Greetings, Ninth Uncle

Only then did Xu Zhixian stand up and take two steps. Cheng Yuanjing, who was talking to Lin Qingyuan, accurately pressed his gaze: "What are you doing?"

Xu Zhixian was taken aback, stood up subconsciously, and replied respectfully, "Go to Sister Jin."

The rules of attitude, he had never seen when Lao Tzu taught.

Cheng Yuanjing's expression remained unchanged, and said, "She has something to do, so it's inconvenient to disturb her."

Xu Zhixian shook hands tangled, he was different from the people present, he spent all the year around in the inner house, he knew that the female dependants had a lot of time, and they didn't need to take the exams, so there was nothing really important that couldn't be disturbed at all. Xu Zhixian was unwilling to give up and struggled: "But she is alone inside, and no one speaks, I am afraid she will be bored."

"She's not bored." Cheng Yuanjing glanced at Xu Zhixian, as if casually, "Mrs. Hou sent someone to ask you during the banquet in the front yard and asked you to go to Shou'an Hall after the banquet. It's getting late, let the elders It's not good to wait too long."

Xu Zhixian believed it to be true, and hurried to Shou'an Tang. Xu Zhixian's figure soon disappeared, Cheng Yuanjing lightly retracted his gaze, and in a blink of an eye, he happened to collide with Huo Changyuan.

Huo Chang Yuan was looking at him thoughtfully, Cheng Yuanjing didn't dodge or evade, his eyes were calm with a hint of coercion, Huo Chang Yuan couldn't hold it any longer and turned his eyes away.

After that, Huo Chang Yuan never saw Cheng Yujin again. Knowing that she is across the room, but Cheng Yuanjing is in the middle, this feeling is extremely strange. Lin Qingyuan and the two said their goodbyes one after another. Huo Changyuan couldn't sit down any longer, so he also got up. Huo Chang Yuan originally thought to himself that such a big thing as seeing off a guest would definitely not be missed with Cheng Yujin's thorough etiquette and unwillingness to make a fuss about others. However, he was wrong, Cheng Yuanjing sent them to the door, and the door and window of the study were still tightly closed.

Cheng Yuanjing noticed Huo Chang Yuan's movements, his eyes were heavy, and he didn't speak. After everyone left, Cheng Yuanjing stood outside before slowly walking back to the house.

In the study, Cheng Yujin was really busy. She practiced according to Cheng Yuanjing's calligraphy for a long time, and suddenly felt a sense of it, and hurriedly asked Du Ruo to go back to the yard to fetch her embroidery basket. Now, she is sitting on a slump with a pile of needle and thread fabrics beside her, walking the needle with concentration.

When Cheng Yuanjing came in, Cheng Yujin was already closing the line. Cheng Yuanjing watched the pair of white jade-like hands fly up and down, and his fingers were incredibly flexible, as if with a strange rhythm. Cheng Yujin noticed that Cheng Yuanjing was staying not far away, and asked, "All the guests left?"

"Well." Cheng Yuanjing was stunned for a moment as soon as he said that. What did he do to answer such a question? Originally his guest, what happened to Cheng Yujin's familiar master kiss?

Cheng Yujin didn't notice that their current conversation was like an old husband and wife, she sewed the last few stitches, hid the thread, then put down the embroidery frame in relief, and said, "I was embroidering the important part just now, so I can't go out to see the guest. Brother Lin shouldn't blame me for being rude, right?"

Are you calling Brother Lin? Cheng Yuanjing didn't answer, he picked up the fabric that Cheng Yujin had just embroidered, flipped back and forth for a while, and changed the subject naturally: "You are the worst at these words, and they look like they are embroidered. The rest Shouldn't there be many?"

"Yes." Cheng Yujin nodded along with his words, "The hardest part has been embroidered, and the rest is the water mill work, just wait a few more days."

Cheng Yuanjing rubbed the handwriting on the embroidery pattern. He didn't care much about foreign objects, but beautiful things naturally made people like them. He was extremely satisfied with Cheng Yujin's screen.

"Your progress is much faster than planned, and there is no time to hurry."

"I understand." Cheng Yujin rubbed her wrist, raised her head and smiled brightly at Cheng Yuanjing, "Thank you for your concern."

care? who cares about her. Cheng Yuanjing put down the embroidery and sat indifferently on the other side.

Although Cheng Yujin said she would not hurry, she was very interested in embroidering the screen, and things would change later, so it was better to finish the embroidery as soon as possible. She rushed for a few days, and finally finished the last word.

Cheng Yujin hadn't been so happy for a long time. As soon as she put down her needle and thread, she didn't have time to loosen her stiff neck, so she hurriedly called Du Ruo: "Du Ruo, is Ninth Uncle here?"

Du Ruo hurried in from the outside and said, "It's raining today, and I've never heard Jiu Ye go out."

Only then did Cheng Yujin realize that it was raining outside. The rain is rare, Cheng Yujin stood up and loosened his muscles and bones, and said, "Remove the screen from the embroidery frame, and I will take it to Jiu Shu to see it."

"Girl, the screen hasn't been washed yet."

Because embroidery is often held in the hands, it is inevitable that it will be rubbed off and stolen, so it is only after washing with water that outsiders are seen. However, Cheng Yujin couldn't wait so long, and said, "It's alright. Uncle Ninth doesn't know how many times he's seen it, and he still cares about the black? Just take it off, and we'll take it with us."

Cheng Yujin rushed to the Chenming Courtyard, but as soon as she entered the door, she found a pair of rain gear under the eaves. Cheng Yujin stopped for a while, and the servant reported, "Miss, Lin Bianxiu is inside."

Lin Qingyuan? Cheng Yujin didn't realize that she was the first to feel unpleasant, as if someone had disrupted her plan. But soon, her sanity went online, and she immediately analyzed that this was a great opportunity.

The people inside had heard the movement, and a clear voice sounded: "Cheng Yujin? Come in."

Under the service of the maid, Cheng Yujin took off her rain gear, put on soft-soled shoes, and stepped into the room. Cheng Yuanjing and Lin Qingyuan really sat opposite each other and made tea. The place they were in was a pavilion, separated by a pure wooden swastika moon door, and the interior was a space of its own. Through the wooden partition door, you can see a one-foot-high platform inside, with cushions on it, a tea table in the middle, and two tall windows on the sides, which can be completely removed. At this moment, when I cook tea for the rain, the fragrance of tea lingers around the wooden pavilion, which is indescribably elegant.