After a period of time, He Lingjiang went to He Xiangshan's courtyard every other day to chat and read with him, and He Xiangshan would always fall asleep slowly with the gentle sound of reading.

He smiled and said, "Asking Jiang to read is a good way to hypnosis." I've been getting better and better sleep these days. ”

Seeing that his face was much better, Song was also a little happy: "I slept well, and my complexion was really much better." If it can really be hypnotized, I should ask Ling Jiang to come back at night and read a paragraph to Lord Lang, I will listen to it next to me, and I will not be able to sleep more soundly when I go back. ”

He Xiangshan laughed: "What to do with her, she can come whenever she wants." What's more, I've gotten a lot better in the past few days, and now I can get out of bed and walk around twice, and I don't have that feeling of chest tightness and shortness of breath when I sleep at night. ”

"Just let her go about her own business. This kid doesn't seem to run out every day like before, and she rarely hears her talk about painting lately, but don't be bored when she encounters something. ”

Song laughed at him: "When I was obsessed with painting stones before, you said that she didn't know how to accompany you. Now that she doesn't run out, you're afraid that she's suffocating again. Lord Lang, you ......"

He Xiangshan couldn't help but smile.

He Lingjiang naturally will not be stuffy, although it is inconvenient for her to go out to bask in the sun, but she stays in the house and concentrates on practicing mysticism, and by the way, she points out Aman, and her life is full.

After breakfast, Qiong Zhi helped her clean the pen and ink she had previously used on the table, and placed them neatly one by one, and there were several volumes of paintings drawn by He Qi Niangzi in the painting jar next to the desk.

"Seven Niangzi, the daylight is just right, why don't you take out these paintings and dry them."

He Lingjiang walked over, pulled out a scroll from the painting jar, and slowly unfolded the scroll.

She is not good at drawing, but she has seen many famous works. The painting in his hand, the lines are fine and rigorous, mellow and delicate, the colors are elegant and rich, the portrayal of the figure is more nuanced, and the pen is skillful and smooth, not at all like the hand of a girl who has not yet reached the end of time.

In time, the painter will be able to win a place for himself in the way of calligraphy and painting.

loves painting and is good at painting, no wonder others privately call He Qi Niangzi a "painting idiot".

It's just a pity that such a little lady is.

She sighed in her heart and handed the scroll to Qiongzhi: "Take it out and dry it, be careful, don't break it." ”

Qiong Zhi should be, beckoning Qingzhu to set up a shelf in the courtyard.

After all the work was done, Qiong Zhi stepped into the house and said with a smile: "As soon as this picture scroll is unfolded, the people in the courtyard can't help but come to see it." The painting skills of the Seven Ladies are worthy of being the best among our many little ladies in Linchuan. ”

"Yes, the painting skills of the Seventh Lady still need to be said." Qingzhu continued, "Anyway, it's not been a lot of time I've seen you paint lately. ”

He Lingjiang lowered his eyes and flipped through the book, and said in a shallow voice: "The ancients all said, do one thing, focus on one thing, and refine one thing. Aman and I are busy learning to draw talismans now, and we can only talk about other things later. ”

Qingzhu nodded, too.

"Alright, it's time to go to my father's courtyard, and call Aman over."

He Lingjiang put down the scroll, took the fence and put it on himself, and then Aman held the umbrella and continued to study.

Today, the spell on He Xiangshan's body has been pulled out of seven-eight ten, and the rest is to nourish vitality.

This is something that needs to be done slowly.

What's more, the person who cast the curse has not reacted so far, but it teaches people to wonder if he has found something wrong and does not dare to act.

Aman held the umbrella and was slightly half a step behind her, and He Lingjiang led the maidservants all the way through the verandah, and when they passed through the garden, they saw a person pacing leisurely with a gait.

The man was only in his early twenties, dressed in a moon-white brocade round-necked robe, with blue-patterned boots on his feet, a sword at his waist, and fluttering clothes when he walked.

After seeing He Lingjiang, the man walked a few steps forward quickly.

Aman reminded softly: "It's Lord Shiro." ”

Oh, it turned out to be the person in Hefu who didn't have a home than himself.

Shiro Lord of the He family, He poet.

After all, it is still an elder, He Ling Jiang was about to curtsia and salute, but saw the other party rushing forward with an arrow: "Look at your chattering appearance." Ling Jiang, I heard that you can't bask in the sun recently, is it really fake? ”

As he spoke, he stretched out his hand and tore off the fence on He Lingjiang's head with a neat movement.

Although there was an umbrella to cover him, He Lingjiang still felt that his whole body was like a needle prick in an instant, and there was a sense of anxiety in his soul.

Aman was shocked: "Ah Lang! ”

She was about to ask Lord Shiro to return the power fence to the Seventh Lady, but she heard her own lady smile lightly, and her tone was unprecedentedly gentle: "Naturally, it's true." ”

As soon as the words fell, I saw Lord Shiro leaning back and sitting on the ground.

Tsk, that's not a big deal.

He Lingjiang calmly withdrew his right foot that had just stretched out, and started to put the fence back on, covering his body tightly.

"He Xiaoqi!"

Aman felt that his ears were full of He Shishi's angry roar.

He Lingjiang flicked the black yarn in front of him: "What to do?" ”

"Okay, you, eating the bear's heart leopard galled you. was so disrespectful to his elders, and he attacked me while I was unprepared. ”

He Shiren was about to faint with anger, he was so ashamed and humiliated, thinking that he had traveled for many years and acted chivalrous, he had never suffered such humiliation.

"Who is he?" He Lingjiang asked Aman sideways, "You all know, I don't remember the past. ”

Aman was a little speechless when she opened her eyes and said nonsense, so she had to say again: "Back to the Seventh Lady, this is Lord Shiro." ”

"Oh? Is it? I'm still not impressed. He Lingjiang shook his head.

He Shiren was so angry that she deliberately pretended to be stupid, he took a deep breath, quickly got up, patted his shirt, and there was a faint footprint on the moon-white silk robe.

He said viciously: "He Lingjiang, you remember it for me!" I am your fourth uncle, He Poet! ”

He Lingjiang was puzzled: "Are you good at writing poems?" ”

"What do you have to do with it!"

"Then how do you call a poet?" She said seriously, "If you are called a poet and can't write poetry, wouldn't it be very shameless." ”

He Shiren felt a stump in his heart, he felt that this was coming back, and He Lingjiang's girl poked his heart and lungs everywhere.

I think that he is the old son of the grandfather of the He family, he grew up in the palm of his hand since he was a child, and after his father died, his eldest brother was much older than him, and he also spoiled him.

Which Cheng thought, since He Lingjiang, the girl, was taken back to the house by the eldest brother, all the favor was snatched away by this girl, not to mention, now it is about to climb on his head!

He Shishi pointed at her, fierce and vicious: "You wait for me!" ”

"Good. Just waiting for what? ”

He Shishi choked, as an elder, did he still beat this girl? went to complain to the eldest brother and sister-in-law, but it was useless to think about it, not to mention that the eldest sister-in-law was still sick.

"Fourth uncle, do you blame me for disrespecting my elders?" He Lingjiang sighed, "I also saw the power fence being robbed, and I was afraid of the knee-jerk reaction. You may not know that your niece is not feeling well these days and can't get sun. ”

"What Cheng thought, Fourth Uncle, you didn't even avoid it, and you didn't work so hard, I just kicked it lightly, and you fell out. I'm sorry. ”

With that, she bowed slightly to the poet to apologize.

He Shishi's face turned red: "It's not right for me to rob you." But you can't help but win! How can a young man be so unmartial artistic? ”

"And what do you want?"

"One more time!"

"Huh?" He Lingjiang was puzzled, did this mean to let her kick him again?

This Lord of the He Family, could it be that he has a brain disease?