Winter turns to spring, and the osmanthus trees in Baiyun Courtyard begin to sprout new buds.

In the hazy drizzly morning, Xiaojing walked out of the small kitchen, wearing a pair of fluffy pink earmuffs on his ears and a plush scarf of the same color around his neck.

The young lady has been in retreat for more than half a year, and there is almost nothing she needs to do every day except to bring food in, clean the house, and take care of daily life.

Since the old man discovered Miss's qualifications, all the food and clothing in Baiyun Courtyard are the best, and she doesn't need to do the rough work of cleaning the yard and pruning flowers and plants, and she now has spare time to do what she likes.

Walking to the table and sitting down, Xiaojing picked up the half-made fur gown, compared it for a long time, threaded it with satisfaction, and continued to sew.

"Miss Jing, are you there?"

There was a faint sound outside the courtyard, and the people who came didn't seem to dare to be too loud, for fear of disturbing the owner of the courtyard.

Xiao Jing hurriedly put down the work in his hand and walked out, but at a glance, he frowned, walked to the gate of the courtyard in three steps and two steps, and complained softly to the visitor, "Didn't you just dispose of it yourself after you said it, why did you take it again." ”

The person who came also looked bitter and helpless, scratched his head, and spread his hands and said, "People are also the future city lords, I am a small handyman, how dare I deal with other people's letters privately." ”

"Forget it, give it to me."

After receiving the letter handed over by the little maid, Xiao Jing thought for a while, and took out a bunch of money from his arms, "Thank you for helping me collect good furs from the market a few days ago, you can take these first, and if there are such good things in the future, I will have to bother you." ”

The little guy hurriedly pushed back, waved his hand and said, "It's just a gesture, Miss Jing, you are too polite." ”

Seeing that Xiaojing was going to let him go again, the little guy hurriedly took two steps back, left a sentence of "The letter will be handed over to you", turned around and ran away.

"Hey, you're ......"

Looking at the back of the little guy, Xiao Jing had to shake his head, and calculated in his heart how to make something out of the small ingredients to thank him.

While walking back, while looking at the letter in his hand worriedly, Xiaojing tore open the seal printed with fire paint, unfolded the letter, and sure enough, it was still the same sentence: Fight with me, and settle Fang Xingyu.

I really don't know how the young lady provoked this eldest young master, in the past six months of retreat, almost every three or five days, such a "challenge letter" has been sent to Baiyun Courtyard.

When I received it for the first time, it really scared her, and she even ran to the master for help in a panic.

As a result, the old man came back from the City Lord's Mansion, but he laughed and told her not to care, and it slowly evolved into what it is today-everyone was not surprised by Young Master Fang's challenge book.

And the eldest young master of the Su family, he also asked to see Miss at the beginning, saying why did he want to take Miss out to play?

The people in the house couldn't persuade them several times, and they all came to Baiyun Courtyard. In the end, she came forward and told Young Master Su that Miss was going to be admitted to Bauhinia Academy, and she was now in retreat, please don't disturb her.

It seems that the eldest young master Su has never been here since that time, but every month he will send someone to send a beautiful dress, and I don't know what the eldest young master thinks.

Xiao Jing folded the letter in his hand into a small boxy bag, returned to the room, and took out a box to open, all of which were exactly the same, neatly arranged.

Carefully placing the small paper bag in the box and covering it, she returned to the table and began to sew the work she had left behind.

In this way, the days passed for a few more days.

At noon on this day, when Xiaojing finally finished the pink fur gown in her hand, she saw the white shadow at the door flickering, and she was suspicious that she was dazzled, when she heard the door of the next room of Shu Yunbai "squeak" softly and opened.

"Miss!"

With joy in her heart, she hurriedly threw her gown on the table, and ran out with her skirt.

Shu Yunbai was sitting on the steps outside the house, holding a snow-white little beast in his arms, smiling and stroking, seeing Xiaojing hurriedly running out, raising his little face, and smiling brightly.

"Xiaojing, have you eaten?"

After more than half a year of retreat, she has been in the mode of concentrating on cultivation, except for eating, she even saves sleep, not to mention having time to say a word or two to Xiaojing.

Seeing that Xiaojing's eyes were about to turn red, Shu Yunbai hurriedly stuffed the little sister into his arms, stood up and coaxed, "Don't don't, you are calm." ”

Xiaojing nodded with a twitch, and was about to say something when he heard a familiar voice outside the courtyard gate.

"Miss Jing, are you there?"

Shu Yunbai glanced at it and wondered, "Who is looking for you?" ”

"Actually, it's not a ...... looking for Xiaojing"

Scratching his head in embarrassment, Xiao Jing walked out of the courtyard to retrieve the letter under the signal of Shu Yunbai's eyes, handed it to Shu Yunbai, and said helplessly, "Miss, why did you provoke such a ......?"

After thinking about it, he swallowed the words on his lips, he is the only son of the city lord, and he can't slander others like this.

Shu Yunbai was a little inexplicable, she took the letter and tore it up casually, only glanced at it, and suddenly her whole face changed.

"No, he still remembers."

Crumpled the letter into a ball, threw it to Xiao Jing, thought about it and wondered, "No, how did he know that my retreat was over today?" ”

"Young Master Fang shouldn't know......"

Xiao Jing smiled dryly, seeing that Shu Yunbai's face was uncertain, so he sighed quietly, turned around and went into the room to get the box, and handed it to Shu Yunbai, "The letters here are all from Young Master Fang." ”

Well? It feels weird.

Shu Yunbai took the probe out to grab the box with one hand, and then stuffed it back into her arms, holding the box with the other hand, and opened it with a gentle pick with her thumb.

"So much?!"

When she saw the densely arranged small paper bag inside, she didn't hold back her hand, and the box fell to the ground, and the little sister jumped out of her arms, happily picked up the paper bag on the ground, and tore one with two little claws, and then picked it up and tore it again, getting happier and happier, and finally she was about to jump up.

"Little sister poof, don't make trouble."

Seeing that there were torn pieces of white paper everywhere on the ground, Shu Yunbai couldn't help but hold down the green tendons that burst out of the corners of his forehead, bent down and hooked the little guy in his arms, and turned to Xiao Jingdao, "Take it away, take it away, don't let me see these again." ”

Recruit who to provoke whom......

Seeing that the young lady seemed to be very sad, and her back was a lot lonely, Xiaojing finally couldn't help but worry.

She didn't dare to speculate too much when the young lady was in retreat before, but now she looks like this, it should be ......

Shu Yunbai, who turned around and went back to the house, didn't know that this stupid girl in her own family was already silently making up for her and Young Master Fang's various loves, hatreds, and hatreds.

"Xiaojing, I'm hungry, I'm going to eat braised pork at noon today, huh...... There are also grilled lamb chops, green pepper fish, anyway, let's get any greasy meat, and a bowl of thick chicken soup! ”

Xiao Jing hurriedly responded, and hurriedly ran outside the courtyard, so many dishes in the small kitchen can't be made, it seems that he has asked to help the chef of the Shu Mansion.

The young lady is really still sad, she usually doesn't eat like this.

Young Master Fang is too, what a hatred, it really hurts to give Miss a war letter like this!

While running, he silently slandered in his heart, Xiaojing decided that he would definitely not give him a good look when he saw this person in the future.

Fang Xingyu, who was exercising his fists and feet against the wooden stake at home, sneezed slightly.