Chapter 27 I like Miss Liu, teach me, what do I like...
"Chun Tao, do you think it's possible that we're heading in the wrong direction?"
Chun Tao, who was tying Wen Ying's hair, raised her eyes and looked at the thoughtful girl in the mirror, wondering, "What do you mean, young lady?"
"We seem to have been looking for plots from romance novels to apply to Yan Jing, but should we start from Yan Jing's own preferences?"
Ever since Yan Jing gave her the "Liu Qing" bracelet as a return gift last time, she has been trying to be subtle and try to test his intentions.
But Yan Jing always avoided the main point and only said some polite and distant words.
Even if she tried to get closer to him on purpose, he would move away without making a sound, just like the Jade of the Same Origin was just her illusion last time.
Could it be that she really misunderstood?
He just randomly found a priceless gift and gave it back to her?
This has made her irritable to this day, and she is even a little impatient for success.
"Miss, what you said makes sense." Chun Tao lifted a strand of Wen Ying's hair and wrapped it around the hairpin, "But wasn't this what we planned from the beginning?"
"Do you remember why we gave up?"
Wen Ying fell silent.
She remembered it now.
She had also investigated Yan Jing's preferences at the beginning, but what she found was of no reference value.
Normally, he is proficient in music, chess, calligraphy and painting, but he is equally good at all of them.
When it comes to food, he is never picky about the combination of meat and vegetables, and he has no specific preference.
In terms of worldly matters, fame, wealth and money are all within his reach, and rare treasures are like stars surrounding him.
There is no need to say more about the type of women he likes. The Prime Minister is well-known for not being interested in women.
After she collected information about Yan Jing, she couldn't help but start to doubt.
Is he a banished immortal who came down from heaven to the human world?
He is detached from worldly matters, loves everything in the world equally, and is not bound by anything.
However, it is precisely because of Yan Jing's flawless reputation that he becomes Wen Ying's first choice.
But now this perfection has also become an impeccable barrier.
Come to think of it, she was so bold that she wanted to pick the moon in the sky without thinking twice.
"What should I do then?" Wen Ying didn't know how to break the impasse. She lowered her head and wanted to cover her face, but was stopped by Chun Tao.
"Hey, hey, hey, miss, don't move, it's almost there!" Chuntao said angrily.
Okay, now I can’t even cover my face. QAQ
Chun Tao quickly dressed Wen Ying up, opened a box of lip balm and whispered to her in comfort:
"Miss, there is no need to worry so much. Lord Yan's recent indifference may just be due to his busy official duties."
"When is he not busy with official duties?" Wen Ying opened her lips slightly, feeling the brush strokes on her lips, and spoke in her throat, "All the official documents of the officials must be handed over to him for his review."
"But he used to take time to walk with me. What do you think now?"
"Being busy is just an excuse to be absent."
After Chun Tao finished painting the last stroke of red, she stopped and admired it with satisfaction before saying, "Miss, the more unsolvable the problem is, the more you should solve it. How can you get the correct answer just sitting here?"
As she spoke, she moved away so that Wen Ying could see her radiant self in the mirror, and said with a smile, "At least, Chuntao can guarantee that no man can resist such beauty."
"You're always good at bragging." Wen Ying patted her lightly with a teasing smile, and the swaying red agate earrings sparkled.
"You've got to have a good foundation, young lady." Chun Tao hid for a moment, then pulled her up with a smile, "Don't think too much, since Master Yan didn't refuse young lady from going to him, instead of thinking about it again and again, why not just ask him directly what he likes?"
Wen Ying followed her movements and stood up. After thinking for a moment, her eyes lit up: "Chun Tao, you are right."
There can be no absolutely flawless saint in the world. Yan Jing is just a mortal who just buried his desires a little deeper.
As long as she looks for it with all her heart, she will definitely be able to——
Bored to death.
Wen Ying held her chin and ground the ink with a distracted look in her eyes.
Yan Jing sat beside her, his dark eyes as calm as an ancient well, quietly looking at the densely packed handwriting on the official document.
He didn't even give her a glance.
She was just being polite and asked him if he needed any help.
Unexpectedly, he really said that he had important documents to deal with, and asked her to accompany him to grind ink for a quarter of an hour.
How could a man be so focused on reading documents when facing such a beautiful woman? At first, she pretended to look at Yan Jing's comments casually, wanting to read some court information, but in the end, all she saw was:
[Greetings to the Prime Minister. 】
【install】
[Sir Prime Minister, the plum blossoms along the Jinjiang River are blooming. Should I send some to you? ]
【Not necessary】
[Greetings to the Prime Minister. 】
[Hello, no need to send a letter next time]
[Sir Prime Minister, my daughter admires you very much. Do you have time to come to my house for a gathering? ]
[Thanks for your kindness, but I am too busy with official duties to spare the time]
[Greetings to the Prime Minister. 】
【install. 】
How much free time do Dahua officials have? Don’t they have anything else to do?
Wen Ying lost interest, and her hand that was moving the inkstone slowed down a bit. She covered her mouth and yawned.
But before she could close her lips completely, she caught a glimpse of the man's smiling eyes and her movements froze instantly.
My God, why didn’t he look at her when she was so charming for a quarter of an hour just now, but had to look at her now?
Wen Ying quickly stopped her action and lowered her eyes seriously, as if she suddenly developed a strong interest in the inkstone in front of her.
Yan Jing couldn't help laughing more and more as he looked at her.
He specifically picked some unimportant paperwork to work beside her, but in fact he was always watching her movements, just wanting to see what she wanted to do today.
I never thought that she actually spent a long time grinding ink for me.
Should we say she is serious or stubborn?
Yan Jing put the pen aside, looked at him tenderly, and said softly, "Are you bored working with me?"
How can you really say it's boring?
Putting her hands on Yan Jing's arms, Wen Ying raised her misty eyes and shook her head gently: "As long as I am with Master Yan, it will never be boring no matter how long it takes."
Fingers pressing into skin through clothing.
Yan Jing's eyes fell on the girl's lips for a moment, then returned to her pupils, and raised the corners of his lips slightly: "Since Miss Liu has been with me for so long, is there anything you want me to do with you?"
Wen Ying perked up instantly, put down the inkstone, and the amber shone like glass: "I have many things I want to ask you, sir."
Yan Jing looked away, pulled out a handkerchief from his sleeve, took the girl's right hand, and gently and carefully wiped the ink stains on her fingertips:
"Miss has done so much for me, I will tell you everything I know."
The man's expression was too focused, as if he was treating a precious treasure, which made Wen Ying's throat dry suddenly. She quickly turned her head away and didn't look at him:
"Excuse me, besides work, is there anything else you like to do?"
This is what I asked.
Yan Jing laughed dumbly, pinched her fingertips with a sense of punishment, and said jokingly: "Miss, what you said is like I like working."
"Ah?" Wen Ying tilted her head slightly. She had thought that people like Yan Jing would enjoy displaying their talents. "So even Lord Yan sometimes doesn't like working?"
Seeing her reaction, Yan Jing chuckled and shook his head helplessly: "Miss Liu, what kind of image do I have in your eyes?"
“No one likes to work, but they have to do it.”
The smooth and soft silk rubbed against the girl's fingers, and the thin material transmitted the man's warmth, as if Yan Jing was stroking her hand.
Wen Ying couldn't help wanting to withdraw her hand, but the man gently pulled her back, and said in a gentle, coaxing tone, "It's almost done."
She had no choice but not to look at him, and said in a muffled voice: "Master Yan hasn't answered me yet, what do you like to do on weekdays?"
"It depends on the occasion. If I have to go to court the next day, I like to practice calligraphy to calm my mind; if I have to go out, I like to prepare my own scent sachets; when thinking about difficult problems, I prefer to play chess..."
Wen Ying was still thinking that the sandalwood on Yan Jing's body was prepared by him, but as he spoke more and more, he felt something was not right.
She bent her fingers and pulled the man's fingers into her palm, interrupting him: "Sir, I'm talking about preferences."
Yan Jing raised his eyelids slightly, his eyelashes trembling slightly, and there was a rare hint of confusion in his tone: "Isn't it just my preference that I'm talking about?"
Wen Ying shook her head and said seriously, "Sir, liking something has no purpose. It is not for the purpose of calming down or building an image."
"If you do something because you like it, it's called a 'pleasure'. Otherwise, it's just a 'necessary thing' like doing official business."
"I... have never thought about this question." Yan Jing frowned slightly, as if he was stuck in a difficult problem.
How can someone not have something they like?
Wen Ying was a little surprised and couldn't help but remind her, "Anything is fine. It will be the first thing you think of when you have nothing else to do."
Listening to Wen Ying's words, Yan Jing's gaze slowly fell on their holding hands. After a moment of silence, he turned his wrist and pushed away the girl's bent fingers.
Then their palms were facing each other, and the man's slender fingers forcibly intertwined with each of her fingers, clasping her palms tightly.
"Does this count...?"
"...What? What do you mean 'does it count'?" Wen Ying was stunned and tried to pull away with a little strength, but Yan Jing held her tightly and she was unable to break free.
Wen Ying turned her head to look at Yan Jing in confusion, and suddenly met a pair of deep and dark eyes.
It was like a poisonous snake stalking its prey.
Yan Jing added some strength to his hands, gently stroking the back of her hand, and said leisurely: "The first thing I want to do in my mind."
“Is it my preference?”
Wen Ying's brain was a little out of order, and after a long while, she spoke stiffly: "Your preference is... me?"
The smile in the corners of Yan Jing's eyes was faintly visible, and his deep eyes seemed to be able to swallow people into their stomachs: "Didn't the young lady say that? Why are you asking me?"
"Ms. Liu, please teach me what I like."
The man's voice was filled with bewitching intent, and a soul-stirring blush appeared on his cold face, and in an instant he turned from a high-hanging moon into a nearby spark.
It took Wen Ying a long time to come back to her senses.
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