Jiang Huan couldn't tell what kind of mind Ji Yixian was now, if it was in the past, he would definitely not be able to pursue it, and this matter would be regarded as the past if it was perfunctory.

But today...... Jiang Huan picked up the pen and dipped it in ink, and hung her wrist on the bookcase, but the tip of the pen couldn't touch the paper from beginning to end, so she could only hang it, and she couldn't put down the pen for a long time.

Ji Yixian's slender fingers rested on the edge of the table and knocked gently: "Why don't we be more elegant, how about writing a gambling book to consume the fragrance of tea?" ”

Jiang Huan, who was about to use a pen, suddenly raised her eyes to see Linglong who entered the room, and immediately stacked the pen, and looked at him with a wink, looking like I didn't understand anything.

Ji Yixian naturally knew that someone was coming in the house, and his body was slightly sideways, and his way was strictly blocked, Jiang Huan looked at Ji Yixian, and slowly moved his gaze to Linglong behind them.

Ji Yixian didn't look at it, and said directly: "Go out." ”

Linglong's face changed slightly, and then she reluctantly put the things in her hand on the table beside her, and then left behind the door.

"There's no one anymore." Ji Yixian stuffed the pen into her hand again, and then pointed to the place where she dripped ink, "Write, it's just a matter of one sentence." ”

"Since it's just a matter of one sentence, why do you have to ask me to write it, is it really that important if there is such a sentence?" Jiang Huan asked in a hoarse voice, but her mind turned a few times in such a moment.

But she found that no matter what, she didn't seem to be able to escape today, once Ji Yixian wanted to get the kind of pen she wrote just now, even if she was lucky today, he would find a chance to get it again sooner or later.

Jiang Huan's wrist moved slightly, changed the font slightly, and gave him a perfunctory one at random.

"I won't be spilled with tea by you again this time." As soon as she finished writing the last word, she heard Ji Yixian laughing briskly beside her, and then folded the paper in front of her very quickly and put it away.

Looking at his action, Jiang Huan was always a little uneasy in her heart, she absentmindedly put the pen on the inkstone, and said another thing: "The Lin family came to look for me today." ”

"Well, I'm sure you can handle it, so you don't have to talk to me." Ji Yixian also took a pen and wrote something slowly on the paper.

Jiang Huan looked over, and sure enough, she saw Ji Yixian silently writing down the words on the piece of paper she had just spilled according to her memory, the glyphs were roughly the same, but there were some pen strokes, but they still didn't look like them.

She twitched her eyelids: "It was Ji Xing who came to pick me up, and he told me a lot along the way." ”

"Ji Xing?" Ji Yixian finally raised his head and looked away from that line of handwriting.

"yes." Jiang Huan bowed his head, "He said that Suzhou has not been very peaceful recently, so you should be careful when you go out recently, so as not to have an accident, and you won't even find a substitute ghost." ”

Regarding what Jiang Huan is saying now, Ji Yixian won't believe a word: "Is Ji Xing really saying that?" ”

"Of course, or do you think I'm trying to coax you?" Jiang Huan held her head, "Master Shizi, I'm not so bored yet." ”

"But I see, you're just so boring." Ji glanced at her with an envy, "You don't really think that I really don't have anyone in this mansion." ”

As he spoke, Ji Yixian lowered his head again and rewrote the line again, and it was already six or seven points similar at this moment.

"It seems that in the future, even if the prince leaves the palace, he will definitely be able to live in this world like a fish in water." Jiang Huan glanced at the line of words that Ji Yixian had just written, and jumped off the Luohan bed.

Ji Yixian didn't block her way, so she let her swagger away from him.

After leaving, Ji Yixian held her breath again and put pen to paper, which was similar to what she had just written.

That's enough...... Ji Yixian folded the paper and put it in his arms, not afraid that Jiang Huan would steal what he had just written.

Get up the next day.

Ji Yixian didn't go to the study, changed his clothes and went straight out of the house, walking hurriedly, as if he was chasing something. Under Qin'er's service, Jiang Huan also got up slowly, ready to take out the appearance of a princess and go to visit Chaoyu and Broken Branches.

But before she could pass, Chaoyu and Broken Branches came to the door together as if they had made an appointment, and met outside.

Jiang Huan straightened her cuffs and nodded towards Qin'er.

In fact, in Suzhou, which is not big or small, there are only a handful of places that Ji Yixian can go.

On the bustling long street, Ji Yixian walked through the crowd, looked up at the still busy Jishitang, lowered his eyes slightly, and walked inside, the doctor and the medicine boy here knew that he was Han Yong's patient, and they didn't stop him when they saw him coming, so they directly put him in the backyard of the medicine hall.

When he went, Han Yongzheng was squatting on the ground to pick up medicine, changed into coarse cloth clothes, and lost his usual finesse, but that face could still be described as flowery and moon-like.

In fact, Han Yong was born exquisite, just because he usually wears a brocade robe and jade robe, and he has a face all the year round, which makes it easy to ignore the fact that he has outstanding color, but now, ...... After fading away from this body, the advantage of his appearance was revealed.

He was barearmed, his forehead was already covered with a layer of sweat, hanging under the corner of his eye, obviously pitiful, but as soon as he spoke, the words were not very good: "Why are you here again?" ”

"I haven't found out about that, you can get out." After speaking, Han Yong continued to turn his head and pick up the medicinal herbs.

In the face of Han Yong's dislike, Ji Yixian didn't have any ideas, and he didn't meet him on the first day, so what kind of virtue he was, he had already figured it out.

"I remember you did a little bit of research on calligraphy?" Ji Yixian didn't pay attention to his attitude, and asked to himself.

Hearing the word calligraphy, Han Yong stopped the hand that was picking up the medicinal herbs, he got up like a stream, and told the medicine boy to clean up everything here within today, and then put down the sleeves he was holding and entered the house with Ji Yixian.

There was no light in the house, and there were no bamboo curtains to cover it, and it was pitch black.

After he turned on the lamp, he led the general to a low table and sat down, and the candle was set aside: "I remember that calligraphy is also good, why do you want to ask me." ”

"I'm good at calligraphy, but not all of them are dabbled, and some places are not as good as yours." Ji Yixian said, and spread out all the two pieces of paper that he had gathered yesterday in front of him, "This is written by Jiang Huan, this is what I wrote in imitation of her handwriting." ”

"Yesterday, I accidentally wrote it smoothly, and she usually used block letters."

Han Yongji glanced at it with great interest, then reached out and came to him, and after studying it for a long time, he said with some uncertainty: "She shouldn't be from Dayan." ”

"Why do you say that?" Ji Yixian twisted his eyebrows, "I know that she is indeed not Jiang Huan, but that person Yazi is doing business in the territory of Dayan, if he is not from Dayan, why would he ......?"

"Let's leave this aside for now, you can look at her words." Han Yong interrupted his words, "This is the word of a big Qin person, although Jiang Huan deliberately softened it a little, but because I was very interested in this person, I personally went to Daqin to ask for his handwriting, so I was very impressed." ”

"And Daqin and Da Yan are also incompatible, except for people who are very good at calligraphy, they will never deliberately copy this font, not to mention official learning, even in private schools, they will never let them copy Daqin's calligraphy."

"This guy is extremely famous on the Daqin side." Han Yong lightly put the two pieces of paper on the candle flame, and then threw them into the copper basin placed on the side, "So, unless she is a Great Qin clan herself." ”

"I don't think there's a better explanation."

Han Yong was right-hearted, but Ji Yixian did not admit it, nor did he deny it.

Because he knew very well that Han Yong would not lie to him about such a trivial matter: "Since she is from Great Qin, how can she return to Great Yan." ”

"I guess—" Han Yong raised his eyebrows a little absurdly, "Maybe it's because of the family's discord and sisters' discord." ”

Ji Yixian pondered for a moment, and said unhurriedly: "Then move the person to Dayan and check." ”

Hearing this, Han Yong looked at him with some surprise: "Are you going to save people to the end and send the Buddha to the west?" ”

Who knew that Ji Yixian shook his head again: "No, I took her, no matter what, I should give her parents an explanation, I get along with her these days, and I can probably know a thing or two." ”

As if he had heard some joke, Han Yong jumped up, his eyes were a little hideous: "Are you crazy, you know that she is from Daqin, and you are still going to marry?" Ji Linyuan, don't tell me anything, you like her, she won't marry in this life? ”

"I'll let you read less of the book." Ji Yixian furrowed his brows, "Since I have a husband and wife with her, isn't it a man's responsibility to marry someone back?" ”

It's okay not to listen, but when he heard Han Yong, he immediately gasped: "Tsk, Ji Linyuan, are you crazy, just her face, can you do it?" ”

"Calculated." Ji Yixian rubbed his forehead with a headache, but in his heart he thought about the soft and slender waist held in his palm that night, "It's that Chaoyu." ”

"I don't know where she got all that stuff."

Saying this, Han Yong also understood: "Is it the morning rain that Jiang Huan told you?" The one you asked me to look up? ”

Ji Yixian nodded.

"I didn't see it, that little girl was so keen." Han Yong had already sat down with the hem of his clothes again, "By the way, the medicine I promised to give Jiang Huan has also been prepared, you can take it back and give it to her in a while." ”

"Well, take it now, I'm going to Jiang Mansion and ask about something." Ji bowed his head with envy and slowly got up.

The candle shadow is faint.

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