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Chapter 4
In a few days it will be Mrs. Shen's birthday, Jiang Youzhi has to think of ways to make her happy.

At noon on the second day, Mrs. Shen's personal maid, Yan'er, came to deliver the clothes, and Jiang Youzhi stuffed a pearl hairpin into her hand.

Although Yan'er was smiling, the words in her mouth were: "Miss, this is impossible!"

Jiang Youzhi held her hand and said modestly: "Sister Yan'er, this is my wish, just accept it."

Only then did Yan'er accept the pearl hairpin: "Young lady, if you have something to say, you might as well just say it."

Only then did Jiang Youzhi say: "I just want to know what things the eldest lady likes on weekdays, or on her birthday, to make the old man happy."

Yan'er nodded knowingly: "Ma'am, I don't have any special hobbies on weekdays. My only interest is to collect pictures of plum blossoms. If you can put in some effort and draw one yourself, I will definitely be happy."

After Yan'er was sent away, Jiang Youzhi was a little discouraged, divination was okay, but although he had studied painting, he was not very good at it.

For three days in a row, Pei Xun disappeared, and Jiang Youzhi was bored in the room, painting plum blossoms, but he was not satisfied at all.

Mrs. Shen brought some cakes into the house: "Youzhi, this is the sweet-scented osmanthus cake I bought at Xiangfangzhai. It tastes sweet and sweet. You should try it too."

Jiang Youzhi saluted and said, "I've seen the eldest lady."

Mrs. Shen happily took her hand, but seeing blood blisters on her fingers, she asked with concern: "What's wrong?"

Jiang Youzhi hid her hands behind her back: "It's nothing."

Mrs. Shen saw the unfinished picture of plum blossoms on the case, Jiang Youzhi explained: "I wanted to give you the picture of plum blossoms on your birthday, so it seems that Youzhi's painting skills are poor, and I may not be able to do it."

Mrs. Shen looked at her lovingly, she liked this girl more and more, and said: "When it comes to this painting skill, Xun'er is pretty good, why don't you let him teach you."

Mrs. Shen arranged for her to study in Pei Xun's study after lunch every day. Of course Jiang Youzhi readily agreed, but she was worried that she would not be able to touch the wood.

At noon on the second day, Jiang Youzhi went to Pei Xun's study as scheduled.

She looked in carefully, only to hear a voice from inside: "Come in."

After she went in, she found that Pei Xun had already set up the paper and inkstone in front of the desk. Without even raising his eyes, he put down the brush in his hand: "Come and try."

Standing in front of the case, Jiang Youzhi picked up the paintbrush, and intentionally and clumsily drew a plum blossom that looked completely different. When Pei Xun saw it, his voice was very serious: "Even the posture of holding the brush is wrong."

Jiang Youzhi muttered to himself: "If I know how, I still need you..."

But turning her head slightly, she met Pei Xun's unfriendly eyes, and she smiled awkwardly: "Master, please continue."

After grinding for half an hour, Jiang Youzhi made no progress, but Pei Xun's face was getting darker and darker. He reluctantly grabbed her hand from behind her and took her to draw a plum blossom himself.

Jiang Youzhi looked at the plum blossoms on the paper, and his voice was full of surprise: "Master Pei, your painting skills are really superb!"

After repeating this back and forth several times, Pei Xun let go of her hand: "Try it yourself."

Jiang Youzhi carefully drew a flower on the paper, and looked at Pei Xun a little evasively after finishing it. Sure enough, his face was so dark that he dropped a sentence: "You can't teach a child!"

After speaking, he flicked his sleeves and walked towards the opposite side. Jiang Youzhi muttered softly, "Well, then I'll practice again."

In the evening, Jiang Youzhi came out of the study listlessly. This Pei Xun really regarded himself as an old master, and he didn't understand pity and pity at all!

But after walking a few steps, he saw a figure hiding in the gazebo, and Jiang Youzhi became playful in an instant.

Then he walked over quickly and enjoyed the night view in the gazebo. From the corner of his eye, he saw the light yellow dress at the corner, and a sly smile rose from the corner of his mouth.

She acted panicked, took out a small wooden box from her sleeve, looked around nervously, and threw the box into the garden not far away when she found no one there.

Then he tiptoed away.

Xu Yingying, who had been hiding behind, felt that what Jiang Youzhi threw must be something shameful, otherwise how could she be so panicked.

Immediately ran to the garden and began to search for it, but it was already dark and the garden was huge, so it was hard to find it.

She searched for a full hour, her body and face were covered with mud, and her arm was stabbed and scratched, but she didn't care about it at all, holding the box that she had finally found, and eagerly opened it.

But the moment he opened it, the white powder from the box sprayed out, and Xu Yingying unconsciously closed her eyes to avoid it.

After returning to the room, she hurriedly looked at herself in the bronze mirror, opened her eyes wide in astonishment, and saw horrible red marks on her cheeks on both sides.

There was a knock on the door of "dong dong dong".

Jiang Youzhi had been waiting for a long time, she got up and opened the door, only to see Xu Yingying was about to strangle her neck full of excitement.

Jiang Youzhi dodged sideways, grabbed her arm and pulled her forward, Xu Yingying immediately fell to the ground.

She looked at Jiang Youzhi resentfully: "Vicious witch! What kind of poison did you poison me!"

Jiang Youzhi smiled innocently: "I don't know where Miss Biao's so-called poisoning comes from?"

Xu Yingying suddenly got up angrily, raised her hand and was about to slap her down, but Jiang Youzhi stopped her halfway and threw her down heavily: "Save your strength, you are not my opponent."

She took a sip of tea calmly, and continued: "Little beauty, tomorrow, your handsome face will fester and then rot..."

When Xu Yingying heard this, she couldn't help but knelt down and grabbed Jiang Youzhi's leg while crying: "Miss Jiang, it's my mistake, I don't know Taishan, please let me go!"

Jiang Youzhi originally wanted to scare her, and there was no poison in the box, and the marks on her face would naturally disappear after three days.

Then she took Xu Yingying's hand, and praised: "The slender hand, the snow-white wrist is exposed, if one finger is missing, I'm afraid it's a pity."

Xu Yingying withdrew her hand violently and fell to the ground.

Jiang Youzhi suddenly smiled, very innocently, and when he had enough, he took out a small bottle and handed it to the shivering person on the ground: "One finger is the only way to change the antidote, it's my custom, but your finger, Just keep it for now."

Xu Yingying hurriedly took the antidote, got up and ran out.

Jiang Youzhi turned around and closed the door, it turned out to be a useless vase, it was extremely boring.

(End of this chapter)