The Marquis's line has ended? The pregnant maid is pregnant again!

"Not yet, keep copying."

Lu Jihan examined the Xuan paper carefully and came to a conclusion.

Shen Qinghe glanced at him and saw that he was looking at the Xuan paper calmly and seriously, not at her. She turned away, almost frozen.

Excellent, excellent, truly worthy of being a military general.

She'd already given him that hint, and all she got in return was, "Keep copying, okay?" It was like casting a flirtatious glance at a blind man.

No wonder he couldn't have the one he loved!

She remembered that Miss Biao was a talented woman renowned in Chang'an for her skills in music, chess, calligraphy, and painting. Lu Jihan was an upright and unyielding military general who was completely oblivious to romance; it would be strange if he could win her favor.

It's alright, she still has a plan. Shen Qinghe comforted herself.

The two fell silent, and the entire Yuhe Hall became quiet and serene.

The sandalwood incense rose slowly from the central gilded kylin incense burner, swirling and dispersing into the air.

The grayish-white incense smoke lingered, like the thoughts in people's hearts, winding and turning, gathering and dispersing.

Lu Jihan didn't move, and stood behind her without leaving, but there was always a distance between them.

His gaze fell on her lowered eyes and brows. The candlelight cast a small shadow under her eyelashes, like the wings of a butterfly, trembling slightly.

She didn't speak, seemingly continuing to copy Buddhist scriptures on her own, as if she wasn't paying any attention to him at all.

Lu Jihan couldn't help but put on a stern face, "You've been quite well-behaved today."

The voice was kept very low, so low that only two people could hear it.

This means she didn't go to deliver food and try to win his favor today!

"The young lord said that this is not allowed to be used to curry favor. This servant will remember it." Shen Qinghe's gaze remained fixed on the Xuan paper from beginning to end, and she did not share it with him.

She leaned forward slightly, creating a small distance between them. The movement was very light, but it made Lu Jihan narrow his eyes.

Is this girl avoiding him?

Have you been avoiding him?

Shen Qinghe keenly sensed that the atmosphere was a bit off. She suppressed the urge to smile and asked, "Has the young marquis eaten yet?"

"Hmm." Lu Jihan didn't move and responded.

"How was the taste? Did the young marquis like it?"

Shen Qinghe asked the question, but her hands didn't stop moving.

Lu Jihan had never seen her like this before. If it were any of his wives or concubines, they would have wanted to stick to him like glue at this time, trying every possible way to get close to him.

Why does she seem to want to stay as far away as possible?

Lu Jihan snorted coldly: "So-so."

Shen Qinghe had her back to him and didn't believe his words. She almost burst out laughing. If it were really just so-so, he would have sent someone to stop the old lady from eating what she made.

How could he possibly come here on his own?

Tsk, some people are all talk and no action.

Shen Qinghe struggled to suppress her laughter, finally turning around and looking at him with some sadness: "This servant's cooking is not good, I'm sorry for the trouble, young marquis. Please punish me, young marquis."

One sentence was enough to silence Lu Jihan.

Lu Jihan's Adam's apple bobbed, and he couldn't think of anything to say for a moment.

Lu Jihan has always been upright and honest, and has never been harsh on his servants. Moreover, the food that Shen Qinghe makes suits his taste very well.

Lu Jihan averted his gaze, avoiding her eyes, his back straight, hands behind his back, maintaining a calm and composed demeanor.

"Alright, it's your kind gesture, there's no need to be too critical."

"Thank you, Young Marquis." Shen Qinghe said, turning around. "Well... this servant must continue copying the Buddhist scriptures. Young Marquis, please have a seat to the side!"

Let him keep pretending! He clearly likes the food she makes, but he insists on being stubborn.

Lu Jihan frowned deeply. This girl turned around so decisively, and even started chasing people away?!

Judging from her appearance, it looked as if he had disturbed her from copying Buddhist scriptures.

Where has he ever been treated like this?

At this moment, Shen Qinghe tilted her head again, as if wondering why he hadn't moved, "Young Marquis, won't you come and sit down?"

Lu Jihan pressed his tongue against his cheek. This little girl is really bold!

Let's see how long he keeps up this act. As Shen Qinghe turned around, she suddenly felt a tightness around her waist as a strong arm wrapped tightly around her waist from behind.

The small distance between the two people instantly disappeared.

Shen Qinghe was pulled into his arms, and the man's low, husky voice reached her ear:

"Isn't my book more interesting than a Buddhist scripture?"

After he finished speaking, the person in his arms stirred and turned around gracefully, and his lips were gently pressed against hers by her fingers.

Lu Jihan frowned, puzzled, and looked at her: ? ? ? So audacious as to not let him speak?

To his surprise, Shen Qinghe looked at him with a serious expression and said with concern, "There are gods watching over you, young marquis, be careful what you say."

Lu Jihan reached out and pinched her fingertips together, then moved them away. "I don't believe in ghosts or gods."

"Qinghe doesn't believe it either. But Qinghe doesn't want to see the young marquis have any setbacks, and she doesn't want to see him have any accidents."

Shen Qinghe spoke these words earnestly and from the bottom of her heart. He absolutely could not get into trouble; she hadn't even taken her place yet!

Shen Qinghe grasped his large hands in both: "Qinghe only hopes that the young marquis will be safe and sound every year."

Lu Jihan remained silent.

The worry in her clear eyes seemed genuine, which made Lu Jihan feel as if he had hit a piece of cotton; when he punched her, he had no strength left.

A slight tremor ran through him. Lu Jihan withdrew his hand, forcing himself to avoid looking into her eyes, and turned to leave.

"Don't worry, I'll be fine. You continue copying the Buddhist scriptures; I have other matters to attend to!"

"it is good."

Shen Qinghe curtsied and looked at his back without the slightest sadness, but she did not miss his eyes that he hurriedly looked away.

He panicked.

Then the second time he would serve the emperor was not far off.

Dealing with a man like Lu Jihan, who rigidly adheres to male virtues, is like dealing with a rock in a latrine—stinky and hard, you can't rush it.

Getting impatient will not only fail to achieve your goal, but may even backfire.

Shen Qinghe sat down again to copy the Buddhist scriptures. It wasn't easy to get blood, so she couldn't waste it.

Not long after Lu Jihan left, Granny Kang returned. Seeing that only Shen Qinghe remained, she quickly said:

"Where is the young marquis?"

"The young marquis said he had official business to attend to and left."

Shen Qinghe answered truthfully.

"Did the young marquis say whether he's coming tomorrow?" Granny Kang quickly came over and asked, "Is he coming to your place tonight?"

Shen Qinghe shook her head, "They didn't say, so they probably aren't going."

Granny Kang poked Shen Qinghe's forehead with her finger, saying with exasperation, "Oh dear, why can't you seize this opportunity? The old lady specially created this opportunity for you and the young master!"

Shen Qinghe remained remarkably calm: "Granny, some things can't be rushed. I can't just... force it, can I?"

"Alright, alright, it's like the emperor isn't worried but the eunuch is. Okay, if you're tired, go back by yourself. I'll go and give the old lady a reply."

Granny Kang shook her head and went into the inner hall, truthfully telling the old lady what had happened:

"Madam, Qinghe is still too shy. How could she let such a good opportunity slip away from the young marquis?"

The old lady was lying on the bamboo couch, enjoying the cool air, with a book in her hand. Upon hearing this, she suddenly opened her eyes:

"Did Qinghe really say that?"

"That's right! They said there's no rush." ​​Granny Kang was completely baffled: "Why didn't you strike while the iron was hot and take the young marquis to your own courtyard?"

The old lady smiled knowingly and nodded with satisfaction: "Good, good. I've made sure that girl's education wasn't in vain. Ji Han has really met a remarkable girl this time. I think my great-grandson is finally here."

"ah??"

Kang Mama didn't understand. The old lady threw the book in her hand in front of her, and the four big characters at the beginning of the page appeared in front of her eyes: "Play hard to get."