"His Majesty's oral instruction is to reward you with a handwritten volume of "Shishi Xianji". I admire this!"

Zhang Fu finished announcing the edict in a leisurely manner, holding the book in both hands and handing it to him.

You Tingrong kowtowed to receive the reward, holding a thin booklet with thousands of threads.

Zhang Fu personally helped her stand up and said in a low voice: "Miss You, the Lord has heard about the grievances you have suffered. You must be relieved."

You Tingrong just felt that she didn't know why Shan Yunxin understood her grievances? If he didn't disturb her stable life, he would be like Amitabha.

You Guitai didn't think so. In just a short time, You Tingrong had won two awards, and Chi Qinglang treated her like this.

No one knows, the You family’s change of status is really just around the corner!

Without waiting for You Tingrong's reaction, You Guitai generously stuffed the money and said, "I need to take Eunuch Zhang out for a while, but I'm being petty and disrespectful."

Zhang Fu pushed the money away with a cold face and glanced sideways at him, "Master You, I dare not accept your money without offending Master Xiaochi."

You Guitai was shocked and said with an apologetic smile: "How could it be? Xiaguan and Mr. Chi have no feud, and I respect both you and Mr. Chi."

Suspecting that Zhang Fu had too little money, he added more and said, "Please give me some advice, father-in-law."

"Master You, you have just arrived in the capital. The emperor is a place where rules and etiquette are important. No matter how you like your concubine, she is just a servant. How can you be on an equal footing with the master?" Zhang Fu glanced at the third aunt who was dressed in a dazzling dress.

Zhang Fu pulled open his sleeves and said, "Just take it easy."

The concubine caused such a thing, but instead of quickly sending someone to apologize to the Chi family, she still behaved like a normal person. With such a lack of expression, she is really not the material to be an official.

You Guitai turned blue after being told that, but he didn't dare to show it, and had to shamelessly send Zhang Fu and his party out.

When she came back, she couldn't hold back her anger any longer, so she raised her hand and slapped San Yiniang.

Third Yiniang staggered after being beaten, her eyes widened in shock. When she saw You Guitai's angry look, she became timid again, her mouth moved a few times, but she still didn't say anything.

"From now on, Third Yiniang is grounded. She is not allowed to leave the courtyard without my permission." You Guitai said coldly, "Butler, prepare a gift immediately. I will go to Chi's house to apologize in person."

As for You Tingqing, she was naturally left behind by the old lady, who stayed behind to help pack things.

You Tingrong returned to the main room alone with the book in hand, and casually opened the "Stone Chamber Immortal Machine" in his hand. The familiar scent of ink came to his face, Jiuxuan Sanji Ink, which is the imperial ink ingot.

Just at this moment, dark clouds rolled in outside the window, there was a sudden thunder, and the draft in the hall gave a bit of coolness.

"The autumnal equinox has passed, and finally there is cool air." Aomachi opened the windows in the house, and as the rain fell, the temperature in the room dropped.

"When the weather gets hot, my lady's appetite decreases. You can use more food today."

You Tingrong stared at the page in trance. He noticed that the ink was carefully crafted. It was clearly in lower regular script. The turning points of the strokes still showed strong strength, and the brush strokes burst out between strokes.

The words are like the person, even if he behaves like a gentleman, he is still full of rage in his bones. This is Shan Yunxin's handwriting, copied by him himself.

Seeing that the lady was silent, Aomachi came over to take a look, scratched his head and said with a smile: "Isn't this copied by Mr. Chi? It smells like it was written recently!"

You Tingrong looked at Qing Ding blankly, but his heart seemed to be clenched tightly, "You just wrote it?"

"Yes, the ink smell is so strong..." Aomachi flipped it carefully, "Miss, look, there are some places where the ink is still stuck together because the ink is not dry!"

Aomachi thought that the lady didn't believe it, so he said with a smile: "It's just a book, but it's not impossible to buy it? Doesn't it show the intention of the person who gave the gift if I copied it in my own hand and sent it to you?"

Qingding knew nothing about the entanglement between the young lady and Shan Yunxin, and took it for granted that it must be Chi Qinglang's intention.

You Tingrong suddenly threw the book to the ground as if she was holding something hot.

Intention? What intention?

Something flashed through You Tingrong's mind, but he didn't catch it.

But no matter what, I didn't want to touch it again. My heart was racing, and I turned my head to look at the rain outside the window. "Aomachi, put it away quickly... just put it with the chess equipment."

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After a heavy rain, the long-lasting muggy heat has been swept away, and finally there is the coolness of early autumn.

Aomachi was ironing an autumn-colored silk cross-collar skirt for You Tingrong. Because the weather was getting colder, he had a half-arm blouse on the hanger.

While Aomachi was busy working, he raised his eyes to look at You Tingrong.

You Tingrong was doing her makeup in front of the mirror, applying lipstick, and lightly tapping the flower pattern between her eyebrows. Her skin was already as white as frost, but now that she put on makeup, she looked even more beautiful, and her red dots seemed to be blooming on her face.

The red plum blossoms in the heavy snow are so beautiful and vivid.

Aomachi was a little obsessed with it, "The lady is getting more and more beautiful." The lady in the past was also beautiful, but that kind of beauty was quiet and reserved, unlike now, like a beautiful woman dyed with warm fragrance, which shines from the bones.

A confusing taste.

"Did you tell the concierge?" You Tingrong just thought she was saying something stupid and didn't take it to heart.

Qingmachi nodded and whispered: "Miss, we went out for the third day in a row, and the old lady was mumbling... I didn't meet Mr. Zhao at the teahouse. Isn't the third aunt telling nonsense?"

In the past few days, You Tingrong went to Yongxin Tea House every day. He sat there all afternoon and did not see Zhao Shaoan. When he came back, You Guitai asked him questions.

"No, she hopes that I can succeed, so there is no need to lie to me." You Tingrong shook his head, "Let's go, today is the last day of rest in the academy. You will know when you get there."

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The carriage passed through the busy city, slowed down, and arrived.

Qingding helped her down, asked the coachman Shen Shi to pick her up, and accompanied You Tingrong into the teahouse.

As soon as You Tingrong entered, he felt that it was too busy today. Even before the storyteller came on stage, the lobby was already full.

A waiter in a short shirt came up to him with a wide smile, "Miss! You came just in time, we have the last private room left!"

With that said, the waiter led the two of them to the second floor, walked through the corridor, and found the innermost wing at the corner.

You Tingrong was puzzled. According to the waiter, all the private rooms on the second floor were full. Why was it so quiet?

Entering the private room, I found that it was a very spacious compartment, and the furnishings were somewhat elegant.

After You Tingrong sat down, the waiter poured tea and water with a smile, "If nothing happens, miss, sit down, I will leave first!"

Before You Tingrong could say anything, he ran away. After another cup of tea, the sound of Xing Mu banging the table was heard from downstairs, and the storyteller was about to begin.

You Tingrong took a sip of the tea and couldn't help but frown, it was bitter and astringent.

Aomachi reacted, touched the teapot, and said, "What did this guy do? The tea is cold, and the fire is not lit. I'll go find him!" After saying that, Aomachi opened the door and went out.

You Tingrong paid no attention to her and listened to the mellow talk below. He was talking about an unsolved case from the past. This storyteller did have some skills and a good book. Even her curiosity was aroused.

While she was listening fascinated, a pair of hands held a teapot, poured hot tea into a blue and white teacup, and placed the teacup next to her hand.

You Tingrong thanked her in a low voice, and when she picked up the tea cup, she noticed that the sleeves of this man's clothes were wide and long. Although the pattern was shallow, it was dense and complicated, and it was a brocade of flowers.

He looked up anxiously, and suddenly became confused.
Chapter completed!