"I like grandma, so I like to stay with her." Yining blinked and said, "I won't let grandma worry about other things. Grandma, don't you like me?"
Old Mrs. Luo smiled and patted her on the back. Holding the child in her arms, she felt so soft inside.
Yi Ning was somewhat dependent on Old Lady Luo. After all, she had been living with Old Lady Luo since her rebirth. She had protected her from the elements and cared for her. How could she not like her?
She smelled the faint sandalwood scent on the old lady and felt very at ease.
So let's just leave Luo Yiyu's matter alone. If she can persuade her, she should do so and not let this matter bother her grandmother.
Yining closed her eyes.
Yining got up early the next morning. She still remembered that Luo Shenyuan had told her to go to him the next day to get the book.
Ms. Gu had something to do at home, so she didn't have to go there for the next few days. Yi Ning went to Luo Shenyuan's place, and he was still writing.
His study was simple. On a long desk stood an inkstone and a brush stand. Next to it stood a large celadon jar filled with a number of old scrolls. Atop a high table stood a pot of orchids. It was in full bloom this season, with pale green, butterfly-like blossoms perched on its branches, and a faint, elegant fragrance lingered in the air. Luo Shenyuan was writing at the long desk, his hands moving with a swift and graceful movement.
Yining stood at the door without disturbing him. When he was serious, his eyelashes drooped and his profile was calm.
After a while, he put down his pen and said calmly, "Why don't you come in?"
Yi Ning walked over with a smile: "Third brother, how did you know I was coming?"
She looked down and saw that Luo Shenyuan was writing an eight-part essay and had just reached the beginning of the topic. Because she came over, Luo Shenyuan stopped writing.
Luo Shenyuan looked at her, put down his brush and said, "I have sharp eyes and ears, and I can still hear your footsteps."
He saw Yi Ning, who was only as tall as his waist, reading his article seriously. He patted her head and said, "You don't understand this. Come with me."
Did he know that she couldn't understand...
Yining rubbed her head and thought, if she couldn’t understand, couldn’t she just look at his handwriting?
Of course, while women did read some books, they only understood the content. Those preparing for the imperial examinations, on the other hand, had to memorize and understand all this material, a completely different level. It's normal for her to not understand, but it's problematic that Yining could understand it.
Yi Ning could only follow him to the warm room at the back. She looked up and saw him picking up several books from the bookshelf. He lowered his head and flipped through the contents before handing them to her. "These are all good. Take them back and read them."
Yining was a little confused. She was not going to take the imperial examination, so why should she read so many books?
"Third brother, you should just study..." Yi Ning said softly, "It's useless for me to study."
Luo Shenyuan looked back at her, and in a slightly lowered voice, he called her name firmly: "Yining..."
Yi Ning felt a slight sense of oppression in his tone. He looked at her again, so she could only nod reluctantly, holding the book and saying in compromise: "Okay, I'll take it all back and read it."
He touched her head and said, "That's good. People learn to be good from books."
Yining felt that being too short was really not good. For example, Luo Shenyuan and her grandmother both liked to touch her head.
Yi Ning came out of the warm room and saw that he was going back to continue writing, so she asked, "Third brother, I heard that the eldest and second brothers study very late, and every day my aunt sends them nourishing soup. Do you have any nourishing soup to drink?"
Luo Shenyuan didn't answer for a moment, and after a moment he said calmly: "No one sent it to me."
Yi Ning knew that Lin Hairu didn't care about him, but when she heard that his tone was flat, as if he was used to it and didn't think there was anything wrong, she still felt uncomfortable.
"I'll ask the kitchen to bring it to you!" Yining asked with a smile, "Do you like pig's trotter soup?"
Luo Shenyuan smiled slightly, but quickly suppressed it. Without even looking at her, he said calmly, "No need. I don't like pig's trotter soup."
Yining really likes to drink pig's trotter soup... What's wrong with pig's trotter soup?
She thought to herself, took the book and said goodbye to Luo Shenyuan. Luo Shenyuan looked at the sun outside, put down the pen and said, "I'll take you back."
"Brother San is going to write something, so there's no need to see me off." Yining said, and asked Xuezhi to take the Qingtong oil umbrella and prepare to leave.
Luo Shenyuan walked out first: "I'm going to pay my respects to my grandmother, so I'll take you back." He walked out of the corridor, and the sunlight fell on him, making his figure look like a pine tree. Yi Ning was dazed for a moment, but saw Luo Shenyuan turned around and said lightly: "Why don't you come here quickly."
Yi Ning trotted forward and he held her hand. She could feel his hand was warm and dry, with calluses on his fingertips.
She immediately felt much more at ease.
Xuezhi held a tung oil-paper umbrella for her to block the sun as they walked on the gravel road.
The hostas beside the path were in bloom, their fragrance rich and sweltering in the summer heat. Xuezhi plucked a hosta and pinned it to Yining's sleeve. Yining lifted her sleeve and sniffed, thinking she finally understood what the ancients meant by "sleeves filled with fragrance."
Luo Shenyuan watched her lower her head to smell the flowers, and when she looked up, some light yellow pollen stained the tip of her nose. He smiled and said, "Yining." Yining didn't know what he was calling her for, so she looked up at him. Luo Shenyuan reached out and wiped the tip of her nose, "It's stained with pollen."
His slender fingertips were stained with a little pollen, which he flicked off gently.
Yining said "oh" and smiled brightly at him: "Thank you, third brother."
Yi Ning looked up and saw someone standing in the shade of a tree, looking at the lake. Two guards accompanied him, and they were probably not from the Cheng family. The man, wearing a moon-white Hangzhou silk gown, was tall and slender, and seemed to be Cheng Lang.
When Luo Shenyuan saw the person standing next to Cheng Lang, his face darkened slightly. Thinking of the little girl Yining he was holding in his hand, he took a step back and whispered to her, "Don't talk."
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