It was common for the two of them to quarrel. Cao Jing next to her carefully finished writing the last stroke, then carefully put down the pen, blew on the roll, and waited for the ink to dry.
Jiang Wanru was still in a daze, and Cao Jing poked her arm with a ruler: "You were suppressed by that idiot?"
Jiang Wanru came back to her senses: "Everyone in the Rongguo Duke's palace is uneducated and incompetent, who cares about her!"
Cao Jing pursed her lips and said calmly: "I heard that it was the young lady who asked us to write these words, and as long as the handwriting is neat and neat, no fancy brushes are allowed... Could it be that the young lady is illiterate and wants to copy it?"
Jiang Wanru looked at her as if she were a monster: "How did you know it was the young lady who wanted to use the invitation? Have you looked for it?"
Although they can walk freely now, they still haven't left the yurt these days.
It was too cold outside, and they didn't want to wear the dirty leather robes, so they could only hide in the yurt and wait for a chance to show up again.
Cao Jing, like herself, has never been out.
Cao Jing did not answer Jiang Wanru's words, but pointed to the paper she had written on and said lightly: "You will send this poem to the young lady and ask her to copy it full of lovesickness?"
Jiang Wanru stroked her long hair and said with waning spirits: "They say that once you enter the palace gate, it is as deep as the sea. This small tribe makes people feel suffocated! Why shouldn't I write poems to express my feelings!"
Cao Jing picked up her poem sign and threw it into the brazier: "If the young madam knows that you miss the young master every day, and becomes angry... I advise you to burn it!"
When Jiang Wanru saw her poems being burned, she hurried to save them, but there was nothing to be found. She only saw a few pieces of black ash flying up, and her face turned red with anger: "Cao Jing, why are you crazy? I was sent by the Queen Mother.
, are you still afraid of that military girl?"
Cao Jing said coldly: "I'm doing this for your own good! Aren't you afraid that the military girl will deal with you secretly?"
On the way, the military girl never got close to them, and once they arrived at the tribe, she never said a word to them, and she didn't even want the respect of the main wife.
Jiang Wanru wrote so much love on this piece of paper that anyone who is not a fool can see what he has in mind.
Jiang Wanru was not stupid. She was not afraid, but she sat down angrily and stopped shouting.
Cao Jing said: "Mother Xu said, let's not annoy the three masters and just follow them. You should prepare a copybook! After arranging a copybook, send it to the tent where the young lady lives in person. The young master will definitely praise you.
Thoughtful and well-intentioned!”
Jiang Wanru looked at her doubtfully and asked, "Then why don't you write it?"
Cao Jing carefully put away the dry ink paper in her hand and smiled lightly: "I am silent about the book!"
"Book? What book?" Jiang Wanru stood up suddenly and wanted to grab the pile of paper.
How could Cao Jing let her touch what she had worked so hard to write? She quickly suppressed it.
At this moment, Tang Qingluan, who was outside to watch the excitement, suddenly ran in and shouted: "The young master is here!"
She ran in and hurriedly opened her makeup mirror, calling again and again to the little maid Xiaoxia to comb her hair.
After shouting a few times, I remembered that Xiaoxia and Aunt Xu had gone to the Zhijian, so she could only grab the rouge and powder and apply it.
Now Aunt Xu no longer takes care of the three of them, but she keeps the little maids in check. Except for coming back to serve them in the morning and evening, she works outside at other times.
Jiang Wanru was stunned and quickly went to the door and opened the curtain to take a look.
There were several logs placed in the open space in the distance. Zhao Tingduo came over at some point and was talking to a few people.
Is this the young master coming?
Jiang Wanru turned back to stare at Tang Qingluan and said sarcastically: "I think you are mentally ill! Ever since there was wood in that place, the young master has been coming here every day. Didn't you just know that you are showing it to someone with surprise every day?"
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When the young master comes, he can barely stand for a few breaths every time, and he is always around people.
Every time Jiang Wanru and Tang Qingluan wanted to find a reason to go there, Cao Jing would say that Aunt Xu had warned them not to be impatient and to behave like ladies, unlike those bitches in brothels who look like they don't like men.
Being told this, I was naturally embarrassed to show up.
Hearing Jiang Wanru laughing at him, Tang Qingluan ignored her and just painted his eyebrows.
Seeing that she didn't respond, Jiang Wanru was about to make a few more sarcastic remarks when she saw Cao Jing walking out of the door silently. In her hand was a stack of written paper.
What does she want to do?
Under Jiang Wanru's shocked gaze, Cao Jing walked towards the group of people step by step. To be precise, it was the tall and handsome young man in the crowd.
At this time, Zhao Tingduo was talking to Lang Mu in the tribe,
Abu, who helped with the work, picked up the thick wood and turned it so that the craftsman could use a square to measure the diameter of the tree and whether it was enough to meet the requirements of the drawing, and then mark it.
Several people around were busy, and then they saw a girl walking towards them.
She was wearing a green thin coat and a floral-pink skirt underneath. She lowered her head shyly and couldn't see her face clearly. She could only see a thin neck and jet-black hair.
In this whistling snowy wind, the girl's figure is as slender as a green willow tree that has just sprouted green. She trembles and trembles when she is blown, which makes people tremble and tremble in their hearts, making everyone present can't help but
Leather robe wrapped tightly around the body.
Zhao Tingduo didn't speak any more, and just watched the funny scene indifferently. When he noticed a few pieces of paper in her hand, he moved his eyebrows.
Cao Jing walked up to Zhao Tingduo and then raised her head, revealing a face that was so white that it was almost transparent, and even the makeup looked like a layer of dust floating on it.
She endured the trembling caused by the cold, blessed her body and said: "Young Master, my slave Cao Jing has written a "Zi Jie" according to the instructions of the young lady, and asked the young master to pass it on to the young lady." With that, she handed it over to the young lady.
Pass the paper in your hand.
Zhao Tingduo frowned slightly. After hearing Song Liyun's order, he took the paper and looked down at it.
Although Cao Jing lowered her head, she still caught a glimpse of Zhao Tingduo's slender fingers touching the paper. Her face was still cold and indifferent, but the corners of her mouth were slightly raised.
Seeing the clear and beautiful handwriting, Zhao Tingduo nodded and praised: "Well written, thank you for your hard work!"
A hint of joy suddenly appeared in Cao Jing's eyes. Before she could say anything else, two people stumbled over and knocked her, who was already half-frozen, into a stagger. What she wanted to say was choked in her throat.
Tang Qingluan ran up to Zhao Tingduo like a gust of wind, put a stack of paper heavily into his hand, and snorted: "Oh, I'm exhausted, young master, can you tell the young lady not to let this slave write in the future?"
Zhao Tingduo took a step back and frowned slightly: "If you don't write, what can you do?"
Tang Qingluan raised his face, straightened his chest, and said proudly: "Young Master, you don't know, I know a lot of things.
In the past, when I was at home, I had to spend time with my grandmother, enjoy the flowers, feed the fish and walk the birds, and also play shuttlecock and horse hanging. None of the other sisters in the home could compare with me."
She was only fifteen or sixteen years old and had a pretty face. I don't know whether she was excited or cold, but at this moment, two groups of blushes appeared on her pink face.
When she spoke, the two pigtails on her temples kept trembling, and her boobs were so cute and tight.
Zhao Tingduo didn't look at her and just snorted lightly: "Okay, you don't have to write anymore!"
Tang Qingluan suddenly beamed with joy, and walked straight to Zhao Tingduo: "Young Master, what should I do? I will serve you and the young lady!"