Mei Fei Shi Wu, Wang Ye, don't come here

Chapter 281 Chapter 285

The deep valley has gradually taken on a sense of winter, and some of the previously green leaves can no longer withstand the cooling weather, and they have changed into withered and yellow attire.

In order to alleviate the guilt in her heart and repay Long Xingyun for saving her life, Nangong Yingxin, the second lady of Nangong Mansion, took the initiative to ask to take care of the owner of Longyun Villa until he recovered, so the woman lived in the courtyard where Long Xingyun lived alone. middle.It is said that during that time Nangong Yingxin was mainly in charge of the daily life of the owner of Longyun Villa, but whether this is the case remains to be seen.

"Miss Nangong, this is the lunch that the young master asked his servants to deliver." Outside the door, a group of maids lined up carrying food came in one by one, and neatly placed the food on the table.

Nangong Yingxin sat on a chair not far away, glanced at the things in front of the dining table, and there was no trace of joy on his face that he could eat.

"Where's your master?" Nangong Yingxin raised his eyes to look at the leading maid.

The leading maid turned around to look at the woman in the orchid dress, and bowed slightly: "Go back to Nangong girl, my son is in the study."

"Study? That means he hasn't had lunch yet?" The injury on his foot is still the same, so although Nangong Yingxin lives in Long Xingyun's small courtyard for the past two days, he can't go anywhere. In fact, it is the same as before , It is purely a place to recuperate.

Nangong Yingxin looked up at the sky outside the window: "It's time, isn't he hungry?"

"At this hour, the young master is still practicing calligraphy. The servants did not dare to send it in without the young master's order." The leading maid was respectful and polite, listening to Nangong Yingxin's words, with a faint smile on her lips, "But Baiying is in charge. I told the servants before that even if the young master has not eaten yet, Miss Nangong can't be negligent, so, Miss Nangong, you can have lunch first. We have already prepared for the young master's side." The maid misunderstood Nangong Yingxin's words Meaning, thinking that Long Xingyun didn't eat, so she couldn't eat first, and explained with a smile.

"But I don't want to eat alone, it's so boring to eat alone." Nangong Yingxin listened to the maid's explanation and muttered in a low voice.

As the breeze blew in, Nangong Yingxin recalled what the maid said just now, a slight smile rose from the corner of her mouth, and there was a bit of cunning in her eyes.

Those maids put all the lunch on the table, and were sent away by Nangong Yingxin.

Although Long Xingyun is the owner of Longyun Villa, there are not many maids in the residence.They just went to the yard to clean things at designated times, and they didn't take care of them.

After sending all the maids away, Nangong Yingxin walked cautiously towards Long Xingyun's study with his foot that had not fully recovered.

The door of the study room was open, and the windows were also open. The breeze carried the chill of early winter, blowing directly into the room, flipping the books on the table.

Nangong Yingxin walked cautiously to the door, leaned against the door, poked his head out to look at the man in the room who was concentrating on practicing calligraphy.

Long Xingyun was dressed in dark gray brocade clothes today, the color was inconspicuous, with a hint of elegance and leisure.Qingsi stood in front of her eyebrows, holding a jade tube in her hand, with each stroke, her movements were smooth but heroic.

"It looks like a Lianjiazi." Nangong Yingxin glanced at the man in the study and muttered softly.

Although Nangong Yingxin grew up in the school of generals, both Nangong Zhen and Nangong Chen only loved to dance knives and not ink, but her mother, Xu Suniang, was good at calligraphy and painting, so when her mother was alive, Nangong Yingxin couldn't help being influenced by it.

The cool breeze brings a faint fragrance of ink, which makes people feel refreshed.

The dark gray brocade-clothed man in the room practiced earnestly, and he didn't realize that someone outside the door was observing him.

Holding the jade tube in his hand, Long Xingyun frowned slightly as he looked at the writing on the table, as if he was not satisfied with the work in front of him, so he replaced the rice paper and picked up the pen again.

It is said that a serious man is the most charming, and the scene in front of him is a pleasing picture of a handsome man. Nangong Yingxin took the man's every move into his eyes.An inexplicable sense of familiarity arises spontaneously, but more of a sense of curiosity.

Although Long Xingyun was a merchant, he didn't have much merchant aura about him.In fact, it is not surprising that merchants are good at martial arts in Donglu, and it is understandable to learn martial arts since childhood for self-protection.Nangong Yingxin used to think that Long Xingyun was not like a merchant at all, but more like a pampered son of a big family, but since he knew that he knew martial arts, he suddenly felt that Long Xingyun was more like a man in the world.

She had fought against Long Xingyun before, and although that person hadn't used his real skills against her at all, Nangong Yingxin was sure that that person's martial arts were not inferior to Ao Hanyi's.However, Long Xingyun didn't feel like an ordinary Jiang Hu person, with a bit of rigor and rigor in the army.

Before, he thought that that person was only good at martial arts, but seeing this scene now, Nangong Yingxin felt that Long Xingyun was not a simple person.He is capable of both literature and martial arts, what else can the man in front of him not know?
The injury on the foot has not healed yet, although it does not have the original redness and swelling, but it still hurts when walking, Nangong Yingxin leaned on the door frame with one foot, staring thoughtfully at the man in the room.

The breeze gently caressed the leaves outside the courtyard, and the wind chimes at the eaves rang crisply.

"Who is outside the door." Long Xingyun, who had been writing with his head down, suddenly raised his head and looked directly in the direction of the door.

"It's me." Nangong Yingxin, who was discovered by Long Xingyun, poked his head into the room and replied.

"Why are you here?" Hearing the familiar voice, Long Xingyun wasn't too surprised. He just glanced at the woman outside the door and looked her up and down. The look at the door.

"The maids said that you are still practicing calligraphy and didn't have lunch, so I want to come over and ask you to have lunch together." As he said, Nangong Yingxin naturally took a step into the house, but remembered the maid As I said before, I didn't dare to disturb Long Xingyun's handwriting practice, so I hesitated for a while, and finally put my feet back.

"Come in." Seeing that the woman in front of him had already stepped forward and then retracted, Long Xingyun unconsciously smiled, "Didn't you barge in without my permission last time?" Medicine? Why did you learn this time?"

"I want to enter, but I'm afraid that if I'm not careful, I'll hurt other people." Hearing Long Xingyun's "profound" words, Nangong Ying felt calm, pulled up the corner of her skirt, and walked into the study with one foot jump.

"Are you pleading for Hongtang?" Long Xingyun, who was just about to write, raised his head slightly, and looked at the woman who came to the desk just like that, "Or do you mean I just punished people indiscriminately?"

"I..." Before Nangong Yingxin finished speaking, Long Xingyun guessed her thoughts, making her afraid to continue.

"You don't have to worry about Hongtang's affairs, and don't meddle in them. My subordinates have my own opinions." Long Xingyun retracted his gaze, and the pen in his hand fell again, "Hongtang's temper is too impatient, no matter what happens in the future What a mess."

(End of this chapter)