Chapter 103: Letter from Jiaojiao

After lotus leaf finished speaking, he continued to make the bed angrily.
Nan Baoyi leaned on the Bogu frame and lowered his head to play with a small golden abacus.
It turned out that her grandmother let her move to Songheyuan because of rumor.
But the Minister of Power is so picky, and even the princess in the previous life looked down upon him, so how can he be tempted in this life?
It can be seen that they are all inconspicuous rumors.
but……
She looked at the bronze mirror.
She is already twelve years old, and it is indeed not suitable to live in the same courtyard with the Minister of Power.
No matter, it is the same to visit his old man more in the future.
An autumn rain and a cold.
Nan Baoyi woke up early in the morning and saw the fallen leaves outside the window and the rain.
She was sitting in front of the makeup mirror, and the maids combed her hair, and said casually: "I haven't seen my second brother for seven days, Lotus Ye, why did he stay in the barracks for so long this time?"
"The slaves and maids don't know, I'm afraid the military camp affairs are extremely busy." He Ye puts on her a pearl hairpin, "The Double Ninth Festival is approaching, do you want to go climbing and admire the chrysanthemum?"
Nan Baoyi has not been out of the house for many days, so he promised: "Naturally, I want to go. Please also bring my big sister and Zhuzhu. Our sisters should get together."
"Did the young lady forget? The eldest lady and Song Gongzi are about to get married, so they can't go out. As for the fourth lady, I heard that on the Double Ninth Festival, she and the second lady will go back to their maternal grandfather's home to visit relatives and worship ancestors.
Nan Baoyi was a little disappointed.
She thought for a while, and said, "Put paper and study ink for me. I will write a letter and send it to the barracks, asking my second brother to climb the heights with me to appreciate the chrysanthemum during the Double Ninth Festival."
After she finished writing the letter, lotus leaf went to Chaowenyuan in her pocket.
She found the aftertaste and said with a smile: "This is a letter from my lady to the second son. She also asked her sister to find an opportunity to pass it to the front yard servant and ask them to send it to the barracks."
The aftertaste should be good.
After He Ye left, she took the letter and the food box and went straight to the southeast ancestral hall.
The ancestral hall is deep and clear.
The master of her family has been detained by the old lady for seven days, staying in the side room and copying the scriptures all day, completely without the noble dignity that the second-class Hou Ye should have.
She put the lunch on the table and frowned: "Why do the master confront the old lady? Now the weather is getting colder, and the ancestral hall is very cold, and it doesn't hurt me."
Xiao Yi put the pen indifferently.
The autumn wind came through the window, and gradually dried the ink on the paper.
He said: "Also tell her to know, I really like Nan Jiaojiao."
Aftertaste filled him with a bowl of soup, what's the use of secretly like it, unless you change your identity, it will be out of style after all.
She took the letter out of her arms: "Master, this is from Miss Fifth."
Xiao Yi took apart.
The little girl has been obviously lazy recently, and the regular script is on the same level, and the wording is even more outrageous:
"Second brother, see the letter.
"The Book of Songs says:'If you don't see you in one day, it's like three autumns'. My second brother and I haven't seen each other for seven days. If you count them carefully, it's like 21 autumns, alas!
"As the Chongyang Ninth Festival is approaching, I deliberately imitated the antiquities and composed a poem, and asked my brother to taste it:
"I enjoy peace and happiness in Nanfu, and you suffer in the military camp. Chongyang Chongyang ascends to look up and planted Young Brother Zhuyu everywhere.
"My longing for my second brother is like a continuous river. I hope my brother will climb up the heights with me on the day of Chongyang to enjoy the chrysanthemum and spend the festive season together.
"In addition, the reason why the second elder brother was invited was not because the elder sister was about to get married and Zhuzhu returned to his grandparents' home to visit relatives. It was purely because you and I have a deep relationship with each other. Don't doubt the second brother.
"Jiaojiao stop!"
Xiao Yi's thin lips lightly hooked, and his smile was cold.
Nan Jiaojiao made it clear that she turned to invite him because she could not invite a good sister.
He was unhappy in his heart and said coldly: "Go tell her that Benhou is busy with military affairs and there is no time to spend Chongyang with her."
Songheyuan.
Nan Baoyi was very sad to learn that Xiao Yi could not accompany her on Chongyang Ninth Festival.
She thought for a while and ordered Lotus Leaf to take out a beautiful food container.
She gave the food box to Aftertaste, "Chongyang Ninth Festival is approaching. According to the custom, we should send steamed noodle cakes to people close to you. These steamed cakes are carefully cooked by the chef, and they are more delicious than the food in the military camp. To the second brother."
Aftertaste opened his eyes.
A ribbon-cutting flag is inserted on the steamed cake, and some pomegranate seeds, chestnut yellow, pine nuts and other nuts are mixed in the cake, which looks very delicate.
She comforted gently: "Your concern for the master, he will understand."
Aftertaste sent the food box to the ancestral hall, Xiao Yi was still sitting in the side room copying the scriptures.
She took out the steamed cake and put it on the table, "This is sent by the five girls ordered by the slaves, saying that the master's military affairs are busy and really hard. Please be sure to take a break."
Xiao Yi glanced at the steamed cake without interest.
He has never loved this kind of sweets.
Yuwei persuaded: "It doesn't matter whether you eat or not, but you have to return a gift to Miss Wu. She sent a letter, but you did not reply. Now she gave another gift, and you have to return something, so that it seems polite. ."
"Returning a gift?" Xiao Yi lowered his eyelashes and used a pen to fly. "Is there any such thing as a gift in return?"
The aftertaste is speechless.
"Hahahahaha!" Jiang Suihan stepped in, shaking his folding fan, "Brother Xiao family, you can't use this attitude when treating young girls! I have the most experience in what young girls like, rouge gouache, silk satin, pearl hairpin and precious jade You can make Nan Xiaowu happy for many days if you send it whatever you want! No matter how hard it is, you can send flowers!"
Xiao Yi sniffed: "No."
The little girl didn't take him to heart at all, and invited a group of people. Only when she was rejected did she think of him. Why did he give her a gift?
"I won't tell you anymore." Jiang Suihan took a seat, his face solemnly, "An oral message came from there that Shen Yichao will arrive in Jinguan City on the Double Ninth Festival. I guess it should be your mother who heard that You conquered Yelang because you were afraid that you would not let her know about it, so he sent him to visit."
Xiao Yi's expression was slightly cold: "I'm afraid it's not a visit, but a surveillance?"
"Who said no? Although Shen Yichao is your cousin, he is really not a fuel-saving lamp! When he comes, we will have no good life!" Jiang Suihan was uneasy, "He loves to make short reports. His every move will be reported to your mother. Brother Xiao, don't blame me for talking too much. If Shen Yichao discovers your thoughts on Nan Xiaowu, Nan Xiaowu will be over!
"Using your mother's vigorous and resolute means, I didn't swallow Nan Xiaowu alive and I told your last name! Your mother is in a high position to control the government and frame Zhongliang. We can't find the token of Tianshu. Even with your father's help, it is still fighting But she. So during this period of time, you still have to converge. Don't get close to Nan Xiaowu and don't harm her. I think it is the best policy for us to keep a low profile for the time being."
Aftertaste obviously also knows how powerful the empress is.
She shivered palely, and she had almost never been so gloomy.
She whispered: "Master, servant, and servant will go and tell the old lady that you have reduced your thoughts on the fifth girl and ask her to let you out of the ancestral hall! This way, you can cover it up in front of Shen Xiaolang!"
After speaking, he left tremblingly.
Xiao Yi still copied the scriptures indifferently.
The eighteen-year-old youth, his face was cold and solemn, his narrow eyes seemed to be soaked in pitch black ink.
The script is clear and deep in one hand, but the pen tip is strong, but it quietly brings out a bit of strength and viciousness, like a beast forced to constrict its claws and fangs.