Chapter 166
The taste of Tan's roast duck in Yunyang City was indeed different from the one in Kyoto. Ren Yaoqi had no idea what the difference was, even though the cooking temperature and sauces looked the same. If she had to say which one was better, Ren Yaoqi couldn't really say. She didn't have Xiao Jinglin's obsession with food.
Ren Yaoqi thought Xiao Jinglin was very satisfied with her meal, because by the time they finished, there was basically no leftover food on Xiao Jinglin's table. She remembered that Princess Xiao seemed to have a good habit of not wasting food.
The three of them finished their lunch quietly, and then the maid came in to help them rinse their mouths, wash their hands, and clear the dishes.
While sitting in the inner room drinking tea, Ren Yaoqi said, "Mr. Xiao, may I borrow one of your men?" Seeing Xiao Jingxi looking over, Ren Yaoqi quickly added, "I just want him to deliver a message to me."
"Let Hongying go." Xiao Jinglin said from the side.
Ren Yaoqi was stunned when he heard this, and then he thought that the maids around Xiao Jinglin were all good at martial arts, and their skills should not be worse than Dongsheng.
"Hongying's skills are quite good, but if you want to sneak into the inner house, you'd better use my people." Xiao Jingxi smiled and said, "They have done things like delivering letters before."
He smiled and glanced at Ren Yaoqi.
Ren Yaoqi couldn't help feeling a little embarrassed when he looked at her with such a suggestive look.
The last time he asked Dongsheng to deliver a letter to her, he hadn't asked what his master, Xiao Jingxi, thought. Although Xiao Jingxi didn't seem to want to argue with her, it made her feel that her question was a bit pretentious.
Xiao Jinglin didn't notice the atmosphere between Xiao Jingxi and Ren Yaoqi. She thought about it and said nothing more. Her maid had been following her at the border. Although she was good at martial arts, she was not as familiar with the various households in Yunyang City as the people around Xiao Jingxi.
This large private room must be used by people of status, including some literati and scholars on weekdays, so there is a two-foot-high mahogany desk against the wall, on which are placed the four treasures of the study.
Ren Yaoqi walked over, picked up the paper and ink, and took a look. They were all good things, but they were also things that could be bought in the pen and ink shops in Yunyang City. They were nothing special.
Hongying hurried over and asked quietly, "Miss, do you need a pen and ink?"
Ren Yaoqi nodded and wanted to call Pingguo over from the outside, but Hongying had already stepped forward to help her grind the ink. Ren Yaoqi just let her do what she wanted.
After a moment, Ren Yaoqi stood in front of the desk with the pen in his left hand, lowered his head and dipped it in ink to write.
Light shone in from the half-open window, shining right on her left hand holding the pen. Her fingertips were as crystal clear as snow, and although they were a little dazzling at first glance, the strength with which she held the pen was so steady that there was not a trace of stagnation.
Xiao Jingxi came over at some point and stood aside watching her write.
Ren Yaoqi smelled a clear medicinal fragrance, which made her concentrate and focus on writing.
It wasn't until the last stroke of the pen was finished that Xiao Jingxi's voice rang out nearby: "Are you used to writing with your left hand?"
Xiao Jingxi calmly withdrew his gaze from Ren Yaoqi's fingertips.
He asked this because, while Ren Yaoqi's left-handed handwriting didn't have any distinctive features, it was very neat, evident from years of practice. Given Ren Yaoqi's age, if he mostly wrote with his right hand, it wouldn't be possible for him to practice writing so well with his left hand, nor would it be necessary.
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