Shang Sang was very pleased that she could say such a thing.

nodded appreciatively at her,

"I think so too, even though he's always been well disguised."

Zhiyile's tail was about to rise to the sky, and after understanding the meaning of her words, he exclaimed, "So, Madam means that Young Master Jing is the head of the Rong family?" ”

Shang Sang chuckled silently.

He stood up and clapped his hands gently.

"Shouldn't we go and block Young Master Jing at this time?"

The meeting between these two people is to pick their noses and eyes, and squeeze each other day and night.

At this time, Shang Sang rushed to the door to 'add blockage'.

Zhiyi was not interested in that kind of picture, but he was also worried that his master would suffer, so he raised his feet and followed.

It's a pity that she pounced on the air, and Rong Jing was not there.

She didn't leave immediately, she sat down at the table and suddenly opened his masterpieces of the past few days.

Strong and powerful font, one stroke at a time in an orderly manner.

The lines outline the smooth osmanthus tree, and the whole picture scroll is full of charm.

Shang Sang was fascinated for a while.

But I didn't have that interest, and I yawned after a while.

Shang Sang looked at the traces of his wonderful pen on the rice paper, which perfectly made her unable to find the slightest shortcoming.

After looking at it for a long time, I have the urge to make it bad, so I will brand different traces on the rice paper according to my own preferences.

A pen in the left hand, and a pen in the right hand.

Draw a turtle with your left hand, and drop a big green worm on the scroll with your right hand......

But she's busy.

It wasn't until her eyes were dark that she slowly raised her head.

"It's time for lunch, let's go back."

However, no one in the room responded to her.

Looking around, Zhiyi had fallen asleep on the small table.

……

The fragrance of stir-fried cabbage wafts through the courtyard.

Just smelling the smell makes people salivate.

Chu Qi stood under the red maple in front of the courtyard gate, her face still wearing a white veil, which was particularly conspicuous against the background of the red maple.

Seeing the two coming back, she hurriedly instructed the maids to make vegetables.

"What about the nine nights?" Shang Sang looked around.

Chu Qi lowered his eyes slightly and said, "The materials for making winter clothes are here, and Jiuye took a few sisters to the warehouse to help choose." ”

Shang Sang looked at Zhiyi, "There should be a lot of materials to buy this year, so you all go and pick and choose." ”

are all young girls of the same age, how can there be any reason not to love beauty.

Zhiyi nodded happily, and stretched out his hand to pull Chu Qi.

She stood still.

"Slaves don't need it." Chu Qi's tone was as stiff as her posture at the moment.

Shang Sang smiled, "I never treat people harshly. ”

The implication is that if you don't want her to be called a villain, you will obediently choose the material.

Only then did Chu Qi leave with Zhiyi.

The rest of the maids who were waiting couldn't hide their excitement and followed Zhiyi behind.

As soon as the people left, they felt that the yard was empty, and only the dead leaves were still slowly falling.

After half an hour, Shang Sang had just finished eating, and the maids in the courtyard had returned.

Xu chose his favorite cloth, and all of them smiled with satisfaction.

Only Chu Qi and Jiuye were still expressionless as if they had finished a great punishment.

Shang Sang suddenly felt a headache, although she knew that if she wanted the two of them to live like normal people, it would not be achieved overnight.

But in the face of this situation, she couldn't help but feel frustrated.

She summoned Chu Qi and Jiuye to her.

"Take the veil off." Shang Sang's slender fingers tapped on the small table to show solemnity.

Remind the two to place the veil off on the small table.

The two looked at each other, confused.

After a moment's hesitation, he took off his veil.

According to the past practice, after the two took off their veils, they would inevitably encounter ridicule and even abuse.

But these verbal injuries are not worth mentioning at all compared to the pain caused by flesh wounds.

It's just that at the moment when they took off their veils, both of them couldn't help but stand on end, and their hearts were full of torment.

Seeing that they were nervous and didn't even dare to look directly into their eyes, Shang Sang had to sigh helplessly.

"Why don't you use the snow jade paste I gave you both?"

Although I don't know how she saw it, the two of them couldn't help but get angry, but they still knelt down with a bang.

Shang Sang had no choice but to say softly, "I said earlier that Snow Jade Paste has a miraculous effect on skin decay, why don't you try it?" ”

The two didn't know how to answer for a moment.

"You don't believe me? Still don't believe you can live like a normal person? She was still soft-spoken.

These words hit the hearts of the two like rain.

For some reason, the eye sockets began to sore.

After holding back for a long time in the ninth night, he held back a hard sentence, "Please forgive Madame." ”

Shang Sang couldn't help but laugh.

Unlike the usual taunts, her laughter was full of pity.

The laughter turned into a warm current and flowed through the hearts of the two.

While the two of them were stunned, Shang Sang opened the drawer, took out a box of brand-new snow jade paste, and personally applied it to Chu Qi's face.

When her warm fingers touched the scar on Chu Qi's face, she reflexively ducked backwards, with an unconcealable panic on her face.

"It takes ten days and half a month, and you don't need to be reminded by others, and you can notice the changes yourself." She withdrew her hand and explained again.

"Slave and maid remember."

Only then did the two of them bow their heads and retreat.

At the age of flowers, he has endured the torture that many people have never been unable to bear.

Even hard-hearted people will inevitably not be moved.

In the evening, it suddenly rained again.

Rong Jinghao came back almost drenched.

I hurriedly took a hot bath, and I also dispelled the fatigue of my body.

Wan Niang was sharp-eyed and careful, and personally sent him a bowl of cordyceps chicken soup.

She couldn't enter the house, so she only let the maid who was guarding outside send her in.

Although Rong Jinghao did not refuse, he pushed it to Zining.

Zi Ning didn't dare to refuse, took a sip with resentment, and then his expression changed, and his sadness disappeared.

Oh my god, it's so fragrant.

It's a pity that his master doesn't drink it.

When the maid went out with the empty bowl, Wan Niang also saw it, she thought it was Rong Jinghao who drank it, and she was overjoyed immediately.

Rong Jinghao had the habit of reading books before falling asleep, and today he went out of the city and visited several shops, but he was really a little sleepy, so he didn't walk in front of the bookshelf.

His eyes swept lightly around the table, and he noticed that there was a small amount of ink falling on the carpet, and he would clean up the places he had used, and now there were stains, and he concluded that someone had entered his room.

He stepped forward suspiciously, picked up the picture scroll inserted in the porcelain vase, and placed it on the table.

This sight suddenly made his heart beat rapidly and suddenly.

He is quite narcissistic about his Danqing pen and ink on weekdays, but he is only a lonely self-appreciation, and ordinary people are not worthy of appreciating his pen and ink.

But the things he regarded as treasures were added with pen and ink, making bells and whistles, ridiculous, and he was so angry that he couldn't do it.

Throw the scroll to the ground, eager to pull out the man and punish him severely.

Seeing this, Zi Ning hurriedly stepped forward to check, and after seeing the traces on the scroll, he almost turned his back on it.