Second Sister Nongmen has space

Chapter 439 Letters
It was a common occurrence for the two to quarrel. Cao Jing next to her carefully finished the last stroke, then carefully put down the pen, blew on the curly noodles, and waited for the ink to dry.

Jiang Wanru was still in a daze, Cao Jing poked her arm with a ruler: "You were suppressed by that idiot?"

Jiang Wanru came back to her senses: "The people in Rongguo's mansion are all ignorant, who cares about her!"

Cao Jing pursed her lips, and said calmly: "I heard that it is the Young Madam who asked us to write these words, and as long as the handwriting is neat, we are not allowed to use a brush... It can't be that the Young Madam is illiterate and wants to copy it!"

Jiang Wanru looked at her like she was looking at a monster: "How do you know that it is the young lady who wants to use the invitation card? Have you looked for it?"

Although they can walk freely now, they still haven't left the yurt these days.

It was too cold outside, and the few people didn't want to wear the dirty leather robes, so they could only hide in the yurt, waiting for the opportunity to show up again.

Cao Jing, like herself, has never been out of the house.

Cao Jing didn't answer Jiang Wanru's words, but just pointed to the paper she had written and said indifferently: "You just send this poem to the young lady, and let her copy this full of lovesickness?"

Jiang Wanru stroked her long hair, and said in a waned mood: "It is said that once you enter the palace gate, it is as deep as the sea, and this small tribe is also suffocating! Why can't I write poems to express my feelings!"

Cao Jing picked up her poem stick and threw it into the brazier: "If the young lady knows that you miss the young master every day, you will be annoyed...I advise you to burn it!"

Seeing that her poem was burned, Jiang Wanru rushed to save it. Where was it possible to find it? Only a few pieces of black ashes flew up, and her face flushed with anger: "Cao Jing, why are you crazy? I was sent by the empress dowager." , are you afraid that the girl from the military family will fail?"

Cao Jing said coldly: "I'm doing it for your own good! Aren't you afraid that the girl from the military household will secretly punish you?"

On the way, the girl from the military family never got close to them, and she never said a word when she arrived in the tribe, and she didn't even want the face of the wife of the wife.

Jiang Wanru's affection written on this piece of paper can be seen by anyone who is not a fool.

Jiang Wanru wasn't stupid either, she wasn't afraid, she just sat down angrily and didn't yell anymore.

Cao Jing said: "Nurse Xu said, let us not annoy the three masters, and follow them more. You'd better compose the copybook! After finishing a copybook, send it to the tent where the young lady lives. The young master will definitely praise you Considerate and kind!"

Jiang Wanru looked at her suspiciously and asked, "Then why don't you write?"

Cao Jing carefully put away the paper on which the ink had dried in her hand, and smiled faintly: "What I'm silent on is the book!"

"Book? What book?" Jiang Wanru stood up abruptly, wanting to grab the stack of papers.

How could Cao Jing let her touch the things she had written so hard, so she quickly pressed her down.

At this moment, Tang Qingluan, who was outside to watch the fun, suddenly ran in, shouting, "The young master is here!"

When she ran in, she hurriedly opened her makeup mirror, and called the little maid, Xiao Xia, to comb her hair and dress her.

After shouting a few times, I remembered that Xiaoxia and Nanny Xu went to the weaving room, so I could only grab the rouge and powder and smear them.

Now Madam Xu is no longer in charge of the three of them, but is holding on to those little maids. Except for coming back to take care of them in the morning and evening, they are working outside the rest of the time.

Jiang Wanru was taken aback, and hurried to the door, opened the curtain to look.

A few logs were placed on the open space in the distance. Zhao Tingduo came over at some point and was talking to several people.

Is this the young master's arrival?
Jiang Wanru turned her head to stare at Tang Qingluan, and said sarcastically, "I think you're out of your mind! From the moment there was wood there, the young master came every day, didn't you just know it, every day you showed it to someone in surprise .”

When the young master came, he couldn't stand for a few breaths every time, and he never left his side.

Every time Jiang Wanru and Tang Qingluan wanted to find a reason to go there, Cao Jing would say that Nanny Xu had warned them not to be impatient, to show the demeanor of a lady, and not to be like those sluts in brothels and Chuguan, who don't look like men.

After being told this, he was naturally embarrassed to show up.

Hearing that Jiang Wanru was laughing at him, Tang Qingluan ignored her and just painted his eyebrows.

Seeing that she didn't respond, Jiang Wanru was about to sarcastically say a few more words, when Cao Jing walked out the door without saying a word, and in her hand was a stack of written paper.

What does she want to do?
Under Jiang Wanru's shocked gaze, Cao Jing walked towards the group of people step by step. To be precise, it was the tall and handsome young man in the crowd.

At this time, Zhao Tingduo was talking to Lang Mu in the tribe,

Abu, who helped out, picked up the thick wood and turned it, so that the craftsman could use a square to measure the diameter of the tree, whether it was enough to meet the requirements of the drawings, and then mark it.

Several people around were busy, and saw a girl walking gracefully and gracefully.

She was wearing a light green thin jacket, and underneath was a long skirt sprinkled with flowers and powder. She lowered her head shyly and couldn't see her face clearly, only a thin neck and black hair temples could be seen.

In this whistling snow wind, the girl has a slender figure, like a green willow that has just sprung green. She was blown tremblingly, making people's hearts tremble, and everyone present couldn't help but Wrap the leather robe tightly around your body.

Zhao Tingduo didn't speak any more, just watched the funny scene indifferently, and only raised his eyebrows when he noticed a few pieces of paper in her hand.

Cao Jing walked up to Zhao Tingduo before raising her head, revealing a face that was so white that it was almost transparent, even the makeup looked like a layer of dust floating on it.

She resisted the shivering caused by the cold, blessed her body and said: "Young master, my servant Cao Jing wrote an article "Zijie" according to the order of the young lady, please pass it on to the young lady." Hand over the paper in your hand.

Zhao Tingduo frowned slightly. Hearing that it was Song Liyun's order, he still took the paper and looked down at it.

Although Cao Jing lowered her head, she still caught a glimpse of Zhao Tingduo's slender fingers touching the paper. Her face was still indifferent, but the corners of her mouth raised a slight arc.

Seeing the clear and beautiful handwriting, Zhao Tingduo nodded in praise: "Well written, thank you for your hard work!"

A gleam of joy appeared in Cao Jing's eyes. Before she could say anything, two staggered people rushed over and knocked her half-frozen, holding her words in her throat.

Tang Qingluan ran up to Zhao Tingduo like a gust of wind, stuffed a stack of papers into his hands, and snorted coquettishly: "Oh, I'm exhausted, young master, can you tell young lady, don't let slaves write in the future."

Zhao Tingduo took a step back and frowned slightly: "What can you do if you don't write?"

Tang Qingluan raised his face, puffed out his chest, and said proudly: "Young master, you don't know, I know a lot.

I used to have fun with my grandmother in the mansion, admiring flowers for fun, feeding fish and walking birds, kicking shuttlecocks and horseshoes, and the other sisters in the mansion couldn't compare to me. "

She was only fifteen or sixteen years old, with a pretty face. She didn't know whether she was excited or cold. At this time, two blushes flew up on her pink face.

When talking, the two braids on the sideburns kept trembling, and they were lively and cute.

Zhao Tingduo didn't look at her, but just snorted lightly: "Okay, you don't need to write anymore!"

Tang Qingluan immediately beamed with joy, and went straight to Zhao Tingduo: "Young Master, what should I do, just serve you and Young Madam!"

(End of this chapter)