Cheng Yujin finished a piece of calligraphy in one go. She was very satisfied, but she didn't take the initiative to speak out. However, after waiting for a while, she found that Cheng Yuanz was looking at something and didn't respond.
Cheng Yujin looked at him strangely and found that Cheng Yuanz was looking at her side. She tidied up her sleeves and didn't find anything wrong.
"Ninth Uncle?"
Cheng Yuanz retracted his gaze and calmly looked at the paper. Seeing his behavior, Cheng Yujin felt that she was making a fuss over nothing. Cheng Yujin carefully tried to guess Cheng Yuanz's expression, but she couldn't see anything. Cheng Yujin gradually became nervous and asked in a low voice, "Ninth Uncle, what do you think?"
Cheng Yuanz looked down at her and said lightly, "For a woman, it's not bad."
Cheng Yujin didn't like to hear these words. Good was good, bad was bad. What did he mean by "not bad for a woman"? Who was he looking down on?
She raised her eyebrows and deliberately asked, "Then what about everyone?"
"If you don't have a good heart, you'll be distracted when you write." Cheng Yuanz said without any politeness. Cheng Yujin narrowed her eyes. Although she was angry, she knew that he was right.
For the sake of reputation, Cheng Yujin practiced all the famous skills of a woman in the boudoir, such as embroidery and playing the zither. She could do them all very beautifully. However, in fact, what she really liked was calligraphy.
Calligraphy was also one of her best skills. However, as a stepdaughter, she could stand out in some areas and not others, such as writing, poetry, and prose. This was something that her younger brothers in the family should stand out. She couldn't steal their spotlight.
Therefore, Cheng Yujin had never shown her calligraphy skills in front of outsiders. That day in front of Marquis Cheng, in order to please Marquis Cheng, she bragged about the calligraphy collected by Old Marquis. She didn't expect it to be Cheng Yuanz's. Cheng Yujin was a bit embarrassed. When she started writing today, she wanted to show Cheng Yuanz how good her calligraphy was.
Who would have thought that because he paid too much attention to writing beautifully, he would end up at a disadvantage.
Cheng Yujin was not convinced. She picked up the pen and quickly wrote the word "Jin" on the edge of the paper. Cheng Yujin put down her pen and looked up at him. "Ninth Uncle, what about now?"
Cheng Yuanz found it funny. This woman was really competitive. She was obviously scheming and prideful, yet she still pretended to be virtuous.
But then again, her handwriting was quite remarkable.
Cheng Yuanz couldn't help but look at her left hand. Cheng Yujin noticed it this time. She lowered her head and remembered that her left hand was still injured.
Cheng Yujin immediately held onto the table and smiled in a strong and sensible manner. "Ninth Uncle, it's just a flesh wound. It's nothing serious."
With Cheng Yujin's prideful personality, Cheng Yuanz wouldn't even believe half of it if she said it was fine. He paused for a moment and asked, "What happened last night had nothing to do with you. Why did you ask for forgiveness and even get yourself injured?"
Cheng Yujin was stunned when she heard this question. Then she looked up at Cheng Yuanz in amusement. "Ninth Uncle, what do you think I should do?"
"The dispute between father and grandfather started because of me. Although it's because of a long-standing grudge and has nothing to do with me, will grandmother and mother care? I stood out yesterday to block a whip. If I didn't do anything, Ninth Uncle, what do you think will happen to me? "
Cheng Yuanz was silent. He asked, "In the past, did Cheng Yuan-hsien scold you in front of everyone like this?"
Cheng Yujin recalled what happened yesterday. She slowly remembered that Cheng Enbao made a fuss yesterday. Cheng Yuan-hsien felt embarrassed and yelled at her, saying that she didn't know how to take care of her brother. Cheng Yujin didn't care. "It's just a scolding. There's no real loss. Why should I care about it?"
Anyway, she would be able to leave the Cheng Family as soon as she got married. Cheng Yuan-hsien and Qingfu would continue to spoil Cheng Enbao. They would suffer in the future.
Cheng Yuanz was speechless. For a moment, an indescribable feeling welled up in his heart. How old was she? How could she say such rational and heartless words? How did the Cheng Family treat her in the past? How did they make her so bright and restrained?
Cheng Yuanz was angry at the Cheng Family. His mood was inexplicable. He didn't even care when Cheng Yuan-hsien offended him yesterday. Why did he get angry when he heard Cheng Yujin's words?
Cheng Yuanz was wondering what was wrong with him when he heard Cheng Yujin roll up her sleeves and say slowly, "All living things suffer. Ninth Uncle can't be pitying me, right?"
Cheng Yujin raised her head and smiled at Cheng Yuanz. The corners of her eyes narrowed, revealing a kind of seductive slyness. "Feelings are worthless. Ninth Uncle, rather than pitying me, why don't you give me some real benefits?"
Cheng Yuanz was so angry that he laughed. He glanced at her. He liked Cheng Yujin's magnanimous attitude. After Cheng Yujin's interruption, the inexplicable feelings in his heart disappeared completely.
Cheng Yuanz didn't like to owe people. Yesterday's incident was caused by him. Cheng Yujin was just implicated. He took out a porcelain bottle from the side of the store and threw it to Cheng Yujin. Cheng Yujin caught it in a hurry. She picked it up and looked at the bottle. She was stunned. "Medicine?"
"Yes."
Cheng Yujin's face was full of unwillingness. "Why are you giving me medicine? Can't you change it? "
In all these years, Cheng Yuanz had met someone who wasn't satisfied with his reward and clamored for him to change it. Cheng Yuanz wasn't angry. He smiled and looked at Cheng Yujin. "What did you say?"
"I think …" Cheng Yujin raised her head and met Cheng Yuanz's eyes. She swallowed the words she was about to say. "I think, Ninth Uncle is really attentive and kind. Thank you Jiushu. "
Kind? The nineteen-year-old crown prince thought that as a ruler, he indeed had to be kind, but he wasn't to the point of being praised for being kind, right? Cheng Yuanz thought about how he and Cheng Yujin were uncle and nephew in name. It was fine to praise a father's generation as being kind.
Perhaps it was because Cheng Yujin's last sentence of "Thank you, Uncle Jiu" was too straightforward and sweet. For the first time, Cheng Yuanz didn't argue with her about her crime. Instead, he took the lead and walked to the big desk in the inner room. After he entered, he saw that Cheng Yujin was still standing in the same place. He raised his eyebrows and said, "What are you still standing there for? Come here. "
Cheng Yuanz's courtyard was also divided into two parts. There were five main rooms in the front and an additional room in the back. He lived alone in a bigger room than other people's families. He didn't have a wife or concubines by his side, so the space was very spacious. The two rooms on the east side were connected by him and made into a study.
The study was elegantly decorated and the space was well-arranged. It was clear that the owner had good taste. But even so, there was only one desk inside.
Cheng Yuanz was still standing in front of the desk. Looking at his posture, wasn't he going to teach her how to write?
Cheng Yujin thought that men and women shouldn't touch each other. Even if he was her uncle, there was no reason for him to hold his almost adult niece. If he was going to teach her how to write, he would be too close.
Cheng Yuanz waited for a long time. When he saw Cheng Yujin dawdling in front of the Many Treasures Pavilion, his expression changed. Cheng Yuanz put down his brush and said, "You've lived in the inner courtyard for so many years. Is this all you have? Come and grind the ink. "
When Cheng Yuanz saw Cheng Yujin, he was clearly shocked. He was puzzled at first, but after thinking about it, he raised his eyebrows with a smile that wasn't a smile. "What did you think it was?"
Cheng Yujin smiled gently at Cheng Yuanz. She walked to his side and rubbed the ink table hard. She wanted to throw this person into the ink table and crush them together.
Cheng Yuanz's brush moved like a dragon and a snake. A line of majestic words appeared on the paper. Cheng Yujin moved forward to take a look. She couldn't help but be convinced. "Ninth Uncle's writing is really good."
No wonder he dared to laugh at her. He really did have the capital to do so.
Cheng Yuanz put down his brush and motioned for Cheng Yujin to come forward. Cheng Yujin took another brush. When she turned around, her sleeve accidentally bumped into the pen holder. Cheng Yujin's eyes were sharp and her hands were quick. She quickly grabbed the pen holder and moved it to a more convenient place.
Cheng Yuanz looked at Cheng Yujin's familiar actions and his eyes narrowed slightly.
She used her left hand just now?
Would someone with an injured left hand subconsciously use her left hand to support something?
Cheng Yuanz's gaze changed. He looked at Cheng Yujin without batting an eyelid. Cheng Yujin was immersed in copying and didn't realize that someone was sizing her up behind her.
Cheng Yuanz only observed for a short while before he was completely sure that Cheng Yujin wasn't injured.
At noon, a maid came to call Cheng Yujin for lunch. When Cheng Yujin was changing her clothes, Lian Qiao casually said to Cheng Yujin, "Eldest Miss wasn't here the whole morning. Great Aunt sent someone to ask about you twice."
"Great Aunt sent someone?" Cheng Yujin immediately perked up. "What did Great Aunt want?"
"Great Aunt was worried about your injury and sent someone to ask about it."
The voices outside gradually became softer. Cheng Yujin stopped outside the cubicle and blessed the study from afar. "Ninth Uncle, I'll take my leave first."
Cheng Yuanz's expression didn't change. His gaze gently fell on Cheng Yujin. After she left, his gaze instantly deepened.
So that's how it was. It turned out that everything she did yesterday was for Cheng Min to see. She was really attentive to that young master of the Xu family.
For a man, she pretended to be injured and even lied to him. She was really good.
Last night, Cheng Yuanz specially asked someone to get the Shuhen ointment from the palace. He didn't expect that from the beginning, it was a performance by Cheng Yujin.
Cheng Yuanz looked at the "Jin" character that appeared from the pile of paper and coldly hooked his lips.
Cheng Min was still brooding over last night's unhappy parting. Today, she specially asked the kitchen to make Old Marquis and Cheng Yuan-hsien's favorite dishes. Then, she half-pushed and half-pulled Marquis Cheng over and deliberately had a lively meal.
Marquis Cheng's expression eased a lot. Although he hated his son for being useless, he still longed for his children to be reunited. Cheng Min deliberately pulled Marquis Cheng and Cheng Yuan-hsien to talk. In another room, the younger generation also gathered together to play.
Cheng Yujin spent the whole day writing during the day. It was only now that she had the time to pay attention to Xu Zhixian. She was considering the boundary between showing goodwill and being reserved when she suddenly saw Cheng Yuanz about to go out and was walking towards the building.
For some reason, Cheng Yujin had a bad premonition. She subconsciously stopped talking and focused her eyes on Cheng Yuanz.
Cheng Yuanz walked to the door. Just when Cheng Yujin thought that she was overthinking, she suddenly heard a familiar voice. "Cheng Yujin."
Cheng Yujin reflexively stood up. "Ninth Uncle."
Cheng Yuanz looked at her and smiled very calmly. "Don't you need to go back and practice writing?"
Cheng Yujin felt bad. It was already night time and everyone was crowded at Old Lady Cheng's place. She was going to practice writing?
Marquis Cheng heard their movements and asked, "Ninth Masters, what's wrong?"
Cheng Yuanz was still looking at Cheng Yujin and smiled. "The Qianqiu Festival is around the corner. Heaven will give you a great responsibility. Niece, don't you think so?"
Marquis Cheng found it strange and asked someone to help him over to find out what was going on. Cheng Yujin sighed and thought that there was still a long way to go. It wouldn't be too late for her to come back tomorrow to make a good impression on Xu Zhixian.
Cheng Yujin straightened up and lowered her head. "Ninth Uncle is right."
"Then let's go."
Cheng Yuanz didn't seem to have any intention of leaving alone. Cheng Yujin could only grit her teeth and reluctantly say goodbye to everyone. She then chased after Cheng Yuanz.
After going out, Cheng Yuanz didn't deliberately wait for her. Cheng Yujin had to work very hard to keep up with Cheng Yuanz's pace. She looked at the back of the person in front of her and wondered what was going on. Why did she feel that something was wrong with Cheng Yuanz today?
He seemed a little angry.
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