The sound of the door creaking could be heard from the penthouse next door. It was Zhi Hua who went out to take a look.

Shi Jin's mouth was faster than his brain. He took a breath and blew out a candle, pretending to be asleep.

Qi Mojing, who was stepping into the backyard outside, caught sight of the extinguished candle, and his face turned dark.

As soon as Zhihua approached him, she felt that the second master's expression was wrong. She couldn't help but cast a questioning look at Shi Mo behind her, who was also confused.

"Will the Second Master rest in the main room or the study tonight?" Zhi Hua took the coat from Shi Mo's hand attentively and followed Qi Mojing all the way forward.

After Qi Mojing's feet paused briefly near the main room, he turned and walked towards the study room in the west wing.

He strode forward, and he was so fast that he almost couldn't keep up with Hua. However, the words coming out of his mouth were full of chills, "The maid my mother gave me is so blind? She doesn't even have any rules?"

What he said was calm and calm, but it was awe-inspiring for Shi Jin in the ear room to hear it.

Shi Jin's heart suddenly became even more tormented, and he could neither go out nor enter.

Zhihua, on the other hand, followed Qi Mojing all the way and explained, "It's my fault. I thought Shi Jin was on duty yesterday, so I replaced her today."

"Night watch?" Qi Mojing's words rolled on the tip of his tongue, he chuckled softly, and said no more.

Sleeping so deeply is also called a night watch?

Listening to the sound of footsteps disappearing, Shi Jin hurriedly pulled his hair back casually, then ran to the tea room next to the ear room, brought a pot of water, and soaked the Jasper Peach Blossom that Si Qi had told his second master to drink.

A pot, then carrying the tray for tea, he walked towards the study.

The lights in the study were dimly lit at this moment, and Izhi Hua was standing on the steps outside the study, wringing his hands.

Seeing Shi Jin coming over the moon, Zhi Hua felt a little embarrassed and whispered to her, "What's wrong with you? I promised you that I would be on duty all night, but I bother you to make another trip."

Shi Jin was the one who should be apologetic. The second master Gang's words were obviously meant for him, but he was disappointed when he learned that the painting was in trouble.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but have a slight smile on her face, "I'm here to bring tea to the second master."

While the two were chattering, Qi Mojing inside raised her voice and asked, "Who is outside? The noise is disturbing."

Shi Jin gave Zhi Hua a comforting look and asked her to go back first, then stretched out her left hand and knocked on the door, "Second Master, this servant is here to serve you tea."

There was silence in the room for a moment, and finally he said, "Come in."

When Shi Jin entered the study room for the first time, he saw various classics on the large mahogany bookcases lined up against the wall. The books were listed in volumes, which made him dazzled.

On the north side of the study room, there is a low couch in front of the green-covered gauze window. In front of the couch is a half-person-high rectangular ink-lacquered flat-headed writing desk, with a palace-style bronze lantern for a beauty on it. The light shines directly on the person who is kneeling in front of the desk and immersed in reading.

On Mr. Qi’s body.

Shi Jin couldn't help but swallowed, and boldly took two steps forward, and stopped three steps away from the second master. He raised the tray in his hand and said a word of apology, "I just finished taking a bath.

Then I heard that I was back. Well, as soon as I heard that I was back, my servant didn’t even have time to wring her hair out, so she hurriedly made tea for the second master.”

Hearing what Shi Jin said, Qi Mojing took out his book from the book as a compliment and glanced at her casually.

At this time, Shi Jin's hair was a little messy, with the ends half dry and loosely held back by an ebony hairpin, hanging down the back of his head.

She was wearing a light green summer shirt that was often worn by the maids of the Hou Mansion. It was very thin and ironed. Perhaps it was because Shi Jin had just taken a bath. The summer shirt was a little close-fitting, and a few drops of water on the ends of the hair on her neck slid down her chest.

It dripped all the way down, dyeing the tender green a little darker.

Qi Mojing's eyes couldn't help but darken, and her little finger while turning the book subconsciously rubbed the pages, and then she lowered her head to study the "Art of War" by Sun Tzu.

There was a sudden silence in the study, except for the ticking sound of the copper kettle, which was indistinguishable from joy to anger.

Shi Jin couldn't figure out what Second Master Qi meant, so he just stood there holding the tray with both hands.

As time went by, her arms began to tremble a little. Just as she was thinking about how to break the silence and put down the tea, Mr. Qi finally spoke as if he was pardoned, "How can I drink tea when you are standing so far away?"

Shi Jin's face suddenly filled with joy, he placed the tray against the edge of the desk, then raised a cup of tea and handed it to Qi Mojing, "Sister Siqi said, the second master likes the fragrance of jasper the most, so it is the special

I specially helped the second master to pick him up."

Qi Mojing's eyes passed over Shi Jin's white and tender fingertips, scanning the Ru kiln white porcelain bowl in her hand, and reached out to take it.

Shi Jin was startled and quickly put the tea bowl next to Qi Mojing's hand.

She remembered that Mr. Qi hated being in contact with women the most. If she was not careful, she might be kicked out of the house.

Shi Jin, who was secretly glad that he was a smart guy, naturally didn't notice Qi Mojing's gloomy expression.

It's one thing not to like being touched by others, but it's another thing entirely if you're rejected by others.

Qi Mojing took a sip of tea with a dark face, and immediately her face became darker, "Jasper is fragrant, do you know how precious this tea is?"

Shi Jin shook his head, looking like he was willing to be taught.

Qi Mojing closed her eyes for a moment to ease the ups and downs in her chest, then opened her eyes again and said in a calm tone, "Jasper is fragrant, also known as Tibetan Blue in the Snow. This tea is bright and clear, but has white edges. It is only found in Mu and Zhou.

There is such a tree at the border of the two countries. The two countries have fought many wars because of this tea tree, so when foreigners pay tribute, the royal family can get only a few kilograms of tea. If it were put on the market, it would be hard to get even ten thousand gold."

Shi Jin's mouth couldn't help but open slightly, and he was almost speechless in shock.

Her brother needs money to treat his illness, and these luxuries, as well as a tael of tea, can keep her and her brother fed and clothed throughout their lives.

Before this, she would not have felt this deeply even if it was a beautiful mansion with carved beams and painted beams. But what Mr. Qi said made her hands tremble.

"So," Qi Mojing glanced at her fingers coolly, "from now on, don't waste tea leaves."

These words were straightforward and heart-wrenching, but Shi Jin couldn't argue with them.

She couldn't help but lower her head in frustration and softly said "yes".

Perhaps because he had educated his ignorant little maid, Mr. Qi was in a good mood, and even his voice was a little happy, "Momo."

This is how I got interested in painting.

Shi Jin was afraid that his wide sleeves would be stained with ink, so he unconsciously felt that his left hand was holding the sleeve of his right hand, gently and slowly rubbing the ink.

The beautiful woman under the lamp, with her bright wrist slightly raised, is quite in line with the beautiful saying of a scholar's red sleeves adding fragrance. However, the second master Qi is ignorant. He only holds a medium-sized hairpin and outlines the shape bit by bit on the rice paper.

At first, Shi Jin couldn't tell what Mr. Qi was painting. It was only after she smudged the paint over and over again that she realized that this wasn't the rockery in the yard?

The strange rocks are jagged and towering, and the artistic conception is quite impressive.

Just when Shi Jin was about to sigh, he saw an embroidered shoe painted on the concave and convex part of the rockery.

Um……

"It's weird." Shi Jin held back these words for a long time.

Mr. Qi raised his eyes and looked at her, his eyes lingering on her lips.

"The cinnabar is gone." He suddenly said this.


Chapter completed!