Finally, Su Qianji couldn't bear it anymore, and he clenched his hands into fists on the table. His knuckles turned white and made a crackling sound.
Jiang Yao could feel the chill without even looking up.
She silently put down her pen, folded the paper, and put it in her arms.
After doing all this very carefully, I quietly retreated little by little, trying to reduce my presence by escaping.
But it was obviously in vain.
"Jiang Yao."
Jiang Yao immediately clasped his hands together and said, "Master Su, I was wrong."
No matter what mistake you make, no matter how big or small, as long as you hear Su Qianji's deep voice with a forbearing tone, you must admit your mistake immediately.
"come over."
From the moment Su Qianji saw the words on the paper, he felt uncomfortable all over and his hands couldn't stop shaking.
He really underestimated Jiang Yao's influence on him.
Jiang Yao moved like a turtle, approaching cautiously: "Master Su, I'm here."
Su Qianji resisted the urge to knock her unconscious, took a deep breath, and picked up the pen: "What are you going to write?"
Jiang Yao swallowed and said, "Master Su, I'll go back and write it myself."
——Isn’t he going to help me write it?
"Hurry up and tell me."
Su Qianji held the pen, his tone a little impatient.
Jiang Yao didn't dare to resist anymore and began to say what she wanted in a low voice.
But it’s good that she doesn’t have to write, it’s also good to move her mouth.
After discovering the benefits, Jiang Yao spoke louder and louder, and his pronunciation became clearer and clearer.
But there is one good thing, that is, no matter how obscure what she said, Su Qianji would not stop to ask her what she meant, he would just keep writing.
After finishing what she needed to write, she also needed to draw a simple syringe.
"Master Su, I need to draw this myself, can you please?"
Su Qianji took a look at the words he had written. They were neat and clear. If he handed them to her, who knows what they would turn out to be.
"What do you want to draw? Tell me."
This means she won't be allowed to touch the pen.
Jiang Yao curled his lips.
——It’s not that my handwriting is bad, it’s that I have never used a brush. Don’t look down on me. I have won awards for my calligraphy before.
Su Qianji did not look down on her poor handwriting, but he knew that she was not from this world. He could hear her inner thoughts and of course knew that she did not know how to use a brush.
He just couldn't stand her handwriting.
——But how can I express the concept of painting with my mouth?
But seeing Su Qianji's determined attitude, Jiang Yao was scared and couldn't stand up to him.
She weakly stretched out a finger and gestured on the paper: "Draw from here to here."
Su Qianji put pen to paper: "And then?"
“Draw here.”
“Draw it here again.”
Even though Bu Qingzhou pointed it out clearly, painting was something that could not be done by someone else's hands.
Seeing that Su Qianji was about to make a mistake in the drawing, Jiang Yao became anxious and grabbed Su Qianji's hand.
"Bend here and then draw it over."
Syringes are something that require precision, and it was difficult to achieve the same level of craftsmanship in ancient times, so it is necessary to be more careful and detailed when drawing them.
Jiang Yao's attention was focused on his pen, and he hadn't yet realized that he was holding Su Qianji's hand.
But the man in the wheelchair had already stiffened his back when the small, warm hand touched the back of his hand.
There is also the unique fragrance of girls at the tip of my nose.
His hand followed Jiang Yao's movements, but his mind was already wondering if she used incense, and what kind of incense she used. This faint fragrance was like the dew after the rain, or like the lotus after the water.
“Then do this again, and the painting is done.”
Jiang Yao breathed a sigh of relief. It was really tiring to draw with someone else's hand.
—Wait, I used Suku Chisai’s hand to draw?
——No, I grabbed Sukuchiji’s hand?
Jiang Yao's head buzzed and he quickly pulled his hand back as if it had been pricked by a needle, his eyes wide open with horror on his face.
Su Qianji's gaze seemed to sweep across the back of his hand unintentionally, and a flash of regret flashed across his eyes.
He put down his pen and looked carefully at the words on the paper.
Seeing that he didn't react, Jiang Yao became puzzled again.
—Did I just touch Suku Chiji? Why didn't he react? Isn't he a germaphobe? Doesn't he never let anyone touch him? Why isn't he angry?
"These things you want." Su Qianji interrupted her wandering thoughts and said, "I have never heard of them before."
"These are just some little gadgets I came up with myself, so Master Su has definitely never seen them before."
Su Qianji hummed, seemingly uninterested in further investigation. He folded the paper, handed it over, and asked, "Are you sending it to the Emperor?"
"Yes, the Emperor told Eunuch Yuan to prepare it."
Su Qianji narrowed his eyes, as if he had thought of something: "Let Langqi go and deliver it."
"Huh?" Jiang Yao was stunned for a moment, then quickly waved his hand: "No, no, I can go by myself."
Su Qianji said calmly, "It's almost time for dinner."
The implication was that she had to serve him.
After saying that, he pushed his wheelchair into the house.
Jiang Yao curled his lips and said, "Yes, Master Su, I'll ask Master Langqi to deliver it right away."
Holding the paper folded by Su Qianji, Jiang Yao trotted to find Lang Qi.
It was a coincidence that I met Langqi just after leaving the Moon Gate.
"Mr. Langqi." Jiang Yao smiled, but put on a cold face.
Lang Qi snorted coldly and glanced at her unhappily: "Miss Jiang Yao, is there anything wrong?"
"Here." She held the paper and said, "Mr. Su asked you to take it to Eunuch Yuan."
Lang Qi didn't ask any more questions and took the paper: "I understand."
Jiang Yao stared at Lang Qi's back and muttered secretly: "Tsk, master and servant, one is cold and the other is cruel, both are equally difficult to serve."
When I turned around, I almost scared myself to death.
"My dear mother."
Xu Jing was also frightened by her. She froze in place, staring at her with wide eyes, unable to speak.
Jiang Yao patted his chest and said, "Don't you know that scaring people can kill them?"
Xu Jing was accused by her and immediately reacted: "If you don't do anything wrong, what are you afraid of?"
Jiang Yao rolled his eyes at her, not wanting to bother with her, and wanted to leave.
Xu Jing didn't let her go and stood in front of her with a plate.
"what you do?"
Xu Jing handed the plate over: "Master Su asked you to bring this in?"
Jiang Yao wanted to laugh: "If you want to order me to do something, just tell me directly. It was Young Master Su who asked me to do it. I just came out from Young Master Su's place, how come you are not here?"
Xu Jing clenched the tray tightly, feigning composure. "Yesterday, when we came here, we didn't have time to show Master Su what we had learned. Master Su instructed me yesterday to prepare the calming incense and bring it over for you to take in."
“Why did I take it in?”
"How should I know? Go ask Master Su."
Xu Jing's eyes widened, and her voice was very loud. Then she pushed the plate directly into Jiang Yao's hand: "Anyway, I gave you the things. If you don't give it back, you can just throw it away."
Jiang Yao rolled her eyes, feeling helpless but there was nothing she could do since she was the personal servant.
And what Xu Jing said was not impossible. Su Qianji's favorite thing to do was to torment her.
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