Maybe it was because she had been shopping for a long time yesterday, and Ning Yun was a little tired when she came back from Mrs. Shi in the morning. After barely having some breakfast, he asked Caiyue to find a reclining chair and move it to the courtyard. I didn't need Yuchai and Caiyue to serve, and I also branched out the other maids, and I was alone and leaned quietly on it, wanting to turn a few pages of the book casually.

This book, or a few days ago, I found it from Shi Lingfeng's study, which hastily introduced some ink painting techniques, although not complete, but also practical. Originally, Ning Yun had already flipped through it, but after yesterday's Luoyingzhai incident, she decided to study it again carefully.

In fact, Ning Yun's current level of painting is not limited to sketching.

Over the years, whenever she misses her brother, she will pick up the brush used by her brother, recall the skills that her brother once taught her to paint, and practice the painting skills one by one. From learning to hold a pen, to learning to smudge every leaf, to finally copying every painting of my brother...... All in all, she has worked hard over the years.

However, it was not enough to achieve the results she wanted.

Ning Yun flipped through a few pages of the book in her hand, closed her eyes and recalled the technique of writing. After only half an hour of watching like this, my eyelids tightened a little. At this time, the sun had just risen, and it was slanted on the face, and it was very warm and comfortable. Before I knew it, I fell asleep shallowly.

In a blur, Brother Fang came over from far and near. The elder brother was still like that, snatched the book in her hand, and while blaming her for sleeping in the morning dew again, he gently covered her with the thin brocade quilt in his hand......

She knew it was a dream, but she didn't want to wake up.

In the courtyard, there was silence.

The book in his hand was still in place, held by Ning Yun's white hand, and placed on his chest. In reality, there was no reproach, and there was no brocade quilt to protect her, only the morning breeze blew in gusts, and the pages on her chest were slightly turned.

When Shi Lingfeng came in, he happened to see this scene.

Such a picture made him unconsciously take a light step and walk over.

There is no pearlescent jewelry, and there are no rich and luxurious dresses. The whole body is nothing more than a light-colored emerald cigarette shirt and a water-wave pleated skirt. The person was lying on the bamboo couch, and the skirt moved slightly with the wind, making her whole person look like a flowing spring, beautiful and clear.

There is nothing on the head except a plain hosta. The hairpin was crystal clear white, and her hair was as black as ink. The broken hair on his forehead was blown away by the wind, revealing a very beautiful face.

This face was unlike anything he had expected.

The face is like a spring flower and a bright moon, and the powder is not used, but it is very handsome, and it is a little more beautiful than the woman after the makeup.

The eyes are closed, and the thick eyelashes make two beautiful arcs. A pair of delicate eyebrows are light and suitable, adding a bit of handsomeness. The small mouth is red without a point, and the hair on the cheeks that rises with the wind adds a bit of seductive style.

I don't know what she dreamed of, obviously her brows were wrinkled, but the corners of her mouth were slightly hooked, and the corners of her eyes were thick, and the next moment she put it down, she was about to cry. She looks tenacious and stubborn, but she makes people feel distressed inexplicably.

In the small courtyard, it was very quiet. Time is about to stop.

In front of Shi Lingfeng's eyes, the Buddha is a flawless painting. A painting he'd never seen before. It shouldn't be like this, but he couldn't find out what was different for a while.

At this unexpected moment, his thoughts seemed to have been sucked away by something. All calmness, all self-control, disappeared in this moment. Like the pages of a book, my heart jumped a few beats at random.

The book "snapped" and slipped off Ning Yun's body. Woke up the man in his sleep.

Ning Yun opened her eyes, her eyes were only misty for a moment, and then she regained her clarity, and almost at the same time, the tears hanging from the corners of her eyes also fell. At this moment, the woman in front of her is as fragile as the dew on the petals of a flower in the morning, and people can't help but feel pity.

It's just that this state only lasts for a moment.

"Yuchai, make a cup of strong tea."

Ning Yun quickly sorted out her thoughts, and shouted while getting up and picking up the book on the ground. As soon as the words came out, she remembered that the people around her had already been separated by herself. Now in the yard, there is only oneself.

Of course she didn't know that there was a Shi Lingfeng standing behind her.

And Shi Lingfeng heard her speak, and his heart was inexplicably relieved, the person who appeared in the painting yesterday was indeed her.

Ning Yun didn't know that there was someone behind her, so she got up and was about to pour tea, only when she turned around, she felt that a tall and sturdy figure appeared in front of her, and before she could react, she had already collided with this strange man.

The man's breath, with a faint scent of sandalwood, came to his face.

In such a situation, Ning Yun didn't exclaim, and there was not much fright on her face, she just frowned. Take a few steps back and pull away in time.

Shi Lingfeng saw her unfazed reaction in her eyes, and thought of the scene in Luoyingzhai yesterday, and her mood got better for no reason.

Ning Yun pursed her lips, and without looking closely, she had already guessed the identity of the person who came: who else could enter and leave the inner courtyard of Moxiang Courtyard at will like this, except for Shi Lingfeng, the husband of this identity?

She bowed slightly, and lowered her eyes. The voice was flat like water: "The second master is back." ”

Shi Lingfeng stared at his wife in front of him, who seemed to be low-eyebrowed, her bland like water, just like a piece of ice, pulled his trance-like self back to reality in time. He regained his former calmness, and it took a long time for him to say "hmm", which was considered to be a response.

On the day of marriage, he did not enter the cave room, although they were nominally husband and wife, the two had never met, and to this day, it is the first time they have met. Although she hadn't met, she was able to recognize herself and react quickly in the situation just now, and in that sense, she was a smart one. But it's just smart, and it's still far from the aggressive viewer yesterday.

This made Shi Lingfeng inexplicably a little disappointed.

But it was only for a moment, and he didn't allow himself to be disturbed by this unnamed love. So soon, sanity and coldness took control of his thinking again.

If she was really smart enough, how could she fall into her stepmother's trap and get herself to where she is today? Thinking of this, Shi Lingfeng was sarcastic: It should be too smart, in order to climb the Shi family, he pushed the boat down the river and took the initiative to jump into the trap.

It's no wonder that he is suspicious, it's just that Bai Xiaochu's family background really makes people have to think like this.

Shi Lingfeng likes to play chess because he likes the sense of victory of laying out first and controlling later. So, when he laid out a qiē, he hated the variables that made him uncontrollable. There is no doubt that Bai Xiaochu, who appeared yesterday, is a variable, but whether this variable can be controlled by him, he can't draw a conclusion for the time being.

One thing, one thing, one thing.

Because of her unpredictability, Shi Lingfeng has become interested in her that she shouldn't be.

On the one hand, he hoped that she would still be the rough stone that would not affect his plans, but on the other hand, he secretly hoped that she was a piece of jade that could surprise him?

This contradiction made him not know how to "fall".

Shi Lingfeng didn't speak, and Ning Yun didn't take the initiative to curry favor. The atmosphere quickly descended into awkwardness. Ning Yun gradually became a little impatient, and was about to find an excuse to get out, but suddenly heard a noise coming from outside the courtyard.

Soon, two pulling and pulling figures appeared at the gate of the courtyard.

Ning Yun followed the prestige and couldn't help frowning. What a red cloud, it's really going to pick the time! I haven't seen him for so long, and I almost forgot about this "benefactor"!

Hongyun got rid of Caiyue's obstruction, went around the courtyard, and when he saw that Shi Lingfeng was also there, he immediately looked frightened, and knelt on the ground with a "poof".

"Slave Hongyun to the second master, second grandmother please be safe."

Hongyun's voice was thin, with that frightened white and tender little face, which looked very pitiful. Her appearance is already excellent, and she has put a lot of thought into dressing up today: the clothes on her body are new, her hair is neatly combed, and the makeup on her face is also very delicate. This look, it's really a weak beauty.

She secretly glanced at Shi Lingfeng, and said in a soft voice: "The slave maid originally came to ask the second grandmother to ask for guilt, but I didn't know that the second master was back, if I disturbed the second master, I would also ask the second master to punish her." ”

Caiyue followed, and when she saw Shi Lingfeng there, she was also startled, and hurriedly knelt down, and her heart was even more angry: Hongyun, a little hoof, still had this thought, but she didn't find it, and she knew that she was desperate to stop her. These days, Hongyun's injuries have long been healed, but the master has not called her out to serve for a long time, isn't it just deliberately drying her? The master is finally not as confused as before, but don't let this little hoof confuse again!

Caiyue felt uneasy and secretly looked at Ning Yun. The master's reaction was greatly beyond her expectations.

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