Quick Travel: Redeeming the yandere villain Little Poor

Chapter 699 Coveting Father’s Concubine 10

Ji Yan's sleepiness immediately dissipated a little, and she didn't expect that the first assistant would act so quickly. The decision he made just last night would be implemented the next day.

She couldn't let Xie Yuan sit there waiting for her in the study, so she had to get off the couch, let Shuangshuang do a simple bun, and then changed into a goose-yellow dress. When she went to the study, she also took her morning bag with her. Prepared pastries.

Arriving at the study room, Ji Yan opened the door and saw that the young man was sitting in front of the desk with white rice paper spread out in front of him.

His eyelashes are slender and beautiful, with the ends slightly raised, covering his two dark pupils. A white hairband restrains his thick, soft hair. Today, he also rarely wears a moon-white dress. He is not so sullen, but rather a bit... Very youthful and pretty.

But for some unknown reason, when Ji Yan came to see him twice, he was almost always bathed in shadows, avoiding the light, making people unable to help but feel emotions such as sadness and despair just by looking at him.

this is not good.

She then glanced at Xie Yuan twice, then walked around him to the window, pushed the window completely open, and let the sunlight shine in. The young man was bathed in the light, and the ethereal beauty of the past was finally tinged with a bit of human breath, full of vitality. Young and beautiful.

When Ji Yan came back satisfied, she saw Xie Yuan staring at her, seemingly in a trance.

She paused, lifted up her skirt, sat down opposite him, and asked about his injury: "Are you feeling better today? Did you remember to apply medicine?"

Xie Yuan lowered his eyes and answered one by one: "It's better, Chen Shi just applied medicine."

"That's good." Ji Yan lowered her head and straightened her skirt before handing the pastry box to Xie Yuan.

"I made some pastries, too many to finish. I brought you some as a way of thanking you for teaching me how to read."

Xie Yuan said, "Madam, there is no need to say thank you."

Ji Yan heard this, looked at him, and corrected her again: "Just call me aunt."

The room was extremely quiet, and it took a long time before the young man responded in a low voice.

Immediately afterwards, Xie Yuan began to teach: "Since I am learning Chinese characters, I will first teach Madam...aunt some commonly used characters."

"Well, just teach me. Don't worry, I will learn with my heart."

When Xie Yuan heard this, he stopped for a moment and took out the commonly used words that he had compiled in advance. Ji Yan lowered her eyes to look at it. The ink on the paper was not completely dry yet, so it must have been prepared temporarily today.

Xie Yuan's handwriting was very neat and standardized, probably to make it easier for her to learn from it.

Xie Yuan first taught her how to read and asked her to try to remember the strokes of these words. He would always ask her: "Auntie, do you remember it?"

Ji Yan was good at it, so there was no question of whether she could remember it or not, but she got addicted to drama for no apparent reason. She propped her chin up and said, "It's so difficult. I can't remember it. I'll take another look."

Xie Yuanhui said: "It doesn't matter if my aunt can't remember it. It's enough to have a rough impression. If I start writing it later, my memory will be more profound."

The girl nodded repeatedly, pressing her bright yellow sleeves on the desk, listening to what he said, and taking notes carefully.

At first, he was serious enough, but later on, his fingers could no longer support his chin.

She was sleepy in spring and tired in autumn. In addition, she didn't sleep well last night and woke up early today. She was so sleepy that she could hardly hear what Xie Yuan said.

Besides, she wasn't really illiterate, so it didn't matter if she didn't listen, so she couldn't control her slack.

Xie Yuan sat opposite her, his eyes dark and emotionless.

Xie Yuan did not expect that Ji would study hard. In other words, whether she was serious or not was not his concern. He just followed his father's orders and completed his errands.

Rather than teaching her how to read, Xie Yuan wanted to know why Ji suddenly changed her attitude towards him.

He stopped and stopped talking, but Ji didn't notice it, and her eyelids slowly drooped.

The next second, the girl's round chin rubbed her weak fingers and hit the desk.

Xie Yuan was originally watching a play, but by some strange coincidence, he stretched out his hand to pick up the book before she knocked it.

Suddenly, her chin hit something cold and soft. Ji Yan also woke up and raised her eyes. The tip of her chin was still resting blankly on Xie Yuan's palm. The boy's moon-white sleeves lightly brushed against his skin, feeling a little itchy.

Ji Yan forgot to react for a moment and just swallowed silently.

Then I heard Xie Yuan say: "Auntie, be careful."

The girl was stunned and embarrassed for a moment. She straightened up and said, "Sorry, I didn't fall asleep on purpose. I didn't sleep well last night."

Ji Yan didn't think too much and explained casually, but she didn't know that the words had another meaning to others.

Last night, Chief Assistant stayed in her room, and she didn't sleep well. There could only be one reason...

Xie Yuan said nothing, pursed his thin lips slightly, and when he spoke again, his voice became colder for no reason: "Auntie, do you want to continue studying?"

"Yes." Ji Yan was afraid that she would fall asleep again, so she did not ask Xie Yuan to teach her new words, but prepared to write on paper.

Xie Yuan taught her the order of strokes, she watched, and then she wrote according to her own rules.

She also deliberately made the writing crooked and ugly. She seemed to have discovered a bit of fun and carefully made the writing ugly.

But no matter how ugly her handwriting is, Xie Yuan will only say: "My aunt's writing is good."

Only when she made a mistake did the boy correct her.

Occasionally Ji Yan raised her head, and all she saw was Xie Yuan's ridiculously beautiful face, but that face was too calm. At some point, the sun stopped shining in, and the shadows outlined his beautiful features, adding a hint of... Chill.

She pursed her lips, lowered her head and continued writing. Then she couldn't help but step aside and ask, "Xie Yuan, do you have any nicknames or characters?"

The first assistant called him Yuan'er. Ji Yan felt that this name was weird and hard to pronounce. Calling him eldest son was too unfamiliar. Calling him by his nickname might be more affectionate.

Xie Yuan paused, as if he thought of something, and his face, which was as calm as a dummy, finally showed a different expression.

But he only stiffened slightly and shook his head: "No."

Ji Yan felt sorry.

She only knew that in the original work Xie Yuan was named Suitan by his chief assistant when he was in Guanshi.

But that will be three years from now, and it is of no use now.

Ji Yan gave up and continued writing on the paper. When the sky outside turned dark, today's study would be over.

Ji Yan lowered her head and rubbed her wrists, then quietly watched the young man in front of her sorting out his books.

When she recovered, she also lifted up her skirt and warned before leaving: "Remember to eat the pastries I made when you go back. If they taste good, eat more. If they don't taste good, forget it. Don't force it."

"……Um."

After the young man responded, he became quiet again. Ji Yan could not help but stay there for a while before turning around and leaving.

After she left, the study became quite deserted. Xie Yuan lowered his eyes and looked at the pastry box placed aside, his dark and translucent eyes couldn't help but feel slightly absent-minded.

...

For several days in a row, Ji Yan would go to the study room to learn calligraphy from Xie Yuan every afternoon.

The young man would hardly talk to her about topics other than teaching, and it seemed impolite to even look at her.

Ji Yan had been writing for a long time that day. After the teaching, on the way back to Shaoguang Academy with Shuangshuang, she heard a boy mention Jinghe.

"I don't know what kind of bad luck that boy Jinghe had, but the article he wrote became very popular. Now everyone outside calls him Mr. Jinghe!"

The people who heard these words also took a breath, "He is really a great master..."