Yan Hanyu went to Mrs. Lin for breakfast. After leaving, Lin Xianzhi followed Yan Hanyu and said to her, "My eldest sister was rude to Hanyu's cousin and hurt you. My eldest sister, the eldest sister of my eldest brother, apologized to Hanyu's cousin."

"My cousin has apologized, so my cousin doesn't need to remember it in my heart."

Lin Xianzhi lost his parents when he was young, so he was naturally more sensible than children of the same age, and he was very responsible, and was very protective of both sisters.

After hearing what she said, Lin Xianzhi changed the topic, "I heard that my cousin brought a lot of books. I wonder if I have the honor to take a look?"

Before Yan Hanyu could answer, she heard Lin Husheng's voice, "My mother will live with her the best Qionghua Pavilion. I want to go and take a look, leave, Xianzhi, and go together..." Lin Husheng said, then raised his arms and hooked Lin Xianzhi's shoulder, and his voice had not stopped. "My mother is really biased. Qionghua Pavilion is the best place to be repaired by our Lin Mansion. It is luxurious and unique. After being vacant for so many years, she actually let her move in. I don't know what my mother thought."

"Brother, uncle Xiaoliu, wait for me, I'll go too." Lin Ping'er followed closely.

Hanyu looked at their backs and sighed silently. He should at least tell her when he went to her territory.

She turned her head and looked at Lin Nian'er, unable to isolate her, so she asked, "Cousin Nian'er, do you want to go together?"

Lin Nian'er nodded with a slight smile.

The two of them followed suit.

Amei followed behind and went to the front and said quickly, "Mr. Little Six, Master, you can't go to Miss Cousin's boudoir."

"Who is going to see her boudoir? We are going to that attic." Lin Husheng said as he walked faster, leaving them behind in just a few steps.

Gui Niang heard their words in the yard and entered the room, "Old lady, Xiao Liu, the eldest son and the two ladies went to the cousin's place."

"Follow up, look at Husheng, don't let him make trouble. Come back as soon as possible and tell me that Husheng's child is always worry-free. Han Yu is happy to be quiet. Don't let them stay for too long."

"Yes, old lady."

From the embroidery room to the attic, Hanyu walked behind and heard the voices above. "So many books, do you regard this place as a study?"

There were large windows in front and behind the attic. When the large windows opened, the whole room looked spacious and bright. A desk was horizontal and a shelf was placed inside. It was originally empty, but Hanyu naturally filled it with books after moving in, and it was full of books. Hanyu brought a lot of books to Suzhou this time, and half of the box was all books. At that time, Madam Zhou didn't understand, so she came to Suzhou. She didn't understand why the young lady brought so many books. She felt like she wanted to live in Suzhou forever, but she didn't bring many clothes, skirts, shoes and shoes.

The attic is elegantly decorated, but it is simple and has nothing extra. Lin Husheng stood at the window and looked around.

Lin Xianzhi glanced at it and saw that many of them were medical classics on the air, and there were a few words that he didn't even recognize. He was surprised.

"Did you read these books by cousin Hanyu?"

"Yes." Han Yu responded without saying much.

"Little girl, can you finish reading so many books? Do you know these words?" Lin Husheng looked suspicious. Although he was asking, he was sure that she would not know so many words.

"If you don't know, you can learn it, so you will know it naturally. You will finish reading it slowly..." Yan Hanyu raised her eyebrows and answered casually.

As soon as she finished speaking, she heard a "clang" sound. Yan Hanyu turned her head and saw half a bowl of overturned water flowing forward along the desk. She was stained on a stack of medical scriptures she copied last night. Li Ping'er stood in front of her desk and was about to pick up the wet rice paper.

"Don't move, let Xiaoyaer come." Yan Hanyu spoke lukewarmly.

Lin Nian'er originally wanted to come forward to help, but when she heard Han Yu's words, her steps stopped.

Lin Ping'er looked at Lin Xianzhi and turned to Hanyu and said, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean it, it's probably me..."

Seeing her stop, Yan Hanyu asked, "What's the big deal? Can my cousin copy all these and return them to me?"

"We young lady have been copying for half a night." Xiaoyaer said in a low voice, but the voice fell into everyone's ears. While she was speaking, she still didn't stop her movements. She carefully picked up the rice paper and hung it aside.

Yan Hanyu looked at Xiaoyaer's actions and felt no fond of Lin Ping'er. If she touched the rice paper, it would definitely be scrapped. Although she didn't see that it was her doing it just now, it was probably her intention. Hanyu had figured out Lin Ping'er's thoughts in the previous life.

Lin Ping'er looked disbelief, "Did you write this? Can you write so many things for a long time?"

"Otherwise, who did my cousin think it was written by me?" Yan Hanyu asked back.

Lin Ping'er snorted, snorted, and turned her head away.

Lin Husheng walked up and was surprised to see the handwriting on it. He was also suspicious, "You really wrote this word? Why not write it to us! We will believe it."

Lin Xianzhi followed closely to the desk and touched a piece of rice paper that was a little wet. He felt that the paper was as solid as jade and was as thin as moist. Lin Xianzhi, who had read a few more books, was naturally more eye-catching than Lin Husheng. He asked in surprise, "Is this Chengxintang paper?"

Chengxintang paper is produced in Huizhou. Its paper is as thin as a cicada's wings and its skin is as egg membrane. Li Houzhu of the Southern Tang Dynasty loved calligraphy and highly praised this paper. In the world, Chengxintang paper has three different unique silk surfaces, simple, light and elegant, and is deeply loved by literati and scholars. They also think that using this rice paper is an elegant style.

Yan Hanyu nodded, "It's Chengxintang paper." She used this piece of paper to copy books, and she wouldn't use it even if she practiced calligraphy.

"Come on, little girl, write it for us." Lin Husheng spoke again.

"If you don't write, you won't feel in the mood." Yan Hanyu spoke proudly.

"You little girl, aren't you very obedient?" Lin Husheng always saw that she looked obedient and bullied, but he didn't expect her to refuse.

The next moment, Yan Hanyu followed his words, changed the topic and said, "It's okay to ask me to write, unless my uncle promised me something."

"Huh? You wrote it to you to prove that those things were written by you, but you have explained the conditions to me."

"My uncle asked me to prove that I just don't believe it was not written by me. Why don't we make a bet?"

Lin Husheng found it interesting, "What are you going to bet on?"

"If you can prove that this is what I wrote, you will agree to me with a condition."

Lin Husheng now saw her eloquence, laughed heartily, and responded, "Okay."
Chapter completed!