64. Chapter 64 Life Experience
The girl's sparkling eyes were filled with shame, and her expression was dazed, obviously she was extremely shocked.
After meeting her clear black eyes, Pei Xiuhan's eyes moved slightly. He couldn't help kissing her and biting her in his dream, and just now he couldn't help biting her again.
Thinking that the little girl was a little frightened, a trace of regret flashed in Pei Xiu Han's eyes. It turned out that he should have taken it slow.
He didn't ask any more questions, but smiled and said, "If you don't answer, I'll assume you like me."
Xiaoxiao's cheeks felt hot, and she stammered, "I, I'll go cook."
After she finished speaking, she ran away quickly. When she arrived at the small kitchen, Xiaoxiao's heart was still pounding.
Xiaoxiao's Meiyuan has two western wing rooms, one is used as a small kitchen and the other is used as a dining room. She is now in the small kitchen.
Pei Xiuhan followed slowly and saw the little girl washing rice. He also walked in and said, "I'll help you."
The small kitchen was not too big. Now there was not only a stove but also a large chopping board. In addition, there were water jars, rice, noodles and the like. As soon as he came in, Xiaoxiao felt that the space had become a little smaller and the air around him seemed to have become thinner.
She quickly protected the white porcelain bowl in her hand and whispered to him, "It will be done in a moment. Brother, just go wait for me next door."
Pei Xiuhan ignored him and picked up the vegetables beside him. He was tall and had a handsome face. It was obvious that he had never been to the kitchen. The picture of him carrying vegetables was inexplicably funny.
"I remember you like vegetables, let's stir-fry this later."
After he said that, he rolled up his sleeves, scooped some water from the vat, and washed the vegetables.
His fingers were white and slender, and even though his palms were covered with calluses, Xiaoxiao still felt that he shouldn't do rough work. She quickly said, "Brother, let me do it."
Pei Xiuhan said, "You can do it? Why can't I, brother?"
Xiaoxiao didn't know how to refute for a moment, and her heart felt inexplicably sweet. She didn't stop him and let him help wash the vegetables.
Pei Xiuhan washed the vegetables, cleaned the ribs, and helped out briefly.
When Luzhu came back, she happened to pass by the west wing and saw her master washing vegetables. She was shocked and hurried in, "Master, let me do it."
After she finished speaking, she reached out to grab the shrimp from Pei Xiuhan's hand.
Pei Xiuhan thought she was an eyesore and chased her away, "Get out."
Luzhu's eyes moved between him and Xiaoxiao. When she saw Xiaoxiao's cheeks, which were even redder than the sunset, Luzhu paused and left tactfully.
The two of them worked together, which made things much faster. When the food came out of the pot, Pei Xiuhan helped to serve it.
How could Luzhu dare to eat the food he cooked? She lied that she had already eaten and did not put the food on the table. She even scooped out some for Xiaoxing and asked him to eat it in the yard.
Xiaoxiao always felt that Luzhu had seen something, and her face felt hot. She called Luzhu twice, but seeing that she refused to eat, Xiaoxiao picked up some vegetables for her.
Xiaoxiao felt extremely uncomfortable during this meal. She always felt that his eyes were on her. Xiaoxiao didn't dare to look at him at all, and her heart was beating very fast.
After finishing the meal, Xiaoxiao breathed a sigh of relief when she saw him about to leave. After seeing her expression, Pei Xiuhan tutted and flicked her head with his hand, "You heartless little thing, you just can't wait for your brother to leave?"
Xiaoxiao's cheeks were a little red. She, she was not looking forward to his leaving, she was just very nervous. Xiaoxiao secretly glanced at him. The man's eyes were deep and his expression was a bit amused.
Xiaoxiao blushed and lowered her head. Pei Xiuhan reached out and rubbed her little head without saying anything else.
After he left, Xiaoxiao pinched her earlobe and threw herself on the bed. Just thinking back to the scene of him biting her, her heart began to pound. Until this moment, she seemed to still be able to feel the touch of his biting and grinding her earlobe.
Xiaoxiao couldn't help but cover her heart, feeling that if this continued, her heart would definitely have problems.
Her little face flushed, and when she thought of the scene of the two of them cooking together, she felt so sweet in her heart. She hugged the pillow and couldn't help but curl her lips, as if she liked him more and more. Just thinking of him, her heart felt like eating honey.
The next day, Xiaoxiao planned to go to the bookstore again.
She had recently copied a few rare books and wanted to exchange them for some silver. She asked Xiaoxing if he wanted to go out. Xiaoxing shook his head. Although he refused, he pulled her sleeve and pulled her into his room.
Xiaoxing took out a few scrolls, then picked up a piece of paper and pen and wrote, "Sister, please exchange these for some silver for me."
Some time ago, he asked Xiaoxiao to buy him painting supplies and paints. Only then did Xiaoxiao discover that he had actually painted several paintings.
"May I take a look at it?"
Xiaoxing nodded, Xiaoxiao opened it and took a look, and was instantly amazed. She never expected that his paintings could be so beautiful.
He painted five paintings in a row, all of which were landscapes, featuring towering mountains, forest paths covered with maple leaves, the vast night sky, and endless rice fields covered in snow. Each painting was so beautiful that it was no exaggeration to say that they were lifelike. Xiaoxiao couldn't believe that they were painted by him.
She couldn't help but praise him several times. Xiaoxing smiled shyly and wrote again: "I don't know much else, but I've learned painting for several years. Sister, please help me sell it."
Xiaoxiao agreed readily and went to the bookstore with the scroll and the rare copy. The bookstore not only collected various books, but also scrolls.
She was a distinguished guest of the bookstore. Every time she came, the shopkeeper would personally receive her. Seeing that she also brought a scroll of paintings, the shopkeeper smiled and said, "Miss, do you still want to sell paintings today?"
Xiaoxiao curled her lips. She didn't mention Xiaoxing's age, but just smiled and said, "These are paintings by my friend. Each one is very beautiful. He asked me to help him sell them. You can see how much they are worth."
When Feng Zichen came over, he happened to see Xiaoxiao handing the scroll to the shopkeeper. When his eyes swept over the scroll in the girl's hand, a picture suddenly flashed through his mind, and he finally remembered why he felt that Xiaoxiao looked familiar.
He had seen her portrait. No, the woman in the painting was not her. Feng Zichen had seen that portrait seven or eight years ago.
The woman in the painting has skin as white as jade, bright eyes and white teeth, and is so beautiful that she doesn't look like a real person. She has her hair combed in a bun and looks like she has reached the age of marriage. At that time, she was leaning against a man with a sweet smile and a gentle expression. Her white and clean hands were stroking her belly, as if she was pregnant.
Seven or eight years ago, Xiaoxiao was just a child.
Feng Zichen didn't recognize the woman in the painting, nor did he recognize the man beside her. The reason he had an impression of her was because he was amazed at the time. He had never seen such a beautiful woman before. He just felt that the man and woman in the painting were like a pair of immortal lovers, very well matched.
Xiaoxiao and that woman are surprisingly 70% similar, especially their eyebrows and eyes, as if they were carved from the same mold.
Could it be that the woman in the painting has some connection with her?
Feng Zichen thought about it carefully and remembered that he had seen this painting in the Duke of Anguo's Mansion.
He had two good friends, one was Zhong Yu and the other was Zhao Jin. Zhao Jin's mother was the third daughter of the Duke of Anguo's Mansion, which was his maternal grandfather's home.
Feng Zichen and Zhao Jin had known each other since childhood, and had accompanied Zhao Jin to the Duke of Anguo's Mansion several times.
When he saw this painting, he was only ten years old. He and Zhao Jin were very naughty at that time. They were restless even when they went to the Anguo Mansion. At that time, Mo Chuan's reputation for viciousness was already well-known in the Anguo Mansion. They regarded his cabin as a place for adventure.
They sneaked into Mo Chuan's cabin while he was away, and it was in the cabin that Feng Zichen saw the painting.
Feng Zichen thought about it carefully before he remembered the man's appearance. His eyes seemed somewhat similar to Mo Chuan's.
Could he be the untimely deceased uncle of the Duke of Anguo's mansion? Zhao Jin's biological uncle?
What is Xiaoxiao’s relationship with him?
Feng Zichen just felt that he had discovered something extraordinary.
He had vaguely heard about some things in the Anguo Mansion. He remembered that Zhao Jin's uncle almost fell out with the mansion because of a woman from Dajin. If Xiaoxiao really had a relationship with that woman, did it mean that she was also from Dajin?
Thinking of the Regent's special treatment of her, Feng Zichen couldn't help but feel a chill in her heart.
Xiaoxiao also saw him. She still remembered that Feng Zichen had helped her out of trouble before. Xiaoxiao bowed to him and greeted him proactively.
Feng Zichen nodded at her. He was always taciturn and since he was not familiar with Xiaoxiao, he did not ask anything.
This bookstore is owned by the Feng family. He has always loved reading and is obsessed with all kinds of books. He came here today for the rare copy in Xiaoxiao's hands.
Ever since he learned that Xiaoxiao would send him rare books from time to time, he has been thinking about these rare books. She used to come here quite frequently, but she hasn't come for almost two months. He was somewhat itching to come over. Today, he happened to pass by the bookstore and wanted to try his luck to see if she had sent him any rare books. Unexpectedly, he actually met her.
He took away these rare books as he wished.
After returning home, he wrote a letter to Zhao Jin, asking him if he had seen the portrait of his uncle.
Zhao Jin had naturally seen him. He had heard his mother talk a lot about his eldest uncle. Every time his mother thought of this uncle, she would wipe away tears. He would follow his mother to pay homage to him every year.
Zhao Jin felt quite sorry to see that he passed away at such a young age.
He happened to have nothing to do, so he simply went to Feng's house.
Zhao Jin's grandfather was very handsome when he was young, and his grandmother was also a heroic beauty, so her children all had good looks. Zhao Jin's mother was the only girl in the family and was also very beautiful. Zhao Jin looked somewhat like his mother.
He has a handsome appearance, a pair of peach blossom eyes, and often wears red clothes. Now, even though he is not yet an adult, he has charmed many young girls. It can be said that except for the Regent and Mo Chuan, no one can surpass him in appearance.
He climbed in through the window and poured himself a glass of water. "Of course I've seen his portrait. My mother often looks at his portrait when she's free. I can even draw it for you with my eyes closed. Why are you suddenly asking about my uncle?"
Feng Zichen didn't hide anything from him and told him about the portrait and Xiaoxiao.
Zhao Jin's expression was serious, and the smile in his peach blossom eyes unconsciously subsided. He didn't ask any more questions, picked up the paintbrush, and started painting.
The noblemen in the capital all learned painting since childhood. Although Zhao Jin's portraits were not outstanding, there was nothing wrong with simply drawing a person.
With just a few strokes, he sketched out a portrait of his uncle. "Is that him you see?"
Feng Zichen took a closer look and nodded.
Zhao Jin's expression became serious. "Does Zhang Xiaoxiao really look like the woman in the painting?"
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