Jiang Ziyi pushed open the door, looked around, and when she saw the plum blossom, she immediately confirmed that she was currently in the Hanmei Courtyard of Nangong Marquis Mansion!
She hurried towards the well in the yard.
The water in the well reflected her image. Looking at the familiar face in the water, Jiang Ziyi realized that she had turned into the attendant beside Shu Yan! But now he looked very young. He must have returned to Shu Yan's childhood!
She looked at the main house in the other courtyard. Shu Yan should live there. An excited smile appeared on her face for some reason, and she trotted to the door.
But out of courtesy, she still knocked gently on the door first, and then imitated the servant's previous behavior and called out, "Sir."
When she knocked on the door, there was an echo from inside after a while, but that voice was a woman's voice.
Just as she was wondering, the wooden door opened.
A very beautiful woman appeared at the door.
Jiang Ziyi was stunned because she found that this woman looked exactly like Aunt Ji from her world! She recognized her instantly. This must be Shu Yan's mother.
The woman lowered her eyes, a gentle smile on her face, and asked softly, "Chang Qing, you just drank the medicine, do you feel better now?"
It turned out that the servant's name was Chang Qing. Before, Jiang Ziyi had only heard Ji Shuyan call the servant Aqing. This was the first time she knew his full name.
It was only after the woman asked her that Jiang Ziyi realized that her body actually had a slight fever. It was just that her spiritual consciousness had just transmitted it to her, so she had not yet realized it.
Although I still feel a little cold now, it is not unbearable.
"If you feel better now, come in. It's cold outside."
Then the woman turned and walked into the house.
At this time, Jiang Ziyi saw a thin figure behind the woman and recognized him immediately. It was Ji Shuyan when he was a child.
Jiang Ziyi was about to take a step forward, but accidentally stepped on the slippery moss at the door, and her body fell forward uncontrollably, almost flying towards Ji Shuyan.
Just when he thought Ji Shuyan would catch her, she saw Ji Shuyan stepping back straight away. The moment she landed, she even saw Ji Shuyan raise his hand to brush off the dust... He just stood there quietly looking down at him, his thin lips pressed into a straight line, and there was even an indescribable expression on his face...
Jiang Ziyi could only comfort herself by keeping calm. She was not in her own body now, but Chang Qing's body, so it was normal that he did not catch her!
When Ji Shuyan's mother saw her fall, she hurried over to help her up.
He even kindly brushed the dust off her body.
Perhaps because the woman in front of her looked like Aunt Ji, Jiang Ziyi subconsciously developed a liking for her.
"Thank you, ma'am."
Hearing Jiang Ziyi's politeness, the woman in front of her smiled and said, "You can stay in the room and read with Shu Yan for a while. The kitchen in the mansion should be empty soon. I'll go and make some food."
Jiang Ziyi never expected that even when Ji Shuyan's mother was still alive, his life would be so difficult when he was a child.
He is obviously the son of the Marquis, but he lives a life worse than that of the servants in this mansion.
Jiang Ziyi nodded obediently and watched Ji Shuyan's mother leave.
"Changqing, grind the ink for me."
Jiang Ziyi heard a cold voice behind her, and when she turned around, she found that Ji Shuyan was already sitting at the desk.
She had no choice but to obey orders, went to the desk, and ground the ink according to Ji Shuyan's instructions.
She ground the ink while looking down at the scene.
Although Ji Shuyan is still young and has not fully grown up, he already has a handsome figure.
Although he lived in poverty, his dark blue robe was spotless.
Ji Shuyan was sitting at the table at this moment, his eyes flickering with the candlelight in front of the table, with unfathomable thoughts in his eyes.
Jiang Ziyi saw that his brows were slightly furrowed, and he wrote every stroke very carefully.
Although his pen, ink, paper and inkstone were obviously old and rough, the words he wrote were clear and fluent, like a fine sword, with each stroke carrying a sharp edge.
When he finished writing, Ji Shuyan's mother came back with a small lunch box.
She placed the food box on the table and called out to the two people sitting at the desk, "Come and eat! It'll get cold soon."
After hearing this, Ji Shuyan immediately got up and went to the dining table.
Jiang Ziyi immediately followed his pace.
When she got to the table, Jiang Ziyi realized that the amount of food in the food box was obviously not enough for an adult and two children.
However, Ji Shuyan's mother divided most of the food into Ji Shuyan and her bowl.
Ji Shuyan silently took some of the food from his bowl back.
But her chopsticks were held down by someone, "Mom can't eat that much now. You and Changqing are men, and you are growing up now. You can't starve."
Ji Shuyan pursed his lips and said nothing.
Jiang Ziyi took a quick look around, quickly stood up, and returned half of the steamed buns and vegetables in her bowl.
"Madam, I feel like I haven't fully recovered yet. I still feel a little nauseous and can't eat. I'm afraid if I eat too much, I'll vomit and it would be a waste. So please eat more for me today."
Her words were tactful and thoughtful, and she used the excuse that she couldn't eat. This way, Ji Shuyan's mother had no reason to refuse.
Ji Shuyan's mother silently looked at the food that was put into her bowl and sighed softly, "Okay, then next time you recover, you must tell me and eat more to make up for it!"
"good!"
Jiang Ziyi actually didn't feel hungry here, but in order to play the role of Chang Qing well, she still had to eat a little.
After the meal, Ji Shuyan's mother came to the desk, picked up the rice paper that had just been hung on the table, looked at it carefully, and nodded approvingly.
But she still called Ji Shuyan to her side, touched Ji Shuyan's head and said: "Shuyan, your handwriting is very good, but it is not suitable to be too eye-catching in the school opened in the mansion."
"You must learn to be patient and hide your edge in the mansion. It's best not to let anyone notice you. Only in this way can you survive."
"The only long-term solution is to live peacefully." As she spoke, she placed the piece of rice paper that Ji Shuyan had written on the candle flame and lit it. After a while, it burned to ashes.
Jiang Ziyi also stood aside as a Changqing, listening to Ji Shuyan's mother's teachings. Only then did she understand why Ji Shuyan was so inconspicuous when she first met him.
I also understood why Ji Shuyan was able to accomplish great things in the end.
All this is inseparable from his forbearance since childhood.
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