After eating, Qin Youchen and Zhao Ji came back together, and neither of them spoke along the way. As soon as he returned to his courtyard, he immediately went into the study, Zhao Ji looked at his back, in the dark night, like a black tree shadow, high bank, but unpredictable.

Bao Cui glanced at the situation of these two people, and couldn't help asking, "Miss, is there a quarrel between you and the third young master?" ”

Zhao Ji didn't bother to answer, and walked into the room.

Bao Cui hurriedly followed, the lights had been turned on in the house, and the bed had already been made, she walked behind the screen to change clothes, Bao Cui was outside the screen, and muttered to herself: "Miss, what did Mrs. Qin mean by what she said just now?" It's so dignified, it's clear that Sang is scolding Huai for being unhappy with Miss! ”

Zhao Ji did not reply.

"Miss, you say, is it because she already knows that the young marshal looks like that person?"

"Treasure Tree!" Zhao Ji finally spoke, but there was obvious anger in her voice, and she poked her head out from the screen: "Can you stop talking like this, it makes me upset!" If you say these things again, go out of the way! Stop serving me! ”

Now she was really angry, and she was a little impetuous. Baocui was startled, she was originally a talkative person, she knew the truth, but since she was a child, she had been serving by her side, but Zhao Ji had never disliked her for talking too much. Sometimes she talks too much, and she usually either answers a few joking sentences, or doesn't answer, at most she whispers and refuses to speak. But this is the first time that such a harsh speech has been made today.

Bao Cui didn't know what she had said that had provoked her, but she could understand what she had just said. Immediately subconsciously closed his mouth. helped her change the potion of the wound, re-bandage it, and waited for her to sleep, turned off the light, closed the door and went out.

The room darkened, Bao Cui left, Zhao Ji Xiang Lu lay on the right side of the bed, and suddenly threw herself into the silent darkness, she felt a cold thing crawling up from under her feet, crawling little by little, crawling to her heart, waking her up coldly, and she didn't feel sleepy at all.

How do you spend the night so deep and so long?

She thought for no reason, as if she had expected to be sleepless tonight. I can't help but wonder, is it because I went to bed too early? Actually, it's a bit early, after all, it's just finished dinner. But she was really tired just now, so she wanted to rest early. Who would have thought, but now they are so sober. She suddenly felt a little funny, and suspected that the reason why she was so tired just now was because the atmosphere at the dinner table was so tiring.

So, she really smiled. A soft laugh in the night, the woman's voice, soft, a little lazy, but desolate.

Her clear eyes shone in the darkness, like rhinestones, small but translucent light. The light went in the direction of the door, and through the door I saw the light outside the door, which was the light in the study opposite. Qin Youchen hadn't slept yet. She knows what she knows. She could even faintly see a dark shadow reflected on the paper door, walking from left to right and right to left.

Is he upset? What's the trouble?

Zhao Ji felt that he was a little bored, so he thought about such an inconsequential question. After all, usually, she is not interested in his affairs at all.

So, who is she interested in?

Yes, it's him. Feng Yuantong. As soon as she thought of that name, she felt sad in her heart, and his voice and smile came to her mind. So like, so like, so like. Who is it like? It's not Zhang Yifeng yet — it's someone she's been interested in lately. Not for anything else, but because of Feng Yuantong's relationship.

How nice it would be if he were. She thought a little selfishly, but hoped that he wasn't him, and that would only make her more miserable—they couldn't be.

"Ugh."

There was a soft sigh in the darkness, and it seemed to be long, long, and it seemed to have the effect of an aftersound, as if it could last until dawn.

Qin Youchen paced around the room, walking around, holding the letter he had just received today. He wasn't in a hurry, he didn't feel upset, he just felt that he was too full for dinner and needed to walk around to help with digestion.

However, the content of the letter was really enough to make him want to laugh. Not for the men who are coming, but for the women who are going to come with the men.

Really, when something like that happened, she is still Zhang Tiande's favorite woman, and only she can do it, right?

He smiled, and under the lamp, the smile seemed a little dazed, so that people could not see his emotions, nor could they see the motive of his laughter, as if he just wanted to laugh.

"Is it tomorrow?" Qin Youchen held the letter in his hand and muttered, suddenly turned his head to look out of the door, it was dark, and he couldn't help but be stunned, that woman slept so early? Is it because of the injury? He laughed again, and he was so angry with his mother today, but he didn't say a word, did he really feel nothing in his heart?

He didn't believe it. He smiled, and if he could really sleep, all he could say was that the woman could easily adjust her emotions.

"Third Young Master." A dark shadow appeared at the door, a servant of the courtyard.

"What's the matter?"

"Supper is ready, do you want to eat it?" At this point in time, people prepare a late-night supper.

"Bring it in." He walked back to his desk and put the envelope away.

The next person outside the door pushed the door in, and there was a bowl of sweet soup in his hand, the cook who made the supper was from Chaozhou, and made a first-hand Chaozhou dessert, everyone called sweet soup, especially delicious, and nourishing, and diverse, every night is different, especially won the heart of the second young grandmother Shang Meiren, and I look forward to this moment every day.

Qin Youchen looked at the sweet soup with a beautiful color, took a sip, it was indeed smooth and delicious, and the ginkgo seeds placed in it were also delicious, he scooped up another spoonful, and suddenly remembered Zhao Ji in his heart, most of the family fell in love with this sweet soup, especially the second sister-in-law, who waited for this moment every day, but she was so good that she went to sleep. I really don't know how to enjoy it.

"Third young master, third young grandmother has already slept. Her supper ......" The subordinates had already salivated when they looked at the bowl of soup, but how could it be their turn to eat, but when they said it, they immediately remembered Zhao Ji's goodness, not for anything else, just because sometimes she didn't eat sweet soup, she would reward them to her subordinates to eat, and they could taste it, and they were happy when they thought about it. It happened that she was asleep today, so she waited for Qin Youchen to speak, and then she could eat. Thinking of this, I couldn't help but swallow my saliva.

Qin Youchen knew what the other party thought, smiled, and thought: Look, most people in this world still know how to enjoy it. That strange woman is in the midst of blessings and does not know blessings.

He spoke: "You eat it for her." ”