Yujing walked beside Jingshu, his heart was like a drum, and he didn't dare to look at him, so he also learned from him to look directly at the lake. After looking at it for a long time, I still didn't think there was anything strange about this lake that was worth seeing for so long.

"Are you a little curious about why this pavilion is called Blowing Yantai?"

Yujing didn't expect Jingshu to suddenly speak, so he was startled, and only answered after a while.

"You'll find out later. ”

Skipping this topic, Jing Shu straightened up and said, "You also know that I asked you to come over today because I have something to say." ”

Yujing smiled, raised his eyes and looked at Jing Shu and said, "I know." ”

"I want you to be a boudoir lady in this garden in the future, whether it is manners or piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, you have to learn, just be rough, and you will be taught by Lu Lan Hongjun. Ignoring the growing surprise in Yujing's eyes, Jing Shu finished his words without hurrying.

After being silent for a long time, seeing that Jing Shu didn't have the slightest intention of explaining to himself, Yujing said bluntly: "I thought you were going to let me cultivate immortals." ”

Jing Shu's face was expressionless: "Cultivating immortals, that's the most boring and ruthless thing, it's just this road, but it's not up to me to take you in." As for what you learn today, he will be useful tomorrow. ”

"Yes, Tamai will learn by heart. ”

This was the first time Yujing had seen Jingshu's face expressionless, but the absence of expression meant everything, he hated cultivating immortals. Obviously, he is also a cultivator of immortals, why is this so. But if he doesn't cultivate immortals, he will turn into a piece of loess in just a hundred years, and he will no longer be able to accompany him.

At the moment when the two were talking, a white mist rose on the lake, and the whole attic was like a mountain top, and the clouds gradually covered the fog. The white mist spread into the attic, entangled between the two, and Jingshu's figure was obscured by the mist, and only an outline could be seen. Tamai suddenly felt a warm wind on his face, and then he clearly saw Jingshu's smiling face.

"That's how Blowing Yantai came about. ”

Yujing, who didn't understand what was going on, suddenly turned red. It turned out that it was Jingshu's breath that dispelled the mist. Fortunately, the clouds and mist quickly gathered and covered the redness on Yujing's face, which didn't let Jing Shu see anything unusual.

But Yujing still couldn't help but feel embarrassed, so he pretended to play with the heavy mist, blowing these white mist, and watching them change shape, like white clouds and dogs in the sky. After all, he is still a child, and when he sees fun things, he can't help but be childlike, and the embarrassment on his face disappears.

Jing Shu saw that she was interesting, and he didn't bother.

After about half an hour, the white mist gradually subsided, and the figures of the two people in the pavilion appeared more and more clearly.

After playing for a long time, Tamai is also a little tired.

"Let's go back to the courtyard first, and tomorrow I will be taught by Lu Lan Hongjun. Jing Shu saw that her face was a little tired, so she took the initiative to let Yujing go back.

"Good. Tamai answered and turned to go downstairs, in fact, she only then knew the name of the place where she lived last night.

Stepping on the road paved with lotus leaves again, Yujing's heart that had been hanging was put down. After a short time, I walked to the lake, and the green Lan Hongjun was already waiting here. The three of them then followed the road they had come from back to Shepbige.

Yujing sat down on the couch, and a little maid came up with tea. Lu Lan Hongjun stood beside her, and after the little maid retreated, Lu Lan Hongjun took a step forward and walked in front of Su Yujing and said, "I think Miss Su also knows, the son asked the slave to teach the girl to learn the etiquette and cultivation of Miss Boudoir." ”

"Yes, Sister Lulan, Sister Hongjun. It's good if you call me Yujing, don't call yourself a slave, I don't feel comfortable listening to it, okay~" Yujing didn't really think of the two of them as maids.

Midori Lan Hongjun first refused, but Tamai insisted on doing so, and they half pushed and half responded.

Lu Lan said: "I will teach you the piano and books, Hongjun is good at chess and painting, and I will start learning tomorrow." ”

"Then there are the two elder sisters. Tamai smiled.

Lu Lan Hongjun said in unison, "This is just our business. ”

Since Tamai was only going to start her class tomorrow, Hongjun suggested that she could take a tour of the garden today, after all, there were still some considerable things to see in the garden. But she refused, saying she wanted to have a good day off.

The day passed quickly.

The next morning, Lu Lan taught Yujing to read and play the piano, and in the afternoon, Hongjun taught her to paint and play chess. At the end of the day, Lu Lan Hongjun was full of praise for her, and said that she was the most talented student she had seen in all these years.

Time passes day by day, and in the blink of an eye, a year is passed. There isn't a day these days that Tamai doesn't spend a day not studying.

Over the past year, Jingshu would also take time to take a look at Yujing from time to time, and occasionally bring some gadgets on the street to relieve her boredom. Yujing's temperament was accustomed to Jingshu, and he was less and less silent when he came. But Jingshu has not been to this courtyard for a month. A month is not long, it is short, but it is not short, but it varies from person to person.

Early in the morning, incense was burned and hands were cleaned, and Tamai played the piano in his small courtyard.

Lu Lan Hongjun couldn't help but admire in her heart, and it was strange to say that just one year was just a little beginner stage for ordinary people to learn the piano, and looking at Yujing's fingering skills seemed to have been soaked in piano art for many years, but there was a little less piano heart. Even so, it's still a demon.

There was a figure standing quietly outside the door outside the courtyard, and it seemed that it had been standing for a long time.

The figure outside the door is naturally Jingshu, but it's a pity that he can't hear what Lu Lan Hongjun thinks in his heart, otherwise he must praise them for what they say. Jingshu will come to the Huanyuan today with the intention of inspecting Yujing's homework, but after listening to the sound of the piano outside the door for a while, he frowned. Although it has only been half a year, it shouldn't be like this with her qualifications, she has no piano sound but no piano heart.

Jing Shu waved away the little maid outside the door, telling them not to squeak, Lu Lan Hongjun watched Jing Shu enter the door before he could react, Jing Shu signaled with his eyes not to make a sound. Jingshu's intention was naturally not to disturb Yujing playing the piano, but also to see what her problem was.

Although Yujing had his back to Jingshu, he knew the moment he stepped into the threshold, she learned the piano as a lesson, and she was in the piano, but her heart was not there, and she always paid attention to foreign objects. For some reason, Tamai has always disliked the piano, as if he was disgusted from the bottom of his heart, and he always felt that this piano had a hint of ominousness.

Jingshu stood quietly behind her for a long time, until the sound of Tamai's piano gradually stopped. He didn't say anything to Yujing, so he asked Lu Lan, who was closer to him, "How did she learn?"

In front of Jingshu, Lu Lan always had a feeling of being ashamed of herself, she was a mess of sludge in front of him, and she couldn't help but want to hold her breath, as if this would reduce her sense of existence, not only her, but also Hong Jun. Lu Lan adjusted her breathing and said softly: "Hui Gongzi, the Yujing girl has learned very well, and the slave has nothing to teach her. ”

In front of Yujing, they may be occasionally presumptuous, but in front of Jingshu, they know deeply what the difference between cloud and mud is.