Jing Zhe thought about it, and then said okay.

He doesn't care if he wants to be beautiful or not, the main thing is to teach some poetry experience...

"Do you want me to have someone take you there?"

Yu Sheng asked.

"I'll take him there!"

Yu Haixing volunteered, but his purpose was to spy on Jing Zhe from the side, afraid that he would take action against him.

His cousin is so delicate, even if Jing Zhezhen does it, it is estimated that she will not object...

"Don't worry, I'll just go over by myself."

Instead of letting him bring it over, Jing Zhe chose himself.

"Go by yourself? I'm not worried about you, I'm worried that my sister is being bullied! ”

"Don't worry, as long as you don't bully her, no one in this world will bully her - no, you can't bully in the future, otherwise I will beat you to death."

Jing Zhe said sincerely.

And Yu Sheng could also see that there was a contradiction between the two, so he said: "Haixing, you must not have a conflict with Jing Zhe in the future!" When he marries your sister in the future, he will be your brother-in-law! How can there be a brother-in-law who has trouble with his brother-in-law? If you are really troublesome, Jing Zhe will beat you for nothing! It's not big, it's not small, how can you do it without any rules? ”

“……”

Yu Haixing was discouraged, the difference in force between the two was huge, if he became a relative to his cousin...

Jing Zhe smiled generously: "Don't say that to Yu Guogong, he is still a child, so there is no need to say it, just fight!" ”

“……”

Yu Haixing couldn't listen to it, so he ran away.

Chen Jiannan also stood up: "President Jing, listening to your speech to Yu Guogong today, we have benefited a lot, why don't we return to the society first and sort out today's thoughts, what do you think?" ”

After eating dog food again and again by Jing Zhe's side, now that even the biggest villain has run away, the tool man also feels that he has lost the value of staying here and decides to leave.

Jing Zhe nodded and let them go first.

I inquired about the place with Yu Sheng again, and I went over alone.

Looking at his back, Yu Sheng suddenly wanted to laugh.

Everyone else is pulling Jing Zhe to stand in line, he doesn't need it, as long as he can turn him into his own son-in-law, Yu Sheng feels stable!

……

According to Yu Sheng's introduction, he walked through the zigzag corridor and came to the back garden, and when he looked up, the scene in the garden was a little unexpected by Jing Zhe.

I saw that the back garden is huge, there are pavilions and rockeries on one side of the garden, ponds and pavilions, and between the pavilions and pavilions, there are vibrant green bamboos and strange-shaped stones, those strange stones are stacked together, abrupt and rugged, and the momentum is extraordinary.

Such an exquisite courtyard, if you didn't know it, you wouldn't have associated it with such a rough person as Yu Sheng at all.

Jing Zhe walked in lightly, and at first glance, he saw Yu Xiangrong's delicate and graceful figure.

She was still wearing the pale pink cotton dress with a skirt that was long enough to mop the floor, but she didn't know when she took off the white gauze that she wore on the outside, she was not short, but the dress was longer, and she seemed to be afraid of getting dirty, so she had to hold the skirt with one hand at all times.

At this moment, she is standing in the stone pavilion in the garden, and there is a stone table in the middle of the stone pavilion, which is covered with rice paper, pressed with an inkstone, and can still blow the surrounding paper edges when the wind blows.

When the wind stopped, she bent down to lift the hem of her skirt again, and repeated it several times, not too tired, Jing Zhe looked at her so delicate, and stood there wanting to laugh.

In her other hand she held the brush, and when she no longer had to press the corner of the paper, she bent down and wrote carefully on the paper, which was very slow, and even slower with the interference of the wind.

Because the direction in which she was standing was facing away from the courtyard gate, Jing Zhe could only see her back after entering the door.

The breeze was gentle, rolling up the tassels on her cotton dress and swaying in the wind, and under the setting sun, the dim sunlight fixed her figure there, like a soft work of art, which couldn't help but remind Jing Zhe of a poem.

The wind is blowing its leaves,

The grass is bearing its seeds.

sometimes

Don't speak,

It's beautiful.

This poem is appropriately used here, at this time, without speaking, it is very beautiful.

Jing Zhe stood there leaning against the stone door, but did not enter, because he didn't want to break this tranquility, and stared at Yu Xiangrong's back with burning eyes...

Yu Xiangrong is really a simple person, Jing Zhe looked at the door for a while, and found that she didn't write a few words at all, after all, the wind rises and falls, she always has to take care of the long skirt and the paper corner, Jing Zhe really wants to ask her, since she wears such a long skirt, what if she lands? Or, if the wind is not strong and occasionally blows the paper corner, just leave it alone!

However, this delicate baby's thinking is different from others, always taking care of this and that, plus she writes very slowly, so the progress is slow.

At this time, Jing Zhe finally understood why Yu Haixing would be so sad after tearing up the words she had written, after all, it was not easy for her to finish writing a word!

……

Thinking so, Jing Zhe tiptoed over.

Because he was too focused, Yu Xiangrong didn't know that there was someone behind him, and he was still bowing his head and writing slowly.

Jing Zhe looked behind her and happened to see that she was writing the word "Qing" for "ask Qingtian for wine", with a serious attitude, but the technique was very clumsy and jerky, and when he contacted what Yu Sheng had said before, he was relieved.

Although Yu Xiangrong has been obsessed with poetry since she was a child, Yu Sheng hates it a lot, never lets her come into contact with poetry, and the Protector Mansion can't find a few people who can write poetry.

Her method is very rusty, and disorderly, at first glance, no one has taught her to write, but because of her hobby, she slowly groped it out, so it is extremely difficult to write.

Yu Xiangrong was fascinated by what she wrote, Jing Zhe also saw it behind her, and unconsciously, she was getting closer and closer to her.

After finally finishing the first sentence, Yu Xiangrong had been using it for a long time, staring at the words on the rice paper, his peach blossom eyes bent into a crescent moon, and the mist in his eyes finally opened, bright like flowers.

Perhaps because she had bent over for too long, she was ready to put down the brush and stretch for a break after writing the first sentence.

And Jing Zhe was behind her, and at this time he also maintained the same bent posture as Yu Xiangrong, not knowing that she was going to get up.

So the next moment, the moment Yu Xiangrong's body touched Jing Zhe, the whole person was stunned, and the brush in his hand fell unexpectedly, rolling on the rice paper, and the first sentence he had just written was scratched beyond recognition.

After raising his eyes and finding that the person who appeared in front of him was Jing Zhe, Yu Xiangrong's face quietly turned red, just now the two had a physical contact in the front yard, and in a short period of time, it happened again, and for Xiangrong, he was a little overwhelmed.

And when she saw the ruined first sentence, her mouth grinned.

Crying.

Jing Zhe was stupid.

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