The Qin brothers and sister-in-law have come to Lujiang County, and the family dinner is not over yet.
There are no singing and dancing girls in the county, and the music of silk and bamboo cannot be heard. Even there are only four maids in these courtyards, and it is still very quiet this evening.
When the sky gradually darkened, light snow suddenly fell in the sky, and it was also silent.
Wang Xuanji had no interest in Buddhist scriptures. The letter she left in Luoyang seemed to have deceived Wang Gongyuan. In fact, she had almost no connection with Buddha. Xuanji put down the Buddhist scriptures and came to the study not far away.
She walked slowly in the study for a while, then walked to the place where Qin Liang usually sat, and knelt down at the banquet upright.
Whenever he takes a rest, the county officials do not have to work, so Qin Liang will write, draw, or meditate in this study. Wang Xuanji thought for a moment, then relaxed her body and sat with her legs bent.
posture. Then she leaned forward slightly, put her hand on her chin, frowned slightly, and stared at the cracked board in the middle of the room.
She tried her best to meditate, but all she could think about was: Why don't you replace the cracked boards?
But it only lasted for a moment, and she laughed out loud, shook her head slightly and thought: Forget it, he might get angry if she is caught imitating him later.
However, Zhong Ming seems to rarely get angry, especially towards Wang Xuanji. He usually speaks softly, but except for those times, he sometimes uses force and speed, which can be fatal.
Zhong Ming is also very busy. In the past three months, he has not had a day off.
But Wang Xuanji and Ling Jun never complained about him. In addition to knowing the reason why he worked so hard, Xuanji also liked the way men did business. She would have an inexplicable sense of stability, even if he said that the situation was not stable. What's more,
Zhong Ming is by my side and will come back every day.
Xuan Ji stretched out her thin white hands from her fox fur, held them in front of her red lips, blew a puff of white steam, and then looked through the things on the desks with great interest.
There were slips, Saeki paper, and other items, and next to them lay a brush that had not been cleaned and was stained with ink. When she saw how the hair on the brush was glued together, a shy blush suddenly appeared on her cheeks.
Xuan Ji moved her eyes to the paper. As long as she looked carefully, she could understand almost everything drawn and written on it. After all, Xuan Ji could read and even recite Confucian classics before.
The contents on the slips and papers include words and pictures about a plow for farming and how to fertilize the land. There is also a kiln for burning molten iron, and even a strange carriage with four wheels and two small ones on the front.
The last two are larger, with some components drawn in the middle.
Zhong Ming was such a talented person. He was not only good at martial arts and military strategy, but also good at writing articles. He could also govern the people and make new objects. He was busy working on these things, obviously to get more food.
Xuanji felt that she might be different from a real nobleman. Instead, she liked to see men who were capable and could do serious things.
Xuan Ji was having fun at this time, so she picked up the brush and carefully traced the circles of the carriage's wheels to make it look more like wheels. She dipped the inkstone twice more and drew a horse in front of the carriage.
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After a while, there were faint voices from the gatehouse. Xuan Ji got up from the banquet, walked to the wooden shelf where the slips were piled up by the wall, and looked through the open wooden door. After waiting for a while, she saw what was going on in the corridor.
There was a figure, but it was hard to see clearly in the evening.
So Xuanji calmly walked out of the study, walked along the corridor, and met Qin Liang and Lingjun without any surprise.
There are no outsiders in this courtyard, only Moye. However, Lingjun still bows to her and calls her "Gu". Seeing her meticulous bow, Xuanji has no choice but to return the favor. Lingjun is such a person and has long been accustomed to such a way of life.
It's just that Xuanji is not used to it yet. Seeing the pure and dignified Lingjun, who is even a bit elegant and fairy-like, with such exquisite etiquette, Xuanji will always see many scenes that are difficult to look at directly. What Lingjun dares to do,
She is more upright and polite than Xuanji, but Xuanji has always been uncomfortable with such a contrast.
Xuanji and Lingjun have been getting along for many years, but before, they only knew that Lingjun's attitude towards etiquette was almost harsh. She really didn't expect that she would become like that in front of Qin Liang... Based on Xuanji's attitude towards Lingjun
I understand, it must be because your husband thinks that the two of them are married, and your husband will think that serving your husband is a natural thing, so you are very relaxed.
Qin Liang also bowed and said, "Have you had your meal?"
Xuan Ji glanced at him, stopped her thoughts, smiled sheepishly, "I've eaten."
Qin Liang looked at her smile blankly, and sighed after a moment: "I can't let you attend the family banquet, so I'll be left out."
"It doesn't matter." Xuan Ji said softly. Qin Liang said: "I will definitely have the opportunity to introduce my aunt to my brother and sister-in-law in the future."
Zhong Ming is like this, he always feels that he is not good enough to Xuan Ji.
Ling Jun's voice said: "I think my brother and sister-in-law are pretty good people."
Qin Liang said: "My sister-in-law is fierce, so don't offend her."
As the three of them talked, they walked along the corridor to the door of the study. Qin Liang turned his head and glanced at the sky, let out a breath and said, "You go take a bath and rest first. I will go back to the room later."
Ling Jun said: "I will go and make a pot of hot soup for my husband."
Xuan Ji also said goodbye and returned to her room. After only staying for a while, she went to the study room silently, pretending to look for books on the wooden shelf and facing Qin Liang. At this time, Qin Liang looked at the case
He suddenly raised his head and looked this way and laughed "ha". Xuanji looked sideways and glared at him.
Qin Liang said: "Can I sit over here?"
Xuanji took a roll of slips and sat down at the table. Qin Liang stretched out his hand. Xuanji hurriedly grabbed his hand, took it out of Bai Huqiu's lapel, and whispered angrily:
"After a while, your Majesty came to see me and said that I delayed Zhongming from doing his business."
Qin Liang gave up and said, "She wouldn't say that."
Xuanji glanced at her paintings on the table and said with a smile, "I couldn't hold back for a while and made flowers for you."
Qin Liang said: "The painting is very cute. As soon as I saw it, I wanted to get close to my aunt."
The painting was not of an erotic palace, Zhong Ming was really in a strange mood. Maybe Xuan Ji shouldn't have entered this room and delayed him. When Zhong Ming saw her, it was like looking at her body, and he couldn't seem to get enough of it.
But when Lingjun came in with the wooden tray, Xuanji felt that her guilt was much smaller. Because Qin Liang also liked to watch Lingjun do trivial things, he had been paying attention to the two women and had long been distracted.
Sure enough, Qin Liang simply put down his brush, sat there and drank the soup intently, silently admiring the smiles of the two of them.
In this quiet evening, it was snowing and windy outside, so everyone could only stay in the room. Although they didn't do much, some kind of mood seemed to be flowing in the air, vague desire and a little warmth, gradually letting go.
The hot soup with honey and white steam are mixed together.