Jinyi's whole heart was about to jump out of his chest, and he finally cleaned up his mood and blessed his body: "Big young master." ”

Du Yunke looked at her with a smile and said: "Jinxiu said that Yunhe and the people in the house came to borrow the inkstone, and I saw that I didn't come in for a long time, so I came out to take a look." Are you in the second young master's house? ”

"Yes." Jin Yi lowered his head and replied.

Du Yunke nodded and said, "When did it happen?" ”

"It's been a few days." Jinyi Road.

"Oh, come in." Du Yunke asked as he walked, "Second Young Master didn't embarrass you, right?" ”

"No, thank you for your concern." Jinyi replied in his mouth, but he was thinking about whether what he said was out of concern for himself or casually asked, remembering that Jinyu Jinlan and the others had said that the eldest young master was generally very sympathetic to the words of the subordinates, and couldn't help but blame himself for his cranky thoughts.

Follow Du Yunke to turn the screen and enter the room, only to see the shelves full of books in front of him, a pair of calligraphy and paintings are spread out on the bookcase, and there is a cluster of fresh chrysanthemums in the vase on the side of the case.

Du Yunke took out a box and handed it to Jinyi and said, "You told the second young master to use it well, and the brothers said that they could not borrow it." ”

"Yes." Thinking that he was going to leave so soon, Jinyi couldn't help but feel a sense of loss in his heart. Although she thought so in her heart, she didn't dare to slow down at all, took the inkstone box, and saw Du Yunke sitting down in front of the bookcase, and after she gave a blessing, she was about to quit.

"Wait a minute." Jinyi just turned around, and when he heard Du Yunke say, he couldn't help but jump in his heart, and his face, which had faded red, was hot again, and when he turned around, he saw that Du Yunke had stood up, and asked, "What else does the young master have to order?" ”

Du Yunke paused for a moment and said, "Your face ...... It doesn't look good, is it sick? ”

Jinyi was stunned for a moment, whether he was concerned about himself or a subordinate, she couldn't help but raise her eyes to look at Du Yunke, seeing that he was looking at herself seriously, and collided with his gaze, she suddenly lost her mind, hurriedly lowered her eyes, felt that her face was hot again, and quickly collected her mind, bowed her head and said: "I suffered a little cold two days ago, and I have recovered." Thank you for your concern. ”

Du Yunke listened to her and said, "Young Master Xie cares", and said, "You don't have to be so polite when you talk to me in the future." ”

"Yes, young master." Jinyi agreed, but he still didn't dare to slack off.

Du Yunke sat down at the desk again and said, "I see that you can read and write, you should be from a good family, right?" ”

Jinyi thought of his family, and a trace of sadness passed through his heart, and he quickly covered it up and said: "My father is quite proficient in calligraphy and painting, and the slave and maid recognized a few words when she was a child. ”

"Young Master." Jinxiu's voice sounded at the door, and I saw her come in with a tea tray, looked at Jinyi and smiled, "So you're still there." She walked to the bookcase, put the teacup on the table and said, "Young master, have you found the inkstone?" ”

Du Yunke said: "It has been given." ”

"The slave and maid will retire." Jin Yi said goodbye.

Walking slowly all the way out of Ninghui Courtyard, it turned out that it was such a beautiful thing to see Yiren's side, which could make his heart full of joy and joy now. Looking at the inkstone box in his hand, this is the inkstone he used, it was held by his hand, what a precious thing it is to himself. It's just that it's about to be handed over to the second young master, thinking of this, Jin Yi's heart is full of shortcomings.

Back at the Brocade Garden, Jinyi handed the box to Du Yunhe and said, "The eldest young master said that it would be good for the second young master to use it." ”

Du Yunhe didn't have time to pay attention to her, he couldn't wait to open the box and take out the inkstone, and said happily: "Having a satisfactory inkstone is the icing on the cake." Quick, give me ink! ”

"Young master, I'm coming!" Jin Huan, who was waiting on the side, hurriedly rushed to say.

Jin Yi stood aside, looking at Jin Huan's face full of spring breeze, and couldn't help but smile secretly, but when she thought of herself, she was not the same as her. Thinking of this, I began to think about it again, why his appearance and figure appeared in my mind every time, his words and deeds, and the eyes that looked at me, I always felt as if I was drinking honey syrup, and the sweetness was infinite.

"Jinyi, Jinyi!"

Jinyi, who was immersed in infinite reverie, was awakened by Du Yunhe's scream, and hurriedly asked, "Young master, what are your orders?" ”

"Did you pick up a baby?" Du Yunhe saw that she didn't care about serving her, and said angrily, "What is a person smirking at there." ”

"Huh?" When Jinyi's brain turned around, he only heard Du Yunhe say again: "Ah, what? Why don't you come and see Young Master Ben's magic hand Danqing? ”

Jin Yi walked to the bookcase according to his words, leaned over to take a look, it was a landscape painting, and said casually: "The young master's painting is naturally good." ”

"Young master, what's the use of you letting Jinyi see it? She didn't understand. Jin Huan said on the side.

Du Yunhe glanced at Jin Huan and said: "She said that I painted well, but you said that she didn't understand, do you mean that what she said was wrong, and I didn't paint well?" ”

"Young master, the slave maid doesn't mean that," Jin Huan quickly defended himself when he heard that he had said the wrong thing, frowning and saying with a bitter face, "Being able to see the young master's painting is already a blessing that the slave and maid cultivated in her previous life, how can you say that the young master's painting is not good." ”

Du Yunhe smiled and said, "I don't dare." ”

Jin Huan smiled secretly, and when he saw Du Yunhe, he turned his gaze to Jin Yi and said: "I didn't look at it carefully, just say that my painting is good, I see that your expression is not sincere, but it seems to be perfunctory to me." ”

"How dare the slave." Jin Yi bowed his head and argued.

"Hmph, I think you dare." Du Yunhe put the pen in front of Jinyi and said, "You don't look down on my paintings, you come and draw a few strokes and I'll take a look." ”

"Slaves don't dare!" Jin Yi hurriedly retreated two steps, "How dare the slave and maid get an axe in front of the young master." ”

Du Yunhe snorted in his mouth, his eyes fell on the painting and said, "Eh, I haven't inscribed yet." He sat back and wrote the inscription.

When he returned to his residence in the evening, Jinyi felt quite tired, and thumped his legs and said, "It's so sour." ”

Jin Huan was about to undress and go to the couch, glanced at Jin Yi, and said casually: "You have just recovered from your illness, so you are naturally easy to get tired, but don't you have to be on duty tonight?" ”

"The second young master said that my body has just recovered, so let Jin Han serve me." Jin Yi said to fetch water.

"I'll just say, the second young master is very sympathetic, Jinyu used to fight with me for this, a girl who didn't know anything!" After saying that, she took out the handkerchief she was carrying from under her pillow, turned sideways and secretly looked and laughed.

After washing the brocade clothes, the lights went out and lay down. I heard that Jinhuan had already snored slightly, but he couldn't sleep, and his mind was full of the eldest young master. He took down the fallen leaves on his bun under the laurel tree, he who was pushed down by the second young master and helped himself up, when he met in his wife's house, and he who handed him the inkstone in the study. Why do you remember every word he said clearly, even a look and a smile seem to be engraved in my mind. Obviously very tired, but I can only toss and turn on the couch, tossing and turning, and I can't sleep. Why is this happening? Why did he make his memories so memorable?

One lovesickness, two sorrows. Du Yunke didn't miss the figure of Wan in brocade, the flowers and trees were independent, she chanted softly, she was met by her aunt in the wife's house, she was weak and weak when she fell, and she was supported by herself, and she took the inkstone without showing a trace of slackness. Her faintly affectionate gaze was a reflection of her forced distraction, and through her eyes he seemed to see her heart, though he had been cautious. Unfolding the scroll and looking at the independence of the Yiren in the painting, he couldn't help but be stupid.