Yingyue walked forward and leaned over to take a look. In the painting, the sound of wind swaying bamboos was heard. In the lower corner, a woman was sitting facing the bamboo forest; only her back could be seen.
Is that her?
Feng Huaiji was standing in front of the window sill. Seeing her coming, he walked out slowly and asked, "Is the painting good?"
Yingyue was absorbed in the painting when his voice rang out from above her head, "Very good, second brother Danqing also did a great job. Is this a painting of me?"
"Um."
"Can you give it to me? This is the first time someone has drawn me."
"Of course, the painting is of you." Feng Huaiji rolled up the painting, "I will paint your face later."
"OK."
Putting the rolled-up painting on the table, Feng Huaiji lowered his eyes, held her wrist, and led her into the house, "Dinner is almost ready, come in."
"Second brother, you really like to pull me recently."
Feng Huaiji let go and looked at her, "If you don't like it, then don't pull it."
“I don’t dislike it.”
Feng Huaiji curled his lips and held her wrist again.
Zhu Ling and Zhu Xuan were standing close to each other this time. When they saw this, suspicion flashed in their eyes. After looking at each other, they lowered their heads in fear.
Feng Huaiji glanced at them indifferently.
"Brother, are the black plum soup and pine nut milk puff pastry that I ordered ready?"
"Okay, do you want to eat it before or after dinner?"
"After dinner."
"I'll have someone put it in the food box. After dinner, the sun will set and it will be night. It's not as clear at night as it is during the day. You can take it home and eat it."
"Oh, okay." Yingyue followed him into the main room and looked around. "Second brother, don't you have any maids in your courtyard?"
"Well, no."
"Then are the clothes and accessories all made by Qingming and his team?"
Yingyue couldn't imagine how the tall and strong Qingming and Xuanqing embroidered patterns and made tassels for Feng Huaiji.
"In the past few years, these were all taken care of by my mother's maid. In the past two years, accessories and the like have all been transferred from Linglongfang. My mother has always been worried about me."
"The tassels on the jade pendant were woven by Qingming and Xuanqing two days ago. As expected, they fell apart in just two days."
Feng Huaiji let go of her hand and said, "Sit for a while. Someone has already sent for dinner."
"Oh, okay. I have a lot of ears of corn that I braid for fun when I'm free. If you don't mind, I'll give them to you, second brother."
"I don't mind."
"Then I'll come to see you tomorrow when you're off duty."
"good."
"Second brother, why have you been so easy to talk to these two days?" Yingyue moved closer to him.
"I was not good at talking before?" Feng Huaiji's eyes passed over her lips, his eyes dimmed, and he put his fingers on her forehead and pushed her away. "You kissed me more and more these past two days."
"I used to be easy to talk to." Yingyue sat up straight. "A mother can't raise two kinds of children. Although I'm not as shameless as Xiaoqi, if someone is sincere and kind to me, I will get close to him."
"Anyone? As long as they treat you well?"
"Not really. The first time I saw my second brother, I felt that he was kind and I especially loved being with him."
Feng Huaiji patted her head with his big hand and sat down next to her, "So Jiaojiao likes me so much."
Yingyue blushed slightly, "Second brother, it's better if you know it in your heart. It's embarrassing to say it out loud."
"There's nothing wrong with a younger sister being close to her older brother."
Xuan Qing brought the people from the kitchen to bring up the food. He inadvertently caught Feng Huaiji's gaze from the side and his scalp went numb.
No wonder the young master has been acting weird these past two days. This is not the way he looks at his sister.
Looking to the side, I saw that Miss Nine's two maids had their heads almost touching the ground.
Sir, do you want them to remind Miss Nine?
The reason why the young master was in a bad mood the day before yesterday was because of this, right? Now he is planning to ignore it?
Feng Huaiji glanced at him.
Xuan Qing wanted to cry but had no tears. Sir, why didn't you keep it to yourself? Why did you let me know? I knew it but I dared not say it because I would be condemned in my heart.
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