Did Miss become a nun today?

Xie Yun Chu returned to the Marquis's residence and asked the servants, "Has my eldest cousin returned?"

"Reporting to Miss, I'm back. I just went in a quarter of an hour ago."

She carried the newly bought pastries to Songheyuan.

Guan Yun had just brought out the water when she saw her and immediately came forward to greet her, "Greetings, Miss. Are you here to see the young master?"

She nodded. "Is my cousin busy?"

"No rush, no rush." ​​Guan Yun raised her voice slightly and looked into the room. "Miss, please come in."

She thanked them and went up to knock on the door.

"Enter."

She pushed open the door and saw a person standing in front of the bookshelf, his coat off, collar slightly open, and hair loose, looking somewhat lazy.

She paused, lowered her head, and said, "I'm sorry to have bothered you, cousin."

Whether intentionally or unintentionally, the man opened his collar a little wider as he picked up the book, but his voice was clear and gentle, "It's alright. Did you come to see me at this hour because you need something?"

She handed the pastries to Guanyun, saying, "I have something to tell you."

"Please sit down, don't be so formal."

Pei Changyu put the book he was holding back on the shelf. "What did my cousin want to see me about?"

Xie Yun Chu considered how to begin, and finally asked, "Does my cousin have any connection with General Wei Zhao?"

"Are you looking for him?"

She told him what Chen Yan had said that day, "I suspect there's something fishy about this. I wanted to talk to General Wei, but he's in the military camp, so I couldn't go to him. That's why I came to ask my cousin for help."

Pei Changyu held the pastries she had brought and asked casually, "Does my cousin know Wei Zhao?"

"We had met a few times before. He helped me at Qingyun Nunnery, and I owe him a favor."

"What favor do you owe me that you're so concerned about?"

She didn't hide anything and told him about Qingyun Nunnery, but she hesitated to tell him about the assassins who came to kill her in the middle of the night.

After much deliberation, I didn't dare to speak.

Pei Changyu stared at her, his expression unreadable. "My cousin came to me for the first time, and it was for another man."

Xie Yunchu's heart skipped a beat, not understanding why he asked that question.

Could it be that she is a member of the Marquis's household and is now asking him for help for an outsider, and is afraid that it will ruin her reputation if word gets out?

Now that she lives in the Marquis's mansion, she must abide by the rules of the mansion. It is her fault for having private contact with men outside the mansion.

"Cousin, I am not familiar with General Wei. Don't worry, I have not done anything to damage the reputation of the Marquis's mansion."

Pei Changyu suddenly laughed, "I was just asking casually, why are you so nervous, cousin?"

"I understand what you're saying. I will send someone to inform General Wei."

"Thank you, cousin."

"How will you thank me?"

"Huh?" Xie Yunchu was taken aback by his question.

"My cousin has been thanking me a lot lately, but is it just empty words?"

Oh, you think she doesn't make any real contributions?

"Whatever my cousin wants, I can make it happen."

Pei Changyu's eyes flickered. "Really?"

"nature."

"In that case, starting tomorrow, you will come and help me study and practice calligraphy."

"Practice...practice calligraphy?"

"My cousin doesn't want to?"

It's because they don't want to.

Although her handwriting is not good, she doesn't show it to others. She can recognize it herself, so why does she need to practice writing?

If she had known, she should have told her aunt that she would stay at Qingyun Nunnery for a few more days.

She lowered her head, pouted, and couldn't help rolling her eyes. She knew her older cousin wouldn't let her off the hook!

The answer is always regret; she shouldn't have come.

"Yes, I'll do whatever my older cousin says."

He was fine when he came, but he looked completely listless when he came out.

"Miss, what's wrong? Did the young master make things difficult for you?" Lan Yue asked hurriedly.

She wanted to shake her head, but then she thought about it and realized that making her practice calligraphy would be making things difficult for her.

Sigh, with her aunt in front and her cousin behind, she dared not offend either of them.

That's so frustrating.

The next day, she went to Songheyuan reluctantly. Fortunately, her cousin was busy with official business and wouldn't keep an eye on her all the time, so she still had time to slack off.

"Don't you like writing?" my cousin suddenly asked.

Can't you tell if someone likes it or not?

Just a few days ago she thought her older cousin was easy to get along with, but she spoke too soon.

"You don't like writing? How about I teach you to draw?"

She chuckled dryly a few times. "Big cousin, please don't make things difficult for me. How would I know how to paint?"

Let her off the hook; she's really not cut out for this.

Buddhist scriptures, her Buddhist scriptures...

Pei Changyu laughed out loud. He was already handsome, but his smile made him even more alluring.

Who would have thought that someone with such a face is actually an old-fashioned person?

"Cousin, is there nothing else you need me to do?"

The person in front of the desk thought about it for a moment and said, "If you put it that way, there really is such a thing."

Her eyes lit up. "As long as it's there, it's fine, as long as I don't have to practice calligraphy or painting."

A short while later, Guanyun brought over a sewing basket.

"Since you don't want to practice calligraphy, then cousin, why don't you embroider a purse?" Pei Changyu said.

Xie Yun Chu: "..."

I understand now. The more she dislikes something, the more she makes her do it. I suspect it's intentional.

"Cousin, my embroidery is not good."

"It's alright, I like everything my cousin embroidered."

Xie Yun Chu was stunned, and then Pei Chang Yu said again, "I remember my cousin embroidered one for Chang Feng a few years ago."

"Yes."

That was for Pei Changfeng's birthday. She spent several days and nights embroidering it, ruining several pieces because she was never satisfied with them. She started embroidering it a month in advance and finally finished it the day before his birthday.

Pei Changfeng disliked her embroidery because it was ugly and didn't want to wear it. It was only after she pleaded with him that he kept the sachet.

My older cousin actually wanted that ugly purse?

What kind of taste?

Does he want everything his younger brother has?

So old-fashioned and steady, why bother with this?

Okay then.

He asked her to embroider this, and now he'll complain that her embroidery isn't good enough...

There doesn't seem to be much that can be done; we can only endure it.

And so, this strange scene unfolded in the study.

Pei Changyu sat at his desk looking at folded paper, occasionally writing and drawing. Not far away, Xie Yunchu sat on a low couch, sewing a purse with needle and thread.

Guan Yun cautiously peeked inside from outside the door and smiled to herself.

He said that Miss Biao and his young master were a match made in heaven. Look how well they match when they sit together.

In the past, Miss Biao and the Second Young Master would start arguing within fifteen minutes of each other being together, but with the Eldest Young Master, they were truly in perfect harmony.

Pei Changyu closed a book, looked up, and saw the girl sitting sideways by the window, her eyes lowered, her nose delicate, her lips slightly pursed, a wisp of hair falling on her cheek, her fingertips never stopping.

Her focused profile, with its porcelain-white and delicate features, is indeed more captivating than any landscape painting.

Xie Yun Chu hadn't done needlework in a long time, but today's purse embroidery went smoothly. Why was it so difficult when she embroidered it for her second cousin before? It made her suffer so much.

However, I'm still not familiar with it. I'll have to ask Lan Yue when I get back today.

I sat in Songheyuan for half a day, and I hadn't even finished half of the embroidery on the purse.

We had lunch at Songheyuan and took a walk in the courtyard with my older cousin.

I glanced at my older cousin beside me and felt more and more proud of myself. Before, I couldn't even walk with him like this, and I would stutter when I spoke.

Actually, my cousin is really great. Whoever marries him in the future will be very lucky.

The only thing they're fixated on is making her practice calligraphy. When will they change that?

She also thought about practicing calligraphy so that it wouldn't be so shameful to copy scriptures at Qingyun Temple in the future.

But for some reason, I'm clumsy with my hands; I just can't do anything that requires my hands well.

Fortunately, she has set a goal for herself: farming and bookkeeping. Her handwriting is not good... but that shouldn't matter, as long as it's legible.

Thinking of this, she sighed inwardly, wondering when she would be able to go to Qingyun Nunnery.