When Ren Yaoqi came out again, Qiu Yun and Yun Wenfang were still waiting outside.
Qiu Yun looked up at the scene, and took out a folding fan from somewhere. He swung it on his left hand and said to Ren Yaoqi, "Fifth sister, you are quite quick. I thought you would make us wait for an hour."
He wasn't being sarcastic. Ren Yaoqi was going back to pack up, and she didn't delay deliberately. She knew that with Yun Wenfang's temper, even if she delayed until nightfall, he would still be waiting outside.
She didn't want to anger these two gentlemen over such a small matter.
In response to Qiu Yun's teasing, Ren Yaoqi just smiled slightly and didn't say anything.
Ren Yaoqi then realized that Qiu Yun was a talkative person. As the three of them walked along the road, he didn't wait for Ren Yaoqi to ask him, but immediately introduced the fan in his hand: "...This is what Yun Wenting brought back from Kyoto. He wrote the calligraphy on it himself. The eldest young master of the Du Yun family has good handwriting. What do you think, fifth cousin?"
Ren Yaoqi tilted her head to take a look. Yun Wenting, the eldest son of the Yun family, was a well-known talent in Yunyang City. She had met him once in her previous life, when Yun Wenfang was taken back by the Yun family. He was also very handsome. If Yun Wenting's handwriting resembled his personality, it would not be an exaggeration.
"Well, okay." Ren Yaoqi nodded, expressing his agreement concisely.
Qiu Yun proudly waved her fan in front of Yun Wenfang. "Look, Fifth Cousin is pretty good too. Only your handwriting is ugly! You're obviously jealous!"
Yun Wenfang glanced at Ren Yaoqi and said coldly, "It's so cold, your heart is cold."
Qiu Yun waved the fan even more and said slowly: "Don't you understand this? People in Kyoto hold a fan from the beginning of the year to the end of the year. People hold fans not to fan themselves, but for this..." Qiu Yun used the fan to cover most of his face, leaving only a pair of eyes blinking outside.
"Hide your face like this. Tell others, I don't want to greet you right now, please go ahead! People in Kyoto call this 'convenience noodles'."
Ren Yaoqi lowered her head and smiled. She had lived in Kyoto for many years and was familiar with this custom. Qiu Yun's words were true. Originally, it was only popular among women. Later, scholars and officials outside the capital began to use it, too, though the women used round fans.
After Qiu Yun's interruption, the atmosphere became more natural.
Yun Wenfang suddenly said to Ren Yaoqi at this time: "I heard that Han Yunqian lost a painting to you?"
Ren Yaoqi was too lazy to find out who spread the news. She nodded calmly.
"Then you can also make a bet with me." Yun Wenfang paused, then said expressionlessly.
Ren Yaoqi finally understood why she had clashed with Yun Wenfang in her previous life. Even now, she sometimes couldn't help but want to teach him a lesson.
"What do you want to bet on?" Ren Yaoqi asked casually.
Yun Wenfang's expression relaxed slightly. After a moment's thought, he said, "It doesn't matter what you bet. If you lose, you have to give me a painting. If I lose... If I lose, you can make any conditions you want!"
Ren Yaoqi looked embarrassed: "Can we not gamble?"
"No!" Yun Wenfang replied firmly.
Ren Yaoqi paused and turned to look at him. A sly look flashed across his eyes, but he nodded reluctantly, "Okay."
A hint of doubt flashed in Yun Wenfang's eyes.
At this time, they were almost at Nuanxiang Pavilion. Ren Yaoqi tilted his head and thought for a moment. Then he saw a few bamboo branches sticking out from behind the wall of Nuanxiang Pavilion. There was a bamboo forest there.
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