Xie Chiying's house is the same size as Jinghu's in the Dusk Courtyard, and the furnishings are much more elegant, but they are like the house of the princess of Yongning County.

Paintings were hung everywhere, and a study was carefully packed out, with pen, ink, paper, inkstone, all kinds of books and antiques, and there was no shortage of everything.

But just like Xie Chiying's disguised appearance, it is a typical Jiangnan scholarly house, with no characteristics.

Xie Chiying was standing in her study at this time, behind the desk, holding a pen, as if thinking about how to settle the next stroke. Ke Mingxu sat on the chaise longue next to him, holding a book in his hand.

The summer afternoon sun fell on the books in front of him, and on his bony hands, almost melting.

He had his back to the window, and the embroidered cranes seemed to be flying in the dust, such an earthly scene, but he became more and more like an immortal.

Xie Chiying laughed, "Little county lord, since you're here, what are you doing in a daze?" My study is too small to sit, so why don't you squeeze in with my cousin? When I'm done with this picture, I'll entertain you again. ”

Today's Ke Mingxu is very good-looking, she was a little stupid for a while, and forgot to react. Xie Chiying called her, and she thought about them walking over.

Ke Mingxu stood up and greeted her with a smile, "Little county lord." With just this sentence, he let go of his body and gave up his position to her.

Jinghu waved his hand, "Actually, I haven't been up for long, so let's sit with Brother Ke Shi." I just happened to see what Sister Ying was drawing. ”

Jinghu walked quickly to Xie Chiying's side, and his face was dropped into the window before Ke Mingxu's sun shone, red as the red paint on the table.

She tried her best to pay attention to Xie Chiying's paintings, hoping that she could return to her normal appearance as soon as possible. Xie Chiying is not painting on rice paper, but a white palace fan in front of her.

It is made of bamboo bones and fine silk. She lifted the pen and dropped it again, and what she painted was the Lingxiao flower in the yard. It doesn't rely on any shelf, it's just as tall as its name.

It is the technique of gongbi, Jinghu does not know much about painting, but I feel that the color flow is natural, and each flower has a different shape, which is already excellent.

Xie Chiying glanced at her with disgust, and left the last stroke on the fan, so she called Su Ling to take it out and dry the paint on the silk.

Putting the pen down, he talked to Jinghu, "What does the little county lord think of my drawing?" ”

Jinghu deliberately wanted to get along with her, "I think...... It's OK. ”

Xie Chiying laughed, "It's really a big breath, people who can only draw tricks still dislike me." ”

Jinghu didn't care, "Since you know that I can only draw patterns, what do you want me to evaluate?" ”

Brother Ke Shi sat aside, I'm afraid it's not that some people are weak-hearted. Since you are so powerful, why don't you also paint a picture of your sister's child, and follow me to learn what to be a female celebrity? ”

Xie Chiying took her hand and said in a somewhat coquettish tone, "Okay, okay, I shouldn't offend you." I'll give you the fan I just drew as an apology. ”

"By the way, I asked my ninth brother to get me several such fans from Anji, Huzhou a few months ago, do you want them? You can take it back and draw it yourself. ”

Jinghu nodded, "I can take it back and embroider it, and I'm not afraid of water than you." ”

Xie Chiying sneered all her life, "Who still can't use a fan to block the rain?" It's like you're asking for an oil-paper umbrella to extinguish fires, and it's not the right thing at all. ”

Jinghu deliberately made a fierce look, "It's just a fan with you, why do you talk so much, it's a big deal, I don't want it, don't bother me in the future." ”

Su He had already taken the rest of the fan, Xie Chiying took it with a smile and handed it to Jing Hu, "No matter how you say it's annoyed, I'm annoyed, I'm annoyed, I'll take it, and when the time comes, I'll embroider the flowers, and let me see how 'improvised' it is." ”

Jinghu took it, played with it in his hand for a while, and said to Xie Chiying: "I don't embroider anymore, I still paint." I can't draw myself, so I can't beg others? ”

walked around from behind the desk and walked to Ke Mingxu's side, "Brother Ke Shi, did you hear it, your cousin bullied me." You are a cousin, you have to take care of her, can you draw a fan for me. ”

In front of him, Jinghu has never taken any high shelves, and at this time he softened his tone.

Ke Mingxu hesitated for a moment, then took it.

"Today happens to be full of color and everything, and my grandfather asked me to point out Sister Ying'er's painting skills, although I feel that there is nothing to point out, the little county lord entrusted me, so I borrowed Sister Ying'er's place."

Xie Chiying smiled and moved out of the way, Ke Mingxu walked over, put the fan flat, and was about to pick up the pen, and asked Jinghu again, "What does the little county lord want me to draw on it?" ”

June hadn't passed yet, and Jinghu still wanted him to draw Gardenia and Jasmine.

But after thinking about it again, he decided to let him draw something else, "Brother Ke Shi might as well draw acacia flowers." I can't stay in the courtyard for long, and if I can stay on the fan, I'll take good care of it. ”

He just smiled and began to write on the fan. This was the first time Jinghu had seen him paint, and he unconsciously stood beside him. His expression of painting was very focused, and he was not disturbed by Jinghu standing beside him.

He's really moving at all times, always writing smoothly, with occasional pauses. Soon the acacia tree jumped on the fan, and Jinghu seemed to have smelled the fragrance of the acacia.

Finally, there was another inscription, "I love the flowers, the branches between the leaves, and the swaying is due to the wind." ”

After Xie Chiying finished reading it, she recited the whole poem, "After the three springs, look at the two trees in the west of the garden, and the shadows of the flowers are uneven." Wonderful hands fairy Shu weaving brocade, fine trance like a dream. The veins are pumped, the slender is paved with green, and the charm is determined by heaven. can be called a heroic show, why did he taste the cold. Favorite flowers, between the leaves and branches, swaying because of the wind. Wisps of the sun follow the red sun, burning up the face of the province. It's a sigh of romance, and finally it becomes haggard, infinitely desolate. There is a bright moon, and the night is still shining on the incense path. ”

After listening to this, Jinghu gradually felt some sorrow in his heart. burned out the face, and finally became haggard, and the originally good flowers were also infected by people's sorrows.

He also said: "When I was a child, my sisters practiced calligraphy, and we used the calligraphy written by my aunt herself, and there was this word in the middle. ”

Ke Mingxu put down the pen, his eyes still fell on the piece of acacia, "This whole poem, only this one sentence is the best, and it will not be lost in sadness." Just remember this one. ”

He obviously wanted to persuade Jinghu and Xie Chiying, don't care about the sorrow of the lyricist, after all, it is not what a little lady like them should have and should understand. But Jinghu clearly sensed that he was a little depressed.

Dusk is the courtyard where his mother lived, and this "Nian Nujiao" is probably also his mother's favorite word, he is sad for his mother.