Han Xu looked at Jiang Yingnian's arm and saw that he had no choice but to let him go.
Guan Jiyu knew that he was in the wrong, but he didn't want him to cause trouble to the eldest son Jiang Qing, so he had to swallow his anger and listen to his orders for many days. When he was not busy, he would do some work of serving tea and water for him.
"You are one of my own family, don't you think your situation is too small? Don't always earn performance with your eldest brother. When you are free in the future, you should also come to the third young master more often." Jiang Yingnian was half-leaning on the couch, feeling uncomfortably.
Eating grapes, spitting out grape skins, and giving "kindhearted" teachings.
Guan Jiyu was too lazy to look at him and went straight to the point: "It's been more than half a month and you're almost fine. I won't come over tomorrow."
When Jiang Yingnian heard this, he quickly sat up and said, "How can that be done? You don't just want to leave me like this, do you?"
Guan Jiyu curled his lips and ignored him, but he had to raise his eyes, stared at him and said helplessly: "Don't forget that I still have a competition. Tomorrow is the last day of preparation."
She said it solemnly, as if she was just informing him.
Who in the entire Qingzi Camp, and even the entire Jiang Mansion, doesn't know that she values martial arts competitions more important than life? In Guan Jiyu's consciousness, no one or anything can compare to participating in martial arts competitions among major camps.
No one can affect her game.
What's more, Jiang Qing informed everyone in Qingzi Camp not long ago that the imperial court will pay more attention to the competitions between the north and south and the major camps in the capital in the past two years, and will vigorously promote this type of merit-recording competition. Everyone has the mission to support Beizhong.
On the border, everyone should feel honored to be a member of General Xiang's command and serve the country loyally.
Guan Jiyu is only fifteen years old now, which is not the age for selection in the northern military camp. Moreover, there is no precedent for women to enter the camp before.
But she wanted to go, so she told Jiang Qing her idea. Jiang Qing thought about it for a long time and just asked her to work harder. If she could come out on top in every competition, he would have the confidence to write her name on the list submitted to the north.
name.
"Tsk, tsk, tsk, you don't have to!" Jiang Yingnian raised his eyebrows and teased: "Who doesn't know that you steal someone's attention every time you compete in martial arts? Give others a chance."
Guan Jiyu remained silent, his lips showing disdain.
Jiang Yingnian suddenly sighed quietly and said bluntly: "Tomorrow is the Ghost Festival."
"So?" she asked.
"It's my birthday. My birthday is the Ghost Festival. I asked Han Xu to book a table at Zui Qing Lou. There are only a few people who are friends with me. You have to come over." Jiang
There was no trace of joking on Yingnian's face, and when he talked about his birthday, he actually felt a little lonely.
The few people he had made friends with...were not the famous playboys from Nanqin's Zhao family and the Cheng family. Guan Jiyu knew without even thinking that, as the saying goes, birds of a feather flock together, so let her sit at the same table with them for dinner.
No matter how I think about it, it feels awkward.
Guan Jiyu simply refused, "You also said that you called a few people who are friends with you, but I am not friends with you?"
"Just come, there will be more people and it will be more lively. It's my birthday once a year." He blinked, still insisting.
She said it as if someone has several birthdays a year. Guan Jiyu shook her head. She always kept in mind the phrase "work is better than hard work, and waste is not play" in her mind. Because she accidentally injured Jiang Yingnian's arm, she had already been delayed.
Too much time. I heard that during this competition, Lanze camp in the capital had a powerful character. With the last day left, she had to practice on the school field no matter what to deal with the new opponent safely.
Guan Jiyu still said firmly: "I don't want to go."
But I heard him whisper softly: "When I was a child, every year on my birthday, my mother would make me my favorite eight-treasure rice early in the morning, and at nightfall we would go and put out river lanterns together."
She was not used to Jiang Yingnian's smiling face. When he mentioned these things inadvertently, there was a hint of disappointment in his voice, but he seemed to be unable to let go of a lot of worries.
The loneliness on his face became deeper and deeper.
"My mother is gone, and there is no one to eat rice with rice pudding with me anymore. My brothers don't like sweets, and they are very busy, so I will never eat rice with rice pudding, and even other sweets.
I almost stopped eating."
"You go, Guan Jiyu, I don't like to force you. If you really don't want to come, then forget it."
He closed his eyes and turned over, facing away from her.
Guan Jiyu looked at his back, thoughtfully, and silently stepped back.
Finally unable to sleep, and the night was still deep, Guan Jiyu got up and went to the school grounds.
In the empty school grounds, she was the only one holding the red tassel spear tightly in her hand, swinging the spear with precision, and mastering every move. She turned over and landed on her feet, standing alone on the moon.
The delicate feet fall to the ground and stir up light dust, and the wind blows and sweeps away the night moon.
The red tassel is floating, and so is the black hair.
After working hard all night, Guan Jiyu was almost in line with the standard in his heart just in time for sunrise.
The sun shone on her thin face. She pursed her lips and looked at the light in the east, then put away the red tassel gun.
I looked in the direction of the kitchen again and saw that smoke was already rising.
Everything is just right.
The door of Jiang Yingnian's room was wide open and there was no one in the room. Guan Jiyu looked at the food box in his arms and was about to put it on the table when he heard footsteps.
Han Xu passed by the door and saw her, and asked doubtfully: "What are you doing here? The young master and the others have already gone to Zuiqinglou. Please let me come back and take the wine he has collected."
Guan Jiyu nodded, handed the food box to Han Xu, and said, "That's just right. Go over and bring this to Jiang Yingnian and say... just wish him a healthy new year."
When it came to wishing him a healthy new year, Guan Jiyu felt embarrassed and seemed to have difficulty saying something unspeakable.
Han Xu looked embarrassed, looked at the two jars of wine in his arms, and said: "Why don't you send it over with me? You see, I can't take it anymore. Today is different from usual. I can't handle your thoughts.
How about asking someone else to deliver it to you?"
Guan Jiyu hesitated for a moment and had no choice but to agree.
Zuiqinglou is indeed the largest restaurant in Nanqin. It was already bustling with people early in the morning. Guan Jiyu followed Han Xu and walked up the stairs three times before walking to the private room where Jiang Yingnian and the others were.
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In the private room, in addition to a few young men who always liked to hang out with Jiang Yingnian, there were also two or three more promiscuous women.
Seeing Guan Jiyu come in, one of the good-looking women leaned towards Jiang Yingnian beside her, and said in a charming voice: "Master Jiang, why did you call other women besides us?"
Jiang Yingnian looked up and saw her appearing here, unable to conceal his surprise.
Next to him, Zhao Zhou, the young master of the Zhao family, waved his folding fan and said with a smile: "It turns out she is the younger sister of the eldest brother. What is the younger sister holding in her hand? Put it down quickly and sit down here."
Cheng Xun, the son of the Cheng family on the other side, also cheered: "Dear guest, distinguished guest, I have been waiting for you to come for a long time, and you are finally here."
But Jiang Yingnian's face was only surprised for a moment, and then returned to normal. He took a sip of the tea in the cup, stopped looking at her, and said nonchalantly to the woman beside him: "How can she be considered a woman? That is my eldest brother Qing."
A disciple in Ziying."
The woman next to Zhao Zhou looked at Guan Jiyu carefully. She was still wearing Qingziying's martial arts training uniform and a white sleeved shirt. Only half of her dark hair was tied up on top of her head with a green hairband, and the other half was scattered freely.
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There was no makeup on her face, and her face was green and reserved. The woman looked at it and said with a smile: "The gentlemen do take good care of this sister, but today the people sitting at this table are all singing and dancing to celebrate Mr. Jiang's birthday."
I'm afraid my sister won't be able to do it."
Guan Jiyu's chest felt tight and he said out of breath: "I can't do it."
She didn't plan to stay here long.
Guan Jiyu put the food box in his arms on the table and said in a cold voice: "You can't be called my sister. She is just a rough martial arts practitioner under the eldest son. She should not be in this elegant hall. Everyone, please continue. I will take my leave now.
Jiang Yingnian stared at the hand holding Guan Jiyu and couldn't help but say: "Cheng Xun, don't touch her."
Cheng Xun raised his eyebrows with a playful look on his face. Jiang Yingnian mentioned this girl whenever he had something to do. They said he was thinking about this girl, but he refused to admit it.
Now that I see his real reaction, I understand in my heart. Since the third young master of the Jiang family is so tough-mouthed, he can play with it.
"Okay, okay." Cheng Xun let go of his hand, "My sister is really extraordinary, and she deserves to be the person under my eldest brother."
Cheng Xun opened the wine Han Xu brought and poured it into the bowl.
"My sister can go when she wants, but you have to drink wine, right? This bowl of wine is dedicated to Brother Jiang who worked hard to nurture you. You should drink it, right?"
Guan Jiyu frowned slightly. He was talking about the eldest son, who was more affectionate than reasonable. She would never be able to use any excuse to deny the eldest son's kindness...
You should drink this bowl of wine!
Guan Jiyu picked up the bowl and drank it in three or five mouthfuls until he raised his head and finished the drink.
Her throat instantly felt hot, choking her to the point of bursting into tears.
Cheng Xun continued to fill it up, poured another bowl for himself, and said: "This second bowl of wine, brothers from Qingziying, everyone knows that you represent the face of the entire Nanqin, this bowl of wine, brother and you
Let’s drink together and wish you a successful start in tomorrow’s game.”
Guan Jiyu was so spicy that his heart burned. Before he knew it, Cheng Xun had already finished the drink. Seeing everyone looking at him, he had no choice but to drink it.
After finishing this bowl, Guan Jiyu felt that her cheeks were already filled with heat. She had practiced kung fu all night, and so far she had not eaten a grain of rice. She drank too much wine, and soon she felt her feet become weak.
"As for the last drink——"
Cheng Xun poured a bowl of wine and stuffed it into Jiang Yingnian's hand.
"We can't forget our most important Third Young Master today. He is naturally the eldest today. Sister, you should have a drink with him."
Seeing her face flushed, Han Xu couldn't help but feel that the scene was not pretty, and quickly reminded Jiang Yingnian in a low voice: "Young Master?"
Guan Jiyu didn't move. Her vision was slightly blurred. She calmed down and looked at Jiang Yingnian. He was still sitting there with a wine bowl in one hand, with no expression on his face.
Seeing that she didn't move, Jiang Yingqing smiled and said, "It's my duty to drink, so I'll drink."
He raised his head and drank it all in one gulp, and everyone at the table cheered.
"We are busy in Qingzi camp, so go back. Tomorrow is more important, so don't delay." Jiang Yingnian put down the wine bowl and said to her with a smile on his lips.
This expression of whether he was smiling or not made her feel strange.
Obviously yesterday he was still...
Guan Jiyu had long known that she was out of tune with the people at this table. After downing two large bowls of wine, she felt a little confused and looked at the untouched food box she had brought beside the table.
At this moment, she felt like she was just like that food box. The inferior things in it should not appear on this table filled with gold bottles and jade food. And she should not appear here either.
"Third Young Master is joking. No matter how busy we in Qingzi Camp are, we dare not ignore Third Young Master's birthday."
She was quite hateful, and she said this through gritted teeth.
Jiang Yingnian couldn't help but raise his eyes and look at the girl in front of him carefully again.
