After that day, Yanzhi went there every day to see if he died... Uh... he should be alive...

Yanzhi was very worried every day. He was too weak now, as if he could slap him to death with a light palm. Therefore, she would look at him carefully every day, for fear that the noise would be too loud.

It was not until he woke up that she felt slightly relieved and did not dare to look at him again, because she really didn't know how to face him...

She moved to Xie Qingfang's yard, and she lost the work her maid should do. She was idle every day like a master. She had dinner and basked in the sun to see Xie Qingfang. Now that he was awake, Yanzhi had no matter what she had to do, and her life became even more idle.

But when she was free, she would think about everything. Now when she closed her eyes, she would still remember the situation that day. She could clearly hear his breathing in his ears and his unpleasant voice. She suddenly felt stuffy in her chest. It was ridiculous that she and her disciples did such a miserable thing that was contrary to human ethics!

She still can't understand why he suddenly did this. Could it be that she was annoyed that she wrote a letter on behalf of Ding Louyan, making him feel teased?

When Yanzhi was puzzled, Xie Lan came and stood at the entrance of the yard, and said to her with a wooden face: "Yanzhi, the young master asked you to go to the study."

Yanzhi felt a trembling heart when she heard this. Why... why did she still look for her? He has just raised her and was able to find trouble for someone?

When she thought of going to see him, Yanzhi felt uncomfortable all over. She hesitated for a while before following Xie Lan to the study.

It was the first time she had been to the second room for so long that she came to the study room. She stood at the door for almost a moment but still didn't dare to step in. She really couldn't face Xie Qing's side now.

Xie Lan stood aside and stared at him, urging in a low voice: "Go in quickly, why are you doing standing? You won't eat you!" Yanzhi glanced at him and said with her back and said without any pain. He didn't go there and talk to Xie Qingban and just talked sarcasticly!

Yanzhi thought about it and pushed the door open. The study room was spacious and bright. As soon as she stepped in, the ink fragrance came to her face. The study room was open on both sides, and the window that was only close to the lake was open. The wind outside blew from the lake, bringing the breath of water to make people slightly awake.

Yanzhi slowly stepped in and saw Xie Qingshang sitting in front of the desk and holding the book. She looked like nothing was wrong. She was wearing a simple ink robe, and the white underwear inside was slightly exposed at the collar, looking clean and refreshing.

Yanzhi paused there slightly, and when she looked at him, she was suddenly at a loss, and her face turned red inexplicably.

Xie Qingban heard the movement and looked up at her slightly. Yanzhi suddenly became slightly stiff. Until he couldn't stand his scrutiny, he walked towards him, stood silently in front of the desk, and then he withdrew his eyes and looked at the book in his hand. After a moment, he ordered lightly: "Gyrin ink."

Seeing that he looked as if nothing happened, Yanzhi was less uncomfortable. She tried her best to calm down, walked to the desk and stretched out her trembling hand. She looked at the bed of Hetian Qingyu ink, which was two fingers wide and three inches long on the desk. She picked up the ink ingot and placed it in the ink hall to grind it in circles.

Grinding ink is a very laborious task. You have to grind it in one direction for a long time. If your heart cannot calm down and your hands lose their strength and grind it randomly, the grinded ink must be thick and uneven.

Yanzhi was shaking her hands now, and she knew that she couldn't get any good ink.

She was very uncomfortable living in the same room with him. Yanzhi could feel the clear breath of his body slowly surrounding her, making her think of all the things that happened that day, which really made her not know what to do.

After she finally grind the ink, Yanzhi first rubbed her hands and neck before putting the ink ingot back on the grinder.

Xie Qingban, who had been like a decoration, said without even leaving Shu: "Did I stop?" After a while, he slowly raised his eyes to her.

Yanzhi looked at him in surprise when he heard this. He lowered his eyelashes and looked at the ink ink in the inkstone hall casually, and said lightly: "Re-grind."

Yanzhi's mind was slightly blank after hearing this for a moment. She lowered her eyes and looked at the ink in the ink hall. It was indeed not well ground, but after all, she had been ground for so long, can't she just use it?

Xie Qing saw her reluctance and suddenly said calmly: "Why... you don't understand?"

Yanzhi suddenly heard the displeasure in his words, and felt a little panicked. Now she was pinching her palm. If she was not satisfied, she still didn't know what to suffer. Yanzhi thought about it and said, "No, the second young master, the ink in the inkstone hall is full. I am thinking of a way to get the ink~"

After hearing this, Xie Qing lowered his eyes and said nothing. Yanzhi felt panic in fear that he would think of some evil tricks, so he softened his throat and called out softly, "Second Young Master?"

Xie Qing looked up at her, put down the book in his hand and stood up. When Yanzhi saw him coming, he lowered his head and dared not look at him again. He stood beside her. Yanzhi felt a shadow covering her. The dark black clothes in the afterglow were all his nose. The faint clear breath on his body was smelling, and he became more and more at a loss.

He stood and looked at Yanzhi for a while, suddenly leaned over and said softly in her ear: "Your letters are so pleasing to write, how could you not even grind the ink well?" His warm breathing sprayed into Yanzhi's ears, his tone was ambiguous, but his words were filled with displeasure. Yanzhi's eyelashes trembled hard when he heard this, and he didn't dare to answer for a while.

Xie Qing's eyes fell on her slightly trembling eyelashes, and then she circulated on her body for a few more times before she quietly retracted her gaze and walked outward. When she came back, she had a blue and white porcelain cup in her hand. He slowly walked to the desk and stretched out his fair white and slender hand to hold the ink ink, lowered his eyes and poured the ink ink into the cup, and put the ink back on the desk.

He was not feeling a little uncomfortable with his injuries. He reached out to cover his lips and coughed a few times before looking up at Yanzhi standing next to the desk. His words did not contain any emotion and said indifferently: "Continue."

Yanzhi quickly lowered his eyes and continued to grind the ink quietly, but unexpectedly he asked her to grind it for half a day. In the evening, Xie Qingban called to stop, and Yanzhi's right hand was so sore that it could not be lifted.

Yanzhi didn't expect that this was just the beginning. Since then, Xie Qingban asked her to grind ink every day. She got down all day long. Yanzhi's hands and neck were swollen. She felt that if she continued like this, she would be useless sooner or later. She would beat her to death when she woke up in the morning and didn't want to go again.

When Xie Lan came to call, Yanzhi pretended to be almost broken, and she whined at the door and couldn't go. Xie Lan believed it and hurried back to Xie Qingfang. Yanzhi waited for a while, but when she saw that Xie Lan had not come back, she breathed a sigh of relief. Finally, she no longer had to grind the ink at Xie Qingfang. She had been grinding the ink these days and was so tired.

Xie Qingfang is really a difficult person to serve. This torture method makes her life worse than death. She really doesn't want to do such boring work as grinding ink. She would rather go to the big room to be a maid than grinding ink all day long!

Yanzhi was so tired that he crawled back to the bed. After sleeping for a while, he woke up and saw Xie Qingban sitting beside her bed and looking at her. It seemed that after watching for a while, he didn't move when he woke up, but only looked at her with an unpredictable expression. Yanzhi's heart was so thrilling that she hugged her quilt and sat up.

Xie Qing looked up at her side, and then said indifferently for a while: "Show me your hand."

Yanzhi lowered her eyes and looked at the porcelain white medicine wine in his hand, and was quite hesitant.

Xie Qing waited for a while, as if he had lost patience. His eyes became more and more indifferent when he looked at her. Yanzhi panicked when he got into his eyes. He quickly stretched out his hand from the quilt and handed his hand to him tremblingly. His hand was slender and white, but his wrist was red and swollen, but it was still a thousand miles away from the break of his hand.

Yanzhi looked at him with fear and raised his hand and held her palm, turning it over and carefully. He looked very seriously, his eyelashes drooped and cast a shadow, looking more humble and polite, showing off his gentle and gentle appearance, but somehow he did such shameless things to her?

Yanzhi didn't dare to look at him anymore and just lowered her eyes to look at his hand. She was fair and slender, with clear knuckles, perfectly impeccable. She was clearly clean and without any emotion to hold her, but she became more and more ashamed. She didn't know how arrogant his hand was that day.

Yanzhi was almost tortured crazy. When she saw him, she automatically thought about something that was not there. She didn't want to touch him for a moment. She shrank her hand slightly, and he held her hand to prevent her from moving. She closed her eyebrows and looked at her slightly. Yanzhi quickly became so calm that she didn't move. She was really afraid of him.

Seeing that she was content, Xie Qing retracted her gaze, put her hand down, picked up the medicinal wine and poured it on the palm of her hand, and then picked up her hand, rubbed it on her wrist. His hand was really not light at all. Her wrist was as thin as a toothpick, and he still used such force, only pressing the ground rouge and tearful eyes.

She looked at Xie Qing with serious eyes down, and a sense of hostility rose in her eyes. This was like cutting flesh with a dull knife. This evil devil was probably intentional. Is it because I wanted to torture her to death in the second room like this?

The author has something to say: Yanzhi: "Your injury has not healed yet, so why should I do it for nothing?"

Xie Qingfang: "There is no reason why I suffer alone, but you are basking in the sun."

rouge:"……"

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Regarding supporting roles, you have a thorough analysis and are also very correct. There is another thing I am afraid that the supporting role will be written and the length will not be collected at once. I will pay more attention to this aspect next, hahaha

As a ghost, rouge has been immersed in aristocratic families for many years. In fact, some moral values ​​are influenced by aristocratic families. It can be said that they have been deeply rooted invisibly. In fact, Xie Qingfang can take his time. As soon as he came up... You said that girl would not scare this pervert..."

Xie Qingfang: "Haha."

Danqingshou: "…………Which bastard dares to arrange the second young master behind his back? I will fight ten of them one by one!"
Chapter completed!