The two brothers were feeling discouraged when they turned around and saw that the Ji Wen Xu, in which they discussed policy papers with the Master, had appeared out of nowhere.
He had thick black eyebrows and a golden and jade-like complexion. He wore an ordinary long robe with bamboo leaf patterns on the edge. His figure was still tall and straight, with a few flakes of white snow falling on his shoulders and a faint smile on his face.
They have nowhere to hide their paintings.
Ji Wenxu pondered the painting for a moment and suggested, "How about I help you revise it?"
It was said to be a revision, but in fact it was just a change of paper and starting from scratch.
Ji Wenxu learned to paint when he was young. He held the brush and moved the tip of the brush flexibly. With just a few strokes, he was able to outline the general shape.
With a few more delicate strokes, the charm of the person in the painting comes out.
Because the painting was so good, Zhao Minghe and Zhao Mingyan would run into the warm room from time to time to look at Yu Huan, then run back to look at the painting. They felt that Ji Wenxu's painting skills were superb.
With them running around like this, it would be strange if Yu Huan couldn't guess what was going on.
So Ji Wenxu was called away, along with the painting he had just finished.
The girl in the painting has lazy eyes and is reading a book. The brushwork is not complicated, but the girl's laziness is vivid, as if you saw it with your own eyes.
When Ji Wenxu was called in, he felt a little worried.
My sister hadn't wanted him to get better in the first place, but now he bumped into her.
"Sister." He puffed out his cheeks and called her with innocent eyes, trying to arouse his sister's sympathy.
The root of the matter is that it doesn't matter if Zhao Minghe or Zhao Mingyan paints a portrait of Yu Huan, but his identity is not appropriate.
If we were to single it out, it wasn't really appropriate for my sister to have him massage her legs. But this was the Zhao family, so naturally my sister could do whatever she wanted, and no one would tell anyone.
So, it doesn't matter if my sister crosses the line, but if he crosses the line, it's a little risky.
Just as Ji Wenxu expected, after Yu Huan finished looking at the painting, she glared at him hatefully with her beautiful black eyes, raised her jade-like white wrist, and threw a book at him.
He was hit and his head tilted.
The person who was hit was not hurt at all, but the person who hit him had a very large movement, and after the hit, his slender body shook uncontrollably.
The maids exclaimed and gathered around.
Ji Wenxu moved his fingers. If he was not so far away, he would be able to help her.
But I was afraid of making her even angrier.
"Who gave you permission to draw me?"
She looked at him unhappily, the corners of her eyes flushed red from her excitement, the color was beautiful, as if she had applied cinnabar, and her nose was also straight and upturned...
Ji Wenxu was distracted without realizing it.
"Do you understand the rules?" Her scolding brought him back to his senses. "Who do you think you are? You have no power or influence, and you're just staying in our house..."
Yu Huan had a cold face and an air of superiority and ruthlessness. He felt that he was so powerful that he scolded the male protagonist so much that he couldn't say a word.
Little did Ji Wenxu know that when he listened to what his sister said, he felt that she was still too polite. She just repeated the same few sentences over and over again without even using a single dirty word.
My elder sister was born in a golden nest and was pampered. She never heard anyone curse. She pointed at people and thought she was as mighty as a tiger. But in fact, she was just a kitten who would be alert and stare at the slightest movement.
How could there be someone like my sister in this world?
"I'm sorry." He lowered his head, his attitude sincere. On the surface, it was a humble apology, but in reality, it was a bit of a coaxing tone.
Stop being angry.
If he got any more angry, he would want to reach out and touch her head.
Yu Huan couldn't see it, Yu Huan's tail was so proud that it was about to reach the sky.
"Look at him, he's afraid of me," she said proudly.
"Hahahaha, he is too timid." The system laughed arrogantly.
"Hmph." She reluctantly paid attention to him, and without saying she forgave him, she just drove him away.
When Ji Wenxu came out of the warm room like spring, he was hit by a biting cold wind, which woke him up a little.
When I looked at my sister just now, she seemed to be hysterical and couldn't stop having some excessive thoughts.
…
Yu Huan was in poor health and it was a cold winter, so no one in the family dared to let her go out.
She spent the entire winter confined to her room, which was not only boring, but she also had to drink bitter medicine three times a day. Reading storybooks was her most leisurely pleasure.
Sometimes, for no apparent reason, I catch a cold and cough, or have a headache all day long, and I can't even read my storybook.
Suddenly, I seemed to be back to the days before the binding system was established.
…
They were still sitting in the classroom, but Zhao Minghe and Zhao Mingyan were already getting restless and were planning to run out and secretly buy some candied haws.
Mrs. Zhao was always worried that they would get sick if they ate food from outside, so whenever they wanted to eat, they had to go out secretly.
Ji Wenxu heard what they were discussing and seemed to be lost in thought.
Yu Huan didn't have a headache or cough today, and was in a good mood. He got out of bed and walked a few steps. He rarely felt like eating something.
The maids brought out familiar snacks: jasmine rolls, jujube paste cloud cakes, and walnut cakes.
She was tired of eating them.
They didn't even dare to give her any candied fruit, for fear that she would cough after eating anything sweet.
Suddenly he lost his appetite and slumped over the table in disappointment.
The little maid suddenly lifted the curtain and came in: "Miss, Master Ji is here."
"What are you doing?" she asked lazily, lacking energy.
"He said he came to apologize..." The little maid looked at her face.
"Let him in." She had nothing to do, so she just wanted to tease him.
But when the curtain was opened, the young man stepped into the room. The thin snow on his shoulders had not yet fallen off. He felt cold, but his eyes were bright. He stuffed a candied haws into her hand.
"Sister, try it. I'm cold, so I won't go in for now." After he said this, he turned around and went out again, nimbly and lightly.
Not even a footprint was left. If it weren't for the candied haws in her hand, Yu Huan wouldn't have believed that she had been there.
"Miss, the lady won't let you eat this..."
"Yes, Miss. It would be bad if you get sick after eating it."
The maids hurriedly advised.
Yu Huan was reluctant to put it down, so he waved his hands and said to them, "Just pretend you didn't see it. I'm sick of eating this stuff all day long. I just want to eat something sour and sweet."
The taste is strong and pungent.
Therefore, the sweet and sour green plum pastry is very popular with her.
She bit a hawthorn hard. The outer sugar coating was crisp and sweet, but the hawthorn inside was extremely sour. After taking a bite, her eyebrows and eyes wrinkled together, and the sour smell rushed straight to the top of her head, making her want to cry.
Too sour.
She only ate one, but the taste was unforgettable.
…
When Ji Wenxu went to the warm room to borrow books again, his sister still ignored him but didn't make things difficult for him either.
The boy came out with the book and couldn't help laughing.
My sister is really easy to coax.
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