"How about we lure the snake out of its hole?" Senior Brother Xiaobai spread his plain fan and said slowly.
No, Senior Brother Xiaobai is not only handsome but also smart.
If we pretend to be thieves and send a letter to the Xu family, on the one hand, we can confuse the thief's mind and lead him to reveal his flaws. On the other hand, we have always doubted whether Bitter Leaf Asarum is really what Mrs. Xu said. , is not in the Xu family, and this time I submitted the letter, just to observe the movements of the Xu family nearby.
Although I, Ye Rong, am smart and alert, I have always been eager to learn and have an innate admiration for wise and wise people. Therefore, Senior Brother Xiaobai walked over to the desk, and I hurriedly walked over.
Brother Xiaobai put down his plain fan and raised his eyebrows at me: "How about you come and grind ink for me?"
Ouch, his smile is like the warm sun melting the ice and snow, the moonlight shining in front of the flowers, the breeze blowing across the lake, and the fried chicken reaching his mouth...
I nodded my head shamelessly, took the ink stick, and finally helped him lay out the paper.
Senior Brother Xiaobai chuckled, raised his sleeves, and took up his pen.
He was standing gracefully beside the desk, swiping his pen gracefully. This posture couldn't be more serious, but I actually felt it was a bit alluring...
Inadvertently, a few strands of dark hair fell to the side of his face...
I swallowed immodestly, and an impulse arose in my heart. I stroked my heart, and was surprised to realize that the impulse was to brush his hair...
With a "Pfft" sound, I quickly turned around, and the Ninth Senior Brother covered his mouth and looked at me very maliciously.
Humph! Xiao Jiuer, how dare you laugh at me? Just wait!
Senior Brother Xiaobai glanced at the two of us indifferently, stopped writing and said: "I didn't look very carefully that day, I'm afraid they are only 70-80% similar."
Madam Xu had given me a careful look at the letter that the thief sent earlier. Senior Brother Xiaobai also took a look at it that day, but just like that...
Judging from my in-depth research on calligraphy culture in the past ten years, I am afraid that this character is more than 70-80% similar.
Brother Xiaobai, are you too humble?
I blinked and looked at him with admiration.
Suddenly——
"Ahem, Xiaobai, have you brought a veil?"
Hey, what does Brother Ninth want the veil for?
Without waiting for Senior Brother Xiaobai to answer, Senior Brother Ninth grabbed Senior Brother Xiaobai's arm, pulled a piece of kerchief from his sleeve pocket, and stuffed it into my hand: "Little Junior Sister, wipe it quickly, the saliva is dripping down immediately."
This time, I am so embarrassed...
In the middle of the night, the bright moon shines high.
Maybe Jinling has reached the realm of Datong where people don’t pick up things on the road and don’t close their doors at night. The four boys on night duty at the concierge of Xu Mansion actually played mahjong.
God is really helping me!
I secretly hid behind the sweet-scented osmanthus tree and waved to Senior Brother Ninth.
Brother Ninth crouched and stuffed Brother Xiaobai's fake letter into the crack of the door without anyone noticing.
Early in the morning, Young Master Xu and Danyang were waiting with me to have breakfast in the dining room. "Master." Young Master Xu's personal entourage hurried in and presented a yellow envelope.
Young Master Xu was stunned for a moment, then took the envelope and stood up.
"Xu Qingyang, is there anything else in your family that is shameful?" Brother Ninth took a spoonful of white rice porridge and asked gloatingly.
Young Master Xu paused and suddenly opened the envelope. The letter written by Senior Brother Xiaobai slowly floated to the table.
In that letter, Senior Brother Xiaobai only wrote one sentence:
"At the age of fifteen, in front of Mr. Xu's grave."
Young Master Xu stared at the letter blankly for a while. After a while, he slowly exhaled, seemingly relieved. Danyang had always been calm, but this time his face turned pale, and the chopsticks in his hand fell to the ground with a "snap". On the ground.
