Greetings, Ninth Uncle

"Ok."

Cheng Yujin was reluctant: "What are you giving me the medicine? Can you change it?"

It was the first time Cheng Yuanjing met him to reward others for so many years. The other party was not satisfied, and clamored for him to change it. Cheng Yuanjing was neither angry nor annoyed, he looked at Cheng Yujin with a smile: "What did you say?"

"I think..." Cheng Yujin looked up and met Cheng Yuanjing's eyes, and swallowed the words she was about to say, "I think Uncle Jiu is really careful and kind. Thank you Jiu Shu."

kindly? The nineteen-year-old crown prince thought, he does have to be kind, but he is not to the point of being praised for being kind, right? Cheng Yuanjing turned to think that he and Cheng Yujin were nominally uncles and nephews, and it was okay to praise their fathers with kindness.

Perhaps Cheng Yujin's last sentence "Uncle Xie" was too crisp and sweet. Cheng Yuanjing did not bother with her for the first time, but took the lead in walking to the big book case in the middle. After he went in, seeing Cheng Yujin still standing there, he raised his eyebrows and said, "Why are you still stunned? Come here."

Cheng Yuanjing's yard is also a two-entry structure, with five main rooms connected to the front and a double-covered room at the back. He lives alone than other families, and he has no wives, concubines, servants and maids by his side. The space is very open and bright. He opened the two rooms on the east side and made them a study.

The study is elegantly furnished and the space is well-arranged, showing that the owner has a good taste. But Rao is so, there is only one bookcase in it.

Now Cheng Yuanjing is still standing in front of the long case, looking at this posture, doesn't he want to teach her how to write?

Cheng Yujin thought to herself that men and women are not related. Even if he is her uncle, there is no reason for him to hold a niece who is about to become an adult. If he personally instructed her to write, he would be too close.

Cheng Yuanjing waited for a long time, seeing Cheng Yujin dawdling in front of Duobao Pavilion, the expression on his face changed. Cheng Yuanjing put down the pen and said, "You have lived in the inner house for many years, so you have only this little eye? Come and study ink."

Cheng Yuanjing was obviously shocked when he saw Cheng Yujin. He was surprised at first, and finally thought about it, and raised his eyebrows with a half-smile: "What do you think it is?"

Cheng Yujin smiled softly at Cheng Yuanjing, walked to him, and rubbed the ink table hard.

Cheng Yuanjing walked the dragon and snake, and a line of majestic characters appeared on the paper. Cheng Yujin leaned forward to look, and had to be convinced: "Nine uncles are really well written."

No wonder he dared to laugh at her, he did have the capital to laugh at her.

Cheng Yuanjing put down his pen, and then motioned for Cheng Yujin to come forward. Cheng Yujin took another pen, and when she turned around, her sleeve accidentally hit the pen holder. Cheng Yujin quickly held the pen holder and moved it to a neat place.

Cheng Yuanjing looked at Cheng Yujin's familiar movements, and narrowed his eyes slightly.

Did she just use her left hand?

A person with an injured left hand will subconsciously hold things with his left hand?

Cheng Yuanjing's eyes changed, he looked at Cheng Yujin calmly, Cheng Yujin was immersed in copying, unaware of the look behind him.

Cheng Yuanjing only observed for a while, and then he was completely sure that Cheng Yujin was not injured.

At noon, the maid came to call Cheng Yujin for dinner. When Cheng Yujin was changing clothes, Forsythia said smoothly to Cheng Yujin, "The eldest girl was away all morning, and my aunt sent someone to ask you twice."

"Auntie sent someone here?" Cheng Yujin immediately became excited, "What is Auntie for?"

"My aunt is worried about your injury and sent someone to ask."

The sound outside gradually faded, Cheng Yujin stopped outside the cubicle, and said, "Ninth Uncle, I'll retire first."

Cheng Yuanjing's expression didn't change, his eyes fell on Cheng Yujin lightly, and after she went out, it turned deep.

It turns out that all her actions yesterday were for Cheng Min to see. She is sincere to that son of the Xu family.

For a man, pretending to be injured and deceiving him. Really good.

Cheng Yuanjing made a special trip last night for someone to take Shuhen cream from the palace. Unexpectedly, from the beginning, it was a performance by Cheng Yujin.

Cheng Yuanjing looked at the word "Jin" protruding from the pile of paper, and pursed his lips coldly.

Cheng Min was brooding about the unhappy breakup last night. Today, she specially asked the kitchen to make Laohou and Cheng Yuanxian's favorite dishes, and then half-push and half-pulled Cheng Laohou, and deliberately had a lively meal. meal.

Old Marquis Cheng's expression softened a lot. Although he hated his son's incompetence, he still longed for the reunion of his sons and daughters in his heart. Cheng Min deliberately pulled Cheng Laohou to talk to Cheng Yuanxian, and in another room, the younger generation also gathered to play together.

Cheng Yujin spent a whole day writing and writing, and only now did she make time to pay attention to Xu Zhixian. She was considering the dividing line between showing goodness and restraint, and suddenly saw that Cheng Yuanjing was about to go out and was walking towards Baoxia.

For some reason, Cheng Yujin had an ominous premonition. She stopped talking subconsciously, and paid attention to Cheng Yuanjing.

Cheng Yuanjing walked to the door, just when Cheng Yujin thought it was because he was thinking too much, he suddenly heard a familiar voice: "Cheng Yujin."

Cheng Yujin stood up reluctantly: "Ninth uncle."

Cheng Yuanjing looked at her and smiled very calmly: "Don't you need to go back to practice calligraphy?"

Cheng Yujin's whole body is not well. It's night, and everyone is crowded with Mrs. Cheng. Is she going to practice calligraphy?

Lord Cheng heard the movement here and asked, "Jiulang, what's the matter?"