Chapter 715: Strategy for the Blind Villain (11)

These days, the man named Jia Lu always comes to the mansion to study with him and his sister. They can see, and sometimes they laugh in unison when reading a line of poetry, which makes Qu Jingrong feel very uncomfortable. His mind also becomes more sensitive.

"Jingrong, the "Wen Mo Zhuan" has been carved, you can take a look." Shi put a thick stack of wooden boards in front of him and said happily, "You have always been curious about this book before."

Ji Yucheng stood behind her, looking at her happy little face, and his heart was also filled with joy.

Her younger brother was blind and illiterate, so she had a wonderful idea to have people carve words on wooden boards for him to read, and also asked poor students from the academy to come and be his book boy, so as to tutor her younger brother in disguise. This kind of thought is hard to compare with that of siblings.

He got inspiration from her and wrote to his father to request the establishment of a blind school to promote books for the blind and provide them with reading. His father praised him in the court.

"I don't feel like reading recently." Qu Jingrong was angry, angry that she ignored him.

"I don't want to read, I'm tired of studying, so let's go to the garden to catch butterflies today." Shi Yi turned to look at Ji Yucheng, "What do you think?"

When you want to quickly get closer to someone, you might as well take him to do something special, so that it is easier to enhance the relationship between each other.

He is already eighteen years old, and he is also a prince, what kind of thing is it to catch butterflies. Besides, catching butterflies is something that only little girls like, but looking at her bright eyes, he couldn't say a word of refusal, and smiled gently, "It's a beautiful spring day today, the young lady and the young master should go to the garden for a walk."

"Let's go." Shi Yi grabbed Qu Jingrong who didn't say anything, "You can't refuse, if you refuse, I won't accompany you to read. Anyway, you find me annoying."

Qu Jingrong felt aggrieved, he didn't find her annoying, he found the man next to her annoying, he was an eighteen-year-old adult, and he came to the mansion every day to stick to Shi Yi, no matter how you look at it, he has bad intentions.

The roses in the garden were in full bloom, and Shi Yi casually picked two branches in his hand.

"Miss, isn't it a special feeling to see these flowers blooming on the branches?" God knows, Ji Yucheng himself did not mean to blame her when he said this, but it was the first time he saw a woman picking flowers directly, so he was a little surprised. Shi Yi

handed the flower with a smaller bud to Qu Jingrong, pinned the fully bloomed branch in her bun, buried herself in the slightly blooming flowers, and smiled softly, "When the flowers are in full bloom, you must pick them immediately, don't wait until there are no flowers to pick branches."

Ji Yucheng didn't know whether he was dazzled by the flowers or the beauty, and silently repeated this poem, "When the flowers are in full bloom, you must pick them immediately, don't wait until there are no flowers to pick branches." Isn't the meaning of this poem the same in life?

If you keep waiting, you can only appreciate the flowers blooming but can't own the blooming flowers.

"I was just joking with you, sir. These roses were planted by me when I was young. I consider them my own things, so I am naturally bolder. If they were in the garden of Beppu, I would definitely not dare to pick them." Shi Yi walked out from the flowers and naturally held the hand of the bewildered boy.

It was precisely because of the reason she just said that Qu Jingrong did not dare to come here openly in the mansion for fourteen years, for fear of making her unhappy.

This was the first time he came here openly. Although he could not see, he was in the flowers, and the intoxicating fragrance kept drilling into his nose. He seemed to see the sea of ​​flowers around him, waving and greeting him.

"Don't move, don't move." The girl's voice, as soft as the breeze, was heard in his ears.

"What's wrong?" His eyes turned around helplessly. Did he trample her flowers?

"Follow my rhythm." He felt his wrist being gently grasped by the girl, and the back of his hand was pressed against the girl's fingers as soft as cotton. In his ear, the girl whispered softly, "Close your five fingers and follow my rhythm."

Suddenly, he touched something furry in his hand, which was trembling gently.

He realized it later and shouted, "It's a butterfly."

Ji Yucheng behind them also laughed. He didn't expect the boy's smile to be so bright that it even compared the blooming roses to him.

"Sister, it's a butterfly, right? It's a butterfly, right?" He asked anxiously.

"Yes." Shi Yi chuckled, "What you are holding in your hand is a butterfly, a little life that can fly. A beautiful little life that has transformed from a moth."

Ji Yucheng felt a little jealous at this moment. The girl only had her brother in her eyes, and she didn't see him.

But he was also happy for his brother.

It's so tragic that he has never seen the world since he was born. Being able to feel the leap of life and the spring is worth coming to this world.

"Sister, I actually caught a butterfly. Sister, look, the butterfly is in my palm." The boy exclaimed again and again.

Shi Yi pulled his wrist out of the flowers, his face brighter than the clouds floating in the sky, "This is because our Jingrongshi flowers can attract butterflies to stop."

"Sister, I don't want to let it go." Afraid that she would think he was cruel, the boy quickly changed his words, "Can I play with it for a while before letting it go?"

"This is the butterfly you caught, you can do whatever you want with it." Shi Yi patted off the pollen on his sleeve.

The sunset was floating.

"Are you going back?" Shi Yi, who had accompanied Qu Jingrong to play with butterflies for an afternoon, turned his head and looked at Ji Yucheng beside him.

He looked at the boy who was holding the butterfly, his movements couldn't be any gentler, and said softly, "It's time to go."

The boy held the butterfly for an afternoon today, and he didn't even say he was tired, which surprised him. It's understandable when you think about it. The boy rarely feels life, so naturally he can't let it go.

"Wait a minute." Shi Yi turned and went into the house. When he came out, he was holding "Wen Mo Chuan" or something else in his hand.

"Here you go."

"Since it's a gift to the young lady as an apology, there's absolutely no reason to take it back." Ji Yucheng refused gently.

"I'll be very satisfied if you can lend it to me. Take it." Shi Yi forced it into his hand with a sincere look in his eyes, "It's a literary work that will be passed down through the ages and is worth a fortune. If you leave it with me, if people in the martial arts world find out, it will cause me trouble."

She is not greedy, and she is reasonable and restrained. She is the kind of woman he admires. Ji Yucheng liked her a little more.

Qu Jingrong seemed to be concentrating on playing with the butterfly, but in fact he had been eavesdropping on their conversation.

Hearing that Shi Yi returned the "Literary Biography" to Jia Lu, he was much happier.

In fact, he didn't want Jia Lu's things to stay with Shi Yi.

"I won't see you off." Shi Yi said goodbye to him.

"See you another day." Ji Yucheng knew that he might not see him again in the next few months.

He had been running to Master Qu's house frequently in the past few days, and his mother had secretly reminded him. His mother asked for him to go to Jiangnan as an imperial envoy, and he would leave soon.

(End of this chapter)