"It's okay, it's all here, come in!"

Ji Hongye said this, and Nalan Jinxiu had no reason to refuse, so she had to follow him into the study.

Ji Hongye's study feels the same as him, simple and orderly. The shelves were full of books, the categories were clear, and Nalan Jinxiu also saw some travelogues and essays.

She really wanted to take a few copies to read, but she could only endure it secretly. In this era, reading is a man's business, and a woman's lack of talent is virtue, even if Mrs. Ji is particularly fond of her, it is impossible to let her read, as long as she can read some words, it is enough.

In her previous life, her father doted on her, and only she, a daughter, would allow her to study, study medicine, and even invite the best gentleman to teach, but I am afraid that Xu Jinsheng will not have this blessing.

Nalan Jinxiu has a habit of rubbing things when she thinks about things, and she will keep rubbing the things in her hands. At this time, the food box was held in her arms, and she looked a little silly.

Ji Hongye glanced at her lightly, walked over and took a few books from the bookshelf and handed them to her: "If you like it, take it back and read it." ”

She was so excited that her eyes lit up, she put the food box on the desk, took the book in both hands and held it, loved it like a treasure, and asked against her will: "Will it make her unhappy to let her grandmother know about this?"

"Yes. ”

"That ......"

"Do you know why my grandmother didn't let the girls go to school? After he said that, he paused and said, "It's good to read more books, and to gain knowledge." ”

Nalan Jinxiu's face flushed, her female celebrity really didn't do well. At the beginning, her father changed a few masters for her before and after, and she was quite famous in terms of female popularity, but she couldn't learn well no matter how she was taught, and she had no talent at all. She looked at the books in her hand, which were poems and travelogues, and said with a smile: "I thought you only read the Four Books and the Five Classics." ”

Ji Hongye's thin lips were slightly hooked, and a smile appeared: "Could it be that I look like an old-fashioned old pedant?"

"No, you don't look old at all. But you are an authentic two-rank jinshi, and you are also a famous Tanhualang in Jinling. Isn't such a person who is good at exams studying the eight-strand essay every day?"

"Reading is naturally harder, but it can't be called a cantilever thorn, and the four books are boring, and there is always some adjustment when you are tired. These books are good, I have already marked the obscure places when I read them, and you can ask me if you still don't understand. ”

From Ji Hongye's mouth, the four books were boring, and Nalan Jinxiu always felt that he couldn't believe it. Aren't all of them serious antique men? And he seemed to hate her before, why is he so good now that he still wants to guide her to study?

Ji Hongye saw that she didn't speak for a long time, and he knew what she was thinking, so he opened the food box by himself, saw the black chicken soup in it and said, "This is for me?"

"Well, thank you for helping me copy the Diamond Sutra. ”

"With a gesture, my cousin is polite. ”

"By the way, have the scriptures been given to His Royal Highness King Xun?"

"Sent. ”

"That'...... He didn't blame him!"

"I don't blame it, I just don't like the ugly handwriting. ”

"If he wants to write well, he should have as much as he wants. I copied it myself, sincerely, and if I want to blame it, it is that he is unreasonable. ”

Ji Hongye glanced at her lightly, his expression did not change, and his tone was also light: "His Royal Highness King Xun has a noble status, how can his behavior be criticized by you, it is becoming more and more unruly." ”

Nalan Jinxiu regretted it after saying this, Zong Xuanyi and King Xun have always had a close relationship, and she always felt that King Xun was a little afraid of Zong Xuanyi. So I don't have much awe for His Royal Highness King Xun, but now I accidentally showed it......

Ji Hongye didn't reprimand her much, he brought out the black chicken soup, lowered his head and tasted it, frowning: "A fishy smell......"

Nalan Jinxiu came back to his senses, leaned over, sniffed: "How can there be a fishy smell? This chicken is left by me, it was simmered in rice wine in advance, how can it smell fishy?"

"Don't believe you'll taste it yourself. ”

Nalan Jinxiu took the bowl and spoon and muttered, "Taste it." Then he looked at the spoon and said, "You have used all the spoons, give me a new one." ”

Ji Hongye raised his eyebrows: "This is the study, where did the spoon come from." ”

Nalan Jinxiu felt that he was embarrassed by himself, so he muttered a few sentences reluctantly, picked up the bowl and took a sip and felt that it tasted very good: "This soup is not fishy at all." ”

Ji Hongye sat down at the desk and read again, his expression was very peaceful: "If it's not fishy, you can drink it all!"

Nalan Jinxiu was a little speechless, he made it clear that he didn't want to drink the soup she sent, he really thought she wanted to please him, didn't she have to do face-saving work?

"It's a hot day, and I can't eat anything I can't eat. You are still young and are growing your body, and this soup is the best to drink. Ji Hongye's eyes were fixed on the book, but the words were said to her.

Was he explaining? It just seemed hard to convince her. Don't look at Xu Jinsheng's small body, but Nalan Jinxiu is the same age as him, and he can't listen to his tone of talking to children.

Ji Hongye looked at her silently, and said, "Come over after the soup is drunk." ”

Nalan Jinxiu put the soup bowl on the small table next to him, and saw that he was laying rice paper on the desk, puzzled: "What did I do in the past?"

"Grinding ink. ”

Grinding ink? Let her serve the pen and ink? Think beautifully, she doesn't like to do this the most, when she used to write, Zong Xuanyi was grinding ink next to her, so she asked him: "Don't you know it yourself?"

Ji Hongye thought that she would come over with a fart, but he didn't expect to push him back like this, and he couldn't help but be stunned when he reacted quickly, and then his face sank: "If you come over, come over, don't care if I can do anything?"

"Then you are too lazy to move but enslave me, and I am not your maid, nor your scholar. ”

Ji Hongye squinted his eyes slightly at her, and his tone was as gentle as usual: "Cousin, have you learned to talk back?"

Nalan Jinxiu was so cold that he could only obediently lean over, use water to study the ink, and found that there was a medicinal fragrance in the ink ingot, and suddenly became interested: "What kind of ink is this? Why is the taste so special?"

Ji Hongye didn't answer and asked, "What do you think is special about this ink?"

"Taste. Usually writing and painting, most of them use pine smoke ink and oil smoke ink, and the taste is not very good. I've also heard that some people who love ink making will make some green ink and tea ink by themselves, but this is the first time you've seen this kind of ink, did you make it?"

"Well, in my spare time. Ji Hongye paused, and said: "There are a few people who paint with green ink and tea ink, and my cousin is raised in the boudoir, so she still knows this?"