"What's going on?" Shi Jin was stunned for a moment. Zhi Hua was considered an old man next to the second master. Although his temper was a bit reckless, he was always considered calm in front of the second master.

"First, the second master went to the study, and I followed him. Somehow, as soon as I turned around, my inkstone fell to the ground. A famous Huizhou inkstone knocked off a corner, and I was on the spot.

My face turned dark..." Zhihua whimpered and hiccupped in frustration.

The Hui Inkstone was quite heavy, and she would not touch the writing desk normally, but today she just turned around and the Hui Inkstone, which was worth thousands of gold, fell.

The more Zhihua thought about it, the sadder she became. He was immediately kicked out of the study by the second master, saying that she was clumsy and needed someone else to come in and take care of her.

Now that Sister Siqi has returned home, apart from her, there is only Shi Jin, a first-class maid.

Zhi Hua choked so hard that he held Shi Jin's hand and said, "Shi Jin, I know you have suffered a lot from the second master. Today, you will do it for me. Another day I will treat you to roasted chestnuts with sugar."

Shi Jin was a little reluctant, "Then...let's do it..."

After taking a few deep breaths, Shi Jin fell asleep this time. Knowing that he was not good at ordering tea, he filled a pot of the chilled sour plum soup and brought it to the second master.

Before leaving, she hesitated for a moment, then turned back to the ear room, picked up a box of bright lipstick, and took it with her.

When she reached the door of the study, a smile gradually appeared on her face, she took a deep breath, and then stepped across the tall mahogany threshold.

Qi Mojing glanced at her and saw a pair of green-bottomed embroidered flip-up shoes following the flowing skirt.

Shi Jin suppressed his pounding heart and approached Qi Mojing little by little, kneeling and supporting him on the corner of the desk. There was a sweetness in his voice, "Second Master, this servant brought you a pot of sour plum soup, but

Want to use some?"

Qi Mojing stared at the book and said nothing.

Shi Jin had no choice but to kneel and support himself by the desk, staring blankly at Qi Mojing's long knuckles turning the pages of the book.

Today, the second master changed the book. The cover is blue, with the words "Landscape Records of the Great Zhou Dynasty" written on it. On the opened pages, there are often some simple maps mixed with the text. Shi Jin's eyes are blank,

I just traced the lines on the map in my mind.

Qi Mojing couldn't stand it anymore. Being stared at so directly, he put his hand to his lips as if he was uncomfortable, and coughed lightly. Seeing that Shi Jin was still unconscious, he was about to speak,

I heard Qi Tianyi's voice coming from outside the door.

"Second uncle, my nephew has something to ask you for advice. Can you come in?"

Shi Jin quickly regained his composure, straightened up and stood aside with his eyebrows lowered.

Qi Mojing glanced at her lightly and then said, "Come in."

The study door was open for a while, and as soon as Qi Tianyi came in, he wanted to close the door.

Seeing Shi Jin standing aside with his arms folded, he couldn't help but be stunned for a moment.

Little did he know that Shi Jin was also fetching water from fifteen buckets in her heart - up and down. She just said something bad about the second master today, and the second master in the lotus pond heard it.

Could this person have come specifically to complain?

If that's the case, it's really a small thing...

Qi Tianyi didn't have that many twists and turns. He glanced at Shi Jin and wanted Shi Jin to go out so that he could have a few words with his second uncle.

But this girl was good at looking at her, her head was lowered, and she didn't even glance at him.

The corners of Qi Mojing's mouth almost twitched, and then she was too lazy to speak, "Shi Jin, please wait outside."

Only then did Shi Jin realize that it was inappropriate for him to stand here, so he hurriedly walked out of the study and closed the door with good intentions.

Seeing that the vermilion door was closed, Qi Tianyi found a rose chair by the east wall and sat down, and asked, "Second uncle, do you have some friendship with Kang Guangwen, a Hanlin scholar?"

Qi Mojing poured a bowl of sour plum soup and took a sip. The sweet and sour taste made him frown, "Didn't your father often go out drinking with him?"

"Isn't this for my sister's marriage? My father is very happy to facilitate it, but my mother is a little worried when she heard that Mrs. Zhang has taken two beautiful concubines to Kang Wenxiu." Qi Tianyi is a man after all, although he feels distressed.

My sister, but this kind of thing is not worth taking seriously.

However, to be on the safe side, he still wanted to listen to his second uncle's opinion.

"Kang Guangwen has always been close to the eldest prince. Although our prince's family is indifferent and insignificant to the court situation, if the marriage is successful, some people will look at him." Qi Mojing drooped his eyelashes, dipped his fingers in water, and

Draw two horizontal lines on the desk.

Qi Tianyi couldn't help but frowned when he saw the movements of his second uncle's hands, "You also said that our mansion is deserted, so those two..." He paused, and then said, "I guess you won't take it to heart?

"

"Kang Guangwen doesn't have that weight. Kang Wenxiu is also a good character. As far as I know, that Zhang family has a son named Kang Shicheng, right? What kind of person does my nephew think he is?" Qi Mojing asked.

Qi Tianyi's expression changed a few times, and then he stood up and held his hands, "Yi'er understands."

Qi Mojing said nothing, and Qi Tianyi quietly exited the study.

There was still light in the sky, which penetrated through the window lattice and reflected on Qi Mojing's face, casting mottled shadows.

Qi Mojing closed his eyes. In his last life, he also felt that Kang Shicheng could not hold up the wall with mud and was a good-for-nothing young man with all the five poisons in Haojing.

But such a young master, and his subordinates, not only opened the city gates, but also killed his father and mother, and welcomed General Weiyuan into the city. For a time, the whole Haojing was like a purgatory, and it was closely related to the eldest prince's palace.

The Marquis of Jing'an also became a dead soul under the sword...

As if remembering something like a nightmare, Qi Mojing's fingers turned white a little bit and gradually closed them up, and a cold and bloodthirsty chill filled her whole body.

Just at this moment, the door to the study room creaked open, and along with the creak came Shi Jin's confused question, "Why doesn't the second master hold the lamp?"

Shi Jin fumbled with the fire fold and was about to light the wick in the bronze lantern of the palace-dressed beauty. The next second, a slightly cold hand pinched Shi Jin's slender wrist holding the fire fold through the cuff of his sleeve.

The two of them were getting closer, and Shi Jin felt that Qi Mojing's eyes were as quiet as a wolf, staring at her, which made her scalp numb.

However, Shi Jin was too frightened to say anything and just stared at him blankly.

There was a faint fear in her eyes, but she forced herself to remain calm, reflecting Qi Mojing's appearance at this time.

The fire fold fell to the ground with scattered flames, and the red light flashed and returned to darkness.

"Ha..." Qi Mojing's hot breath sprayed on Shi Jin's face, and Shi Jin's body trembled silently...

The next second, the iron-like hand retracted.

"Hold the lamp." In the darkness, it was Qi Mojing's cold voice that could not distinguish between joy and anger.

Shi Jin gasped for a long time, then picked up the fire stick with trembling hands, blew it a few times, and the flames started to flicker.


Chapter completed!