Yuhan stared blankly at the closed door, feeling a little aggrieved.
Since last night, the young lady seems to have changed into a different person. Now she no longer needs her as a personal maid to wait on her even when she enters the study room.
Don't you want her to do menial tasks like laying paper and grinding ink?
Does the young lady dislike her?
Hosta's eyes were faintly red, she wiped her eyes heavily with the back of her hand, and sniffed silently.
Zhao Xiyan was so preoccupied that she had no time to take into account the little details of the hosta. After entering the study, Zhao Xiyan first found a wooden box. When she opened it, she found a set of carving knives of different sizes.
The Zhao family is known for its poetry and calligraphy, and the three brothers of the Zhao family each have their own strengths. Zhao Yuanming is good at calligraphy and painting, his second uncle Zhao Yuanyun is good at antique appreciation, and his eldest uncle Zhao Yuanxiu is good at engraving seals.
Zhao Suxin followed her biological father and loved carving.
Zhao Xiyan didn't want to steal the limelight from her cousin, so she never mentioned in front of others that she could also carve seals. She only did it for fun when she had nothing to do.
I really didn't expect that it would come in handy today.
Zhao Xiyan sat in front of the desk, first laid out paper and ground ink, then chose a fine pen, soaked the tip with ink, and wrote the words "Zhou Sui" on the paper.
Zhou Sui was a ferocious bandit. He had not read many books, but he was good at simple writing. His handwriting was vulgar and ugly, and his letters were written in vernacular.
Zhou Sui's private seal was carved by a down-and-out old scholar. In terms of carving work, it was mediocre. The private seal was knocked once, and the upper left corner was slightly scratched, which turned into a unique pattern mark.
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Anyone who has dealt with Zhou Sui is familiar with this private seal imprint.
Zhao Xiyan thought silently in her heart for a long time before picking up the carving knife and making the first cut on the chicken blood stone.
The light in the study slowly dimmed.
Zhao Xiyan lit the candlestick with a fire stick and slowly carved it under the bright candlelight.
Time passed quickly, and Hosta outside the study finally couldn't hold back anymore and knocked on the door: "Miss, it's so late, it's time for dinner."
After a while, the lady's calm voice came from inside: "Bring the food in."
Hosta responded hurriedly, went to the kitchen, and came out carrying a three-layer food box. In the food box, there were delicious millet porridge, delicious fried dumplings, and four-color side dishes.
Zhao Xiyan opened the study door, took the food box, and closed the door again.
Hosta had no choice but to continue waiting outside the door.
This wait is the third update.
The door to the study room finally opened again. Zhao Xiyan had been up for a few hours, and she looked a little tired, but she was in a good mood: "Yuhan, you have been staying here, haven't you eaten dinner yet? Go to the kitchen quickly to fill your stomach.
, go back to the house and have a good sleep. Just let Haitang stay overnight."
Haitang is also a domestic slave of the Zhao family. She is fifteen years old this year.
The girls in the Zhao family usually have three or four maids to serve them. In addition to Jade Hosta and Begonia, Zhao Xiyan also has two little maids of twelve or thirteen years old, one named Primrose and the other named Jinzhan.
The master's concern immediately healed the small grievances in Yuhan's heart.
Hosta smiled hurriedly and said: "Begonia doesn't know how to serve, so I'd better keep a slave on night duty!"
Yuhan was very concerned about the authority of the first-class personal maids, and never let the younger maids do the work of personal service.
Zhao Xiyan laughed dumbly, and when she saw Yuhan's insistence, she just let her go.
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That night, Zhao Xiyan's sleep was not stable. In the nightmares that came one after another, blood flowed across the face and she screamed repeatedly. The ferocious face that had tortured her for several years would approach her with a ferocious smile from time to time.
When Zhao Xiyan woke up, her forehead was covered with cold sweat.
She didn't move or cry, she lay quietly, waited for the cold sweat to dry, then closed her eyes and continued to sleep.
The total time spent sleeping during the night is not even an hour.
After getting up in the morning, she went to the clean room to take a shower and used hot water to wash away the marks of nightmares. After breakfast, she went into the study alone.
It's a whole day to stay.
In the evening, Zhao Xiyan sent someone to ask Song Shi to come over.
Song Shi is thirty-eight years old. He is smart and capable. When he was young, he was Zhao Yuanming's book boy. Now he is Zhao Yuanming's long-term follower. Song Shi takes care of the external affairs of the three rooms of the Zhao family.
Zhao Yuanming had privately told Song Shi that if the young lady had any instructions, don't ask anything and do it immediately.
When Zhao Xiyan took out several letters signed in different handwritings, Song Shi was not too surprised and whispered, "Miss, where are these letters going to be sent?"
Zhao Yuanming is a master of calligraphy. Zhao Xiyan is a master of calligraphy. He can write more than ten kinds of fonts, and he also has an ability that he never reveals to others. As long as he meets him once, Zhao Xiyan can imitate this person's handwriting.
Zhao Xiyan took out a piece of paper and put it into Song Shi's hand: "I have written the addresses of these letters on the paper. You follow the addresses and send them out one by one. Don't tell anyone about this.
You do it quietly alone."
"You change your clothes and disguise yourself so that no one recognizes your true face and identity. Spend your money to hire a few illiterate gangsters to run errands."
"This letter is to be sent to the Shangshu Mansion of the Ministry of War in the capital. Find a bodyguard agency from Beihai County and find a reliable bodyguard to send it to."
"These two letters are to be sent to Zichuan County, Pingyuan County. Go there yourself and find someone to deliver the letters to the county governor's house."
"There is also this letter to be delivered to General Li of the Jiaodong Army. You cannot enter the Jiaodong Army's barracks. After arriving in Jiaodong, you will change your appearance and go to find a famous brothel named Kou Shao. Here.
She has a thousand taels of silver and asks her to deliver the letter to General Li."
Song Shi held the four letters and the piece of paper with four addresses written on them. His right hand trembled, and he was horrified in his heart.
Each of these instructions is more bizarre than the last.
The young lady has been pampered in her boudoir all year round, and only goes out a handful of times. The Minister of War, the governor of Pingyuan County, the governor of Zichuan County, and General Li. How come the young lady has so many treasures and even knows their address? That one is named Kou Shao.
Yes, how did the lady know that? Did she also know that Kou Shao was General Li's lover?
Zhao Xiyan raised her eyes and looked at Song Shi: "Don't ask anything, just follow my instructions."
"You have to go on a errand, and it will take at least a month or two before you can get back. When you go to the accounting office to pay money, pay an extra five hundred taels and keep it for the trip. Don't tell anyone when you leave. When you come back, someone will ask.
, just say that my father sent you to deliver a gift to the same year."
"Remember, you must never let anyone know your true identity. You must not arouse anyone's suspicion. Once there is a risk of exposing your identity, burn the letter immediately."
The young lady did not sound stern or raise her voice, but her words contained majesty and power that were irresistible.
Song Shi's eyes were a little complicated, and he lowered his head to accept the order.
As soon as Songshi left, Yuhan came with brisk steps and reported with a smile: "Miss, the craftsman has finished the long bow that was customized a month ago. The bow is very heavy, so I asked the craftsman to carry it into the yard. Miss.