Mu Yun carried two food boxes, and Nan Qing also carried two.
After leaving the kitchen, Nan Qing saw the little girls who lived in the same house in the yard. Xiao Shuang was still waving to her, and Nan Qing smiled at them as a greeting.
He said hello briefly and left.
Xiaoshuang pulled Xiaotang: "Xiaoqin has not forgotten us. I am so envious of Xiaoqin. She has become a maid in the eldest son's yard. Look at her dress, she is a first-class maid. What kind of luck is this."
"I'm not surprised. I think Xiaoqin is good-looking and it's only a matter of time before she becomes a maid in the hospital."
"Yeah, the first time I saw Xiaoqin, I thought she was very pretty, and her chest was so white."
"...Did you watch her bathing?"
"I accidentally saw her. She is so white and tender."
...
"Xiaoqin, Master asked you to go to the study to study ink."
Xie Lingmu had been in the study for some time, when Chen An suddenly walked up to Nan Qing and asked her to go in and study ink.
"Did you really call me?"
"Of course, my ears heard it right, go ahead." Chen An felt that this new maid was cute, but a bit unintelligent.
Nan Qing came to the study door, and she knocked gently.
Immediately, a man's faint voice came from inside: "Come in."
Nan Qing gently opened the door and went in.
Xie Lingmu, dressed in white brocade clothes, was kneeling next to the desk, which was covered with rice paper. He was practicing calligraphy with a wolf-hair brush in his long white fingers.
He was very quiet when practicing calligraphy. With his quietness and his temperament, Nan Qing almost thought that the people he saw before were all fake Xie Lingmu.
"What are you doing standing there stupidly? Come and grind."
He didn't even raise his head.
Nan Qing quickly walked to the desk. There was a black inkstone, a small pot of water, and a brand new ink stick in the box.
She held the ink stick and began to grind it on the inkstone. After grinding for a while, she picked up the small pot and dropped a drop of water, and then continued grinding.
The technique is not very good, but there are no mistakes.
Xie Lingmu paid attention to her movements from the corner of his eyes. Sure enough, this girl had been taught.
Nan Qing thought that this guy would make things difficult for her when there was no one around, but he didn't say anything or move until she finished grinding.
After grinding it, Nan Qing returned the ink stick to its place and knelt down to the side.
There was a mat beside it that was originally prepared for the maids who served. Nan Qing was very comfortable sitting on her knees. Xie Lingmu had been concentrating on practicing calligraphy and did not make things difficult for her.
The sun is shining brightly in September, and occasionally there are a few cicadas chirping outside.
Nan Qing had been sitting on her knees with all her strength, she was afraid that this guy would find a reason to bully her if she fell asleep.
I don't know how long it took, but suddenly Xie Lingmu's voice came: "Take these words and put them on the table by the window. When they are dry, roll them up and put them away."
"yes."
Nan Qing's legs were a little numb when she stood up, so she carefully picked up the rice paper.
The window is open, and the wet ink will dry quickly if placed on the window.
After Nan Qing arranged the rice paper, she almost bumped into someone when she turned around.
Xie Lingmu didn't know when he came behind her silently.
"Mr.. Gongzi."
"You were careless and damaged these words. Can you write them back?" Xie Lingmu got close to her, passed Nan Qing and picked up a piece of paper: "Little girl, how do you like the words I wrote?"
Nan Qing's back is the table. This man just takes paper when he takes it. Why does he have to take it through her and doesn't step back when he gets it?
She leaned back, tilted her head obediently and said with a smile: "Young master's words are naturally good. I heard that every word of your master is worth a thousand pieces of gold."
"Do you want to?"
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I originally thought that the heroine of the world would appear today, but I didn’t write, cover your face and say good night.