The weather is sunny on the eighth day of the twelfth lunar month.

Put Yunting in front of the desk in the study.

Qin Nanfeng opened the curtain and walked in with a smile.

When Yunting heard the footsteps, he looked up at him: "What? It's all the time, are you doing nothing?"

Qin Nanfeng walked over to him and sat down, and smiled and said, "Isn't this your father not going to class? I have no place to go if I want to study."

He looked at Yun Ting at him with a funny look: "What? Your grandfather's family doesn't have a study?"

"However, is there." Qin Nanfeng boredly pinched the ink ingot and stirred it back and forth in the inkstone: "But it's too boring to read by one person. I don't look like you, and I can calm down."

"What? Do you have to find a few people to accompany you?" He put Yun Ting down the book and reached out to stop him: "Don't make my ink ingot. It's too thick to grind out the ink like this, and it's not easy to use."

"Oh." Qin Nanfeng threw down the ink ingot: "The ink is not all the same, what's the difference?"

"Then the difference will be great." He picked up Yun Ting's ink ingot like a treasure and grind it carefully: "By the way, when you leave, remember to take the incense away."

"Have Xiaojiu made it fragrant?" Qin Nanfeng's eyes lit up and he stood up: "Take it to me."

"Wait for a moment." He kept holding Yun Ting's hand.

"Take it for me first, and then grind it in one go." Qin Nanfeng rushed to grab the ink ingot again.

He pushed Yun Ting away his hand, looking helpless: "At the northernmost point of the bookshelves inside, you can pick it up by yourself. Remember to only take one piece, and another one is mine."

Qin Nanfeng went happily and came out in just a moment of breath. He held the incense in his hand, and had already taken the oil paper outside and placed it under his nose and sniffed it constantly.

He turned Yun Ting to look at him: "Didn't you not love these things since you were young? Why does it smell like it's over?"

"I'm happy with this smell." Qin Nanfeng smiled and stuffed the fragrance into his arms.

"Pack the oily paper." Put Yan Huan down the ink ingot: "Otherwise, they will rub against the head of the clothes."

"Oh." Qin Nanfeng wrapped the incense in oil paper again, then carefully put it in his arms, walked back to the chair and sat down.

He picked up Yan Huan and said, "If you think reading at home is boring, then study with me here and go inside to pick up the books."

Qin Nanfeng looked at him and sat there without moving.

"Where are you talking to you?" Yan Huan raised his eyebrows.

Qin Nanfeng lay on the table and looked at him: "Where is Xiaojiu? Why haven't you seen her today?"

"I knew you didn't come for studying." Seeing Yun Ting's face through his appearance: "I'm studying in the study, she won't bother me if she has nothing to do. If you die, she won't come now."

Qin Nanfeng lowered his eyes and muttered: "If she doesn't come, won't you call Jin Buhuan to call her to come?"

"Qin Nanfeng." Yun Ting looked serious: "Have you convinced your father? If your father nodded, I will call her."

Qin Nanfeng pleated his lips: "I just wanted to talk to her for a moment, but I never thought about the one next to her."

"Then you might as well tell me, I'll tell you for your advice." Yun Ting turned the book one page.

"I have to tell her about this in person." Qin Nanfeng sat upright and said seriously.

He snorted Yun Ting: "Don't think about it."

Qin Nanfeng looked at him with his chin in his hands: "Tsk tsk, Jiuxiao, guess which one I came to see on the road today?"

"Which?" Yun Tingming knew that he must not have anything to do, but he couldn't help asking.

"I saw Xia An, and he even greeted me a few words. I asked his sister how she was doing recently. He said that with you, she has improved a lot now..." Qin Nanfeng said deliberately and vividly.

"Qin Nanfeng!" Yun Ting held Shu tightly and gritted his teeth.

"Hey? Jiuxiao, you said that now that she is like this, her body will improve. If you two really get married in the future, wouldn't she be cured without medicine?" Qin Nanfeng looked thoughtful: "In this way, I would like to congratulate you first..."

He called Yun Ting and said that his ears were red quietly, and he called out loudly: "Jin Buhuan, go and call Miss Jiu, and say I have something to do with her."

Jin Buhuan agreed outside.

Qin Nanfeng stopped talking, but just looked at Yunting and laughed.

He glared Yun Ting at him fiercely, picked up the book, and stopped looking at him.

Qin Nanfeng picked up his ink ingot again, smiled and said with a pleasing smile: "Jiuxiao, don't be angry, read the book carefully, I'll grind the ink for you."

He heard this and threw Yun Ting down the book and stood up to rob: "Don't move..."

"I can grind it." Qin Nanfeng pushed away his hand and grindled it into the ink as if it were decent.

He glanced at Yun Ting and was a little surprised: "So you can grind ink?"

"What's the difficulty?" Qin Nanfeng smiled at him.

Yun Ting sighed and sat down helplessly. This guy was a Pi Wu Lazi, and he really had no choice but to do anything about him.

Qin Nanfeng sat facing him, grinding ink while smiling.

Yun Jiao came in a short while.

When he entered the house, he pulled his cloak and put it on the chair beside him. He didn't feel much surprised when he saw Qin Nanfeng. He said, "It's so cold outside. Brother, are you asking me to come and have something to do?"

"He has something to say to you." Yun Ting glanced at Qin Nanfeng.

Qin Nanfeng put down the ink ingot in his hand: "It's OK, it's enough now."

"What?" Yun Jiao looked at him.

Qin Nanfeng looked at Jianjia and Huang Ju: "You two will go out and wait first."

"Yes." Jianjia and Huang Ju bowed together and both retreated.

Yun Jiao sat down on the chair and tightened the Tom Pozi in her hand: "It should be possible to say it now?"

Qin Nanfeng also sat down, put the stool in front of her, and looked at Yunting again.

Although Yun Ting's eyes were staring at Shu, his ears stood up.

Then Qin Nanfeng lowered his voice and said, "Xiaojiu, guess which one I met in the market today."

He snorted Yun Ting, and this sentence was the other one.

Qin Nanfeng ignored him and just stared at Yun Jiao.

"Which?" Yun Jiao looked at him curiously.

"I saw Luo Zaiyang." Qin Nanfeng said mysteriously.

"So what?" Yun Jiao didn't understand what was so strange, and looked at him in confusion.

"You can't guess which one he is with." Qin Nanfeng smiled proudly.

"Which one?" Yun Jiao naturally aroused his curiosity.

"You can recognize a woman, and you are quite familiar with it." Qin Nanfeng said with a smile again.

"Who is it?" Yun Jiao frowned and made him feel itchy.

"Do you want to hear?" Qin Nanfeng looked at her with a smile.

"Of course I want to hear it, so you should tell me quickly!" Yun Jiao urged him anxiously.
Chapter completed!