kindness should be repaid by a spring. You
If you pass the test of moral character, you will definitely prosper in the future. Since you insist on giving this painting as a gift, and it is hard to refuse your kindness, I will accept it."
I happily put the painting away, hoping that it would be put to good use in the future.
This guy Qi Yue is so smart and full of talents. It will be a matter of time before he gets ahead. When the time comes, she will have to trick him!
Humph, who asked him to come here and influence her eating?
Qi Yue seemed to know what she was thinking, his peach blossom eyes sparkling under his thick and clear eyebrows, he looked at her and smiled softly.
The smile was playful and had an incomprehensible meaning, which actually made her feel a little flustered.
Is this Qi Yue really a scholar whose parents died and lost everything?
Ning Yujin couldn't help but lose consciousness for a moment. When she came back to her senses, Qi Yue was already standing in front of her bookshelf, flipping through a medical book in his hand.
After reading two pages, he looked up at Ning Yujin in surprise: "You wrote all the proofreading notes here?"
Ning Yujin curled her lips: "Didn't I write it or did you write it?"
"Haha, I underestimated you." Qi Yue smiled, calmly closed the page of the book and put it back.
That medical book is the latest version compiled by Daye Tai Hospital. It also records the most developed medical skills in Daye as well as prescriptions for various difficult and complicated diseases.
However, there are densely packed small-script annotations next to almost every page, not only pointing out errors and contraindications for medication, but also writing the most suitable prescriptions next to it.
If this book were to be circulated now, I am afraid that not only Daye, but also the medical level of the Thirteenth Department of Eastern Qi, North Vietnam, and Xizhou would take a big step forward.
He doesn't underestimate her anymore, he simply underestimates her too much!
It is a pity that such a woman should be confined to this small boudoir.
Just as I was about to say something, I heard someone whispering outside the yard, and someone outside the fence made noises when they stepped on gravel and branches.
Ning Yujin looked outside, shrugged, and laughed with some schadenfreude: "Look, you didn't leave just now, but now it's better, we're blocked."
Qi Yue sat down on the chair and said nonchalantly: "Isn't it good to block it? Marrying you seems to be a good idea."
Ning Yujin wrinkled her nose: "You have a beautiful idea!"
"Oh?" Qi Yue raised his eyebrows and smiled, his jewel-like eyes shining brightly.
Ning Yujin whispered: "You are the man Su Yuehua likes."
After saying this, I felt that the smile on his face was getting higher and higher, but the atmosphere around him was getting colder and colder, always giving people an eerie feeling.
Ning Yujin shuddered, reached out and patted his arm: "Okay, stop inking and follow me."
This time Qi Yue didn't say anything and followed Ning Yujin obediently.
Ning Yujin first asked him to hide in the corner, then ran to the door of the yard and closed the door vigorously. Then she led Qi Yue through the yard and around the small kitchen to a corner.
Qi Yue watched her hugging away the pile of dead grass and thorns, and suddenly became a little funny: "Drilling a dog hole?"
"What a dog hole! I dug this hole myself. Without this hole, I would have died in this yard." Ning Yujin cleared out the small hole that had not been used for a long time, and crawled over while lying on her stomach.
Her small body was convenient. When it was Qi Yue's turn, his slender figure curled up into a ball and moved over. That look made Ning Yujin laugh for a long time.
Even if this guy is wearing coarse linen clothes, he still looks elegant. Even if he snatches half a bun from her hand, he still looks elegant. Even if he is under the eaves, he will not lower his head.
But this gesture of digging into a dog hole was probably the most unsightly and embarrassing time he had ever seen.
Qi Yue patted the dust on his blue robe and couldn't help but laugh: "This is a special experience for once in my life."
Ning Yujin casually made some hay to cover the small hole in the corner, stretched out her hand and patted him on the arm: "Don't be so emotional, I know this place well, I will take you back to Qingqiuyuan."
After saying that, she shook her hand in pain and thought to herself, why is this guy's arms so hard, like a martial arts practitioner.
He and Qi Yue hurriedly walked around the path to Qingqiu Courtyard. When they were halfway there, they heard voices coming from the front. Two servants were standing not far in front talking.
She quickly pulled Qi Yue and squatted in the bushes nearby, gritted her teeth and cursed: "Fuck it!"
The intersection where the two people were standing was the place they must pass on their way back to Qingqiuyuan. It seemed that Aunt Zhao had already thought of a perfect plan.
Qi Yue wasn't nervous at all. Seeing Ning Yujin's furious look, he smiled and said, "Why don't you go back first? I have a way to escape."
Ning Yujin shook her head: "No, I have to keep you alive until you fulfill one of my conditions later."