Qing'er sent Jiang Shanyuan back to her mother, and now she had to hurry to the study to make some pen, ink, paper and inkstone for Jiang Zhen to wait a while.

She has been busy all morning, not a drop of water has entered, her mouth is already dry, and she can't see a trace of blood.

When the study was approaching, Jiang Zhen was already sitting in the back room, closing his eyes, holding a soup bowl and sipping tea, and his little mouth was closed one by one, which was particularly cute.

But look at her son's embarrassment again, eating a tea is like a chicken pecking rice, for most of the day, this tea seems to have not been touched.

No, he spit out a little tongue again, and said "bitterly" one after another, and it seemed that it was difficult to speak.

Glancing at the soup bowl in his hand again, he exclaimed, "How can this be?!" I've been eating tea for so long, and there are so many! ”

She is in a difficult situation at this time, holding a small head, and she is very embarrassed.

But in a blink of an eye, she found Qing'er who came to inkstone for her, and the corners of her mouth lifted upwards in an instant, and she, the eccentric master, must have used some external brains again.

"Qing'er, Qing'er, you've been busy all morning, you must be thirsty, come on, drink this." Jiang Zhen hurriedly handed over the tea and said to her.

"No, no, Qing'er will go to the room to find some water later, and it will be good to moisten your throat." Qing'er refused, having said that, her eyes were staring at Fucha, and she would swallow a few mouthfuls of saliva from time to time, which was not difficult to see.

"No! You are my scholar, you deserve to listen to me, quickly! Hold it, drink it all for me, no need for leftovers! Jiang Zhen said.

"This ...... This...... That...... That's it, then Qing'er will rely on the three ladies. For her, this was not an order, but a reward.

Hurriedly stretched out her hand and took the tea handed by Jiang Zhen, she was already dry at the moment, and she couldn't care so much, so she picked up the soup bowl and ate the tea in a big gulp.

Although it is a little bitter and astringent, but the effect of reducing heat and dispelling fatigue is also true, a large bowl of tea is in the stomach, and it feels very cool when it is on the table, and he is busy thanking: "Xie Sanniang appreciates the tea, Qing'er is already quenching her thirst at this time." ”

"Okay, good, just eat it." Jiang Zhen glanced into the bowl, and he really ate it all without a drop.

This year's summer heat was escaped by her again.

Qing'er, this little girl is also lovely, honest, hard-working, not to mention complaining, not a little bit of a little temperament, Jiang Jing and Jiang Zhen treat her as their own, and they have long regarded her as their own sister.

After the two of them grinded and chirped, Qing'er began to open the inkstone for Jiang Zhen, just when Shui Xin came to find his own lady, he stood outside the door and called: "Third lady, your teacher is here." ”

Hearing this, she turned her head to look out of the door, but saw that the road platform was standing behind Shui Xin, and there were stacks of them in her hands, carrying various colored cartons.

But after thinking about it again, no, which of these little peach cakes is what she likes to eat, it is clearly what her translator likes to eat, and she only likes to eat this little peach cake after she likes him.

There is really him everywhere, his own food, clothing, and daily life, from dressing up to ordinary oral habits, are all influenced by him, and they are all changed because of him.

If you run away with him, then if one day, he really doesn't want himself, then what should he do?!

The little peach cake brought by the road, she didn't move a bite, and took it all to share with the sisters.

If in the past, she would not have been able to bear to go to class, but now she seems to have changed her sex, and she is busy pulling the sleeves of the road platform, and she said "teacher" several times in a row, which is very respectful.

Or if you want to get a glimpse of the troubles in your heart, the road platform is clear, the things in the water square that day have already been spread by the group of spectators, talking about what Jiang Jiamanni was abandoned by the nobles, and it is not miserable to wash her face with tears.

It's not an exaggeration, no, after hearing about it, Lutai immediately rushed to Jiang's mansion, under the guise of going to class, in fact, to see Jiang Zhen, he was still thinking about other people.

See you now, it doesn't seem to be much melancholy, so it's strange, don't you all talk about washing your face with tears?! But looking at her dedication to writing and ink, she couldn't find a trace of sadness.

It is estimated that it should be the nonsense of the group of masters who don't think it's a big deal, it's all rumors, untrue and untrue, Lu Tai thought so.

Looking back at Jiang Zhen again, the big characters on her scroll are very spiritual, and the words are all steady, and there is no childishness in every stroke, and her state of mind must have grown a lot.

"How?" She casually stirred up a wisp of green silk and brought a touch of the fragrance of her daughter's home, wafting and flowing between her noses, which made him intoxicated beside him.

"Huh? Why don't you make a sound? Don't you think I'm ugly?! Seeing that he had not spoken for a long time, and a series of words came out, he came back to his senses and hurriedly said, "Okay! Very good! Miss Jiang Zhen, you're about to catch up with me! ”

"What are you talking about?! My words are obviously not inferior to yours, okay?! Jiang Zhen said hurriedly, but in the end, he still praised her, and he didn't talk about it at the moment, and he didn't take it seriously.

After class, Jiang Zhen, this girl, is going to call people blindly, what is it to find the ink workshop, buy some four treasures of the study, I hope he can come to help him to staff the staff, to put it bluntly, it is not to lead him to do coolies.

That is, Jiang Zhen doesn't say it, Lutai also knows, anyway, it's not the first time it has been like this, just do coolies, do coolies.

Wandering towards the ink shop, I wanted to empty my mind and not think about the annoying guy, but in a trance, I actually thought of him again.

Why did you come to this ink shop this time?

It's not all because he didn't accompany him before, he said that day to go to the wine shop to find that Yan Wutao, but he sat all night, until he was invited to the yamen.

No way, no way, no way! It's only been a while, why did his figure come to mind again? This is not appropriate, the days will still be long, and you have to live for yourself.

Jiang Zhen stopped, and suddenly said coldly, "Let's not go to the ink shop." ”

"Not going? Why? Lu Tai was puzzled.

"If you don't go, you don't go! Where do you have so many questions! Let's go, eat the bread and go. "Good guy, don't worry about Chen Yi and change her mind about the cake, that's all she has to offer.

It is said that the road is narrow, and there must be some truth in the words of this old ancestor, and when he went out on the street, he bumped into Chen Yi and the scoundrel girl beside him.

Yu Chang, this girl must be calculating, this red line between Chen Yi and Jiang Zhen, whether it is even is tied by Yue Lao himself, the two of them who love each other so much, if they want to break up, it is not easy to talk about it, but she is not discouraged, no, and the next fart followed.

But seeing Chen Yi walking in front alone, he didn't pay attention to Yu Chang, but this girl is also cheeky, so no matter whether you hate her or not, she still chatters endlessly: "Lang Jun, look at this." "Lang Jun, look at that."

Dancing the Muzhi umbrella in his hand, through the silk cloth on the edge of the umbrella, a little light spot scattered down, but not too dazzling, just a little dry, even with the umbrella, it is not used at all, and it is already sweating.

"Lang Jun, look at you, this forehead is full of sweat, come, wipe it quickly." Yu Chang stretched out her hand to hand over the sweat towel, and did not forget to tilt the umbrella towards him, which was very careful.

I looked at his face again, although it was a little old-fashioned, but he was still handsome in the end, I really couldn't understand why he loved that manny.

"Thank you, Miss Yu Chang." Chen Yi took the sweat towel, but coincidentally, the fingertips of the two touched, and suddenly they felt numb in their hearts, although Yu Chang is an old man, there are countless men who have hooked up, but he Chen Yi is tempted.

It's strange, what is the matter with such a feeling, such a state of mind? Yu Chang wondered.