The Brocaded Tale of The Girl Si

After listening to Yu Jin's explanation, Jiang Si held a ball fan, almost laughing.

She only knew that Yu Qitian was not afraid, and never put the rules in his eyes.

I never expected that I underestimated him all the time. When this fool was young, he even managed to disguise himself as a woman.

Jiang Si's unbridled laughter made Yu Jin even more annoyed. He picked her up and threw her on the low couch, and said viciously: "Don't laugh!"

Jiang Si stopped laughing, raised his hand to caress the peak of his eyebrows, and then slid down the man's angular profile face.

Yu Jin avoided gently, and muttered: "Touch what?"

Jiang Si couldn't help but smile again: "I'm thinking, when you were twelve or thirteen years old, you did look better in women's clothing than most girls..."

In the eyes of those tortoises, they must be regarded as good-quality jade, who should be cultivated as an oiran lady.

"Asi!" Yu Jin was completely annoyed, lowered his head and bit on her shoulder.

Across the thin summer shirt, Jiang Si only felt itching on his shoulders, and couldn't help pushing him: "Don't make trouble."

"Then you must not laugh anymore."

Jiang Si pushed him away and sat up straight, and asked softly: "So, you remembered me then?"

Yu Jin leaned against the bedside and stared at the people next to her: "Yes, at that time I thought, I must be with the little girl who rescued me every day. I have a meal together and listen to crickets on a clear night. ,sleep together……"

That way, he would no longer be alone.

Jiang Si blushed inexplicably, and tweeted: "When you were only then, you started to think about something messy..."

Yu Jin looked innocent: "It's just sleeping, as if you think too much."

Jiang Si lifted the fan and slapped Yu Jin's arm, bumping into the other's affectionate eyes, and his heart suddenly throbbed.

Perceiving the change in the other party's emotions, Yu Jin raised his hand to her shoulder: "Asi, are you sad?"

Ginger's thick and long eyelashes trembled, controlling to keep the tears from falling, and his tone was endless complaining: "Why don't you say it?"

If he told her that their origin was so early in the previous life, there would be no misunderstandings and tortures.

"Tell my sweetheart that I was almost sold into a brothel while disguised as a woman?" Yu Jin tightened the corners of his lips, looking unlovable.

If it hadn't been for today, A Si found this painting in the study, and she couldn't hide it, and wouldn't say that he was killed.

Jiang seemed to think for a while, but he also understood Yu Jin's approach.

This kind of embarrassment, with Yu Qi's temperament, will indeed hide it.

It's just that they have a good face and a stubbornness, and they end up like that.

Jiang Si suddenly thought, what happened to Yu Qi after her tragic death in her previous life?

No matter, she can no longer influence the present because of the things in the previous life, that would be really stupid.

As for why there were red moles on the paintings of the previous life but not on the paintings now, Jiang seems not to ask any more.

In her previous life, she discovered that this painting was nearly three years later than it is now. There are too many people who can add a small mole that can be added with a vermilion brush at any time. She used it to ask Yu Qi now, but it was embarrassing.

Seeing that she was still holding the painting in her hand, Yu Jinpo was a little dazed: "I saw you secretly before going to Nanjiang, just when your eldest sister was out of the cabinet. It was difficult to endure the first days in Nanjiang, so it became more and more difficult. Thinking of you. Later, by chance, I met Asang, the saint of Wumiao, and suddenly thought of drawing you down so that I could see you from time to time..."

As he said, his brows became more gentle.

At that time, he hadn't seen Ah Si for more than two years. In his imagination, his little girl, Cardamom, should be like that when she was in her prime.

"So, you painted me in the image of the saint Assan?"

Yu Jin categorically denied: "Of course not. Although you are very similar in the eyes of others, you are quite different in my eyes."

He pointed to the little girl in the painting: "Your eyes are longer than hers, your nose is taller than hers, and your lips are thinner than hers... The most obvious thing is that she has a mole here, you don't..."

Jiang Sixiao: "The observation is quite detailed."

Yu Jin was proud, holding her hand and putting it in his heart: "Of course, I have a good memory, and I printed it here after seeing you twice."

"I mean you look at the saint pretty meticulously."

Yu Jin coughed violently.

Life is not easy if you accidentally get into the sleeve.

Only feeling satisfied, Jiang Si suddenly leaned over and dropped a kiss on his cheek.

Yu Jin was stunned for a moment, and then quickly threw Jiang Si under him.

"Master, the minister has something to report!" There was a rapid knock on the door.

Yu Jin and Jiang Si looked at each other and smiled helplessly: "This long history is really worrying about eating carrots!"

The two walked out of the living room and opened the door of the study.

The regrouped long history stood outside the door, with sharp eyes shining sharply, sweeping up and down.

As for the princess, it is not compliant to look at it this way, he will ask his good partner, Madam Ji, to stare.

After finishing the scan, Chang Shi breathed a sigh of relief.

Without day-to-day prostitution, the dead tree of the prince can be saved!

Yu Jin's face was darker than black clouds: "What is the report of Chang Shi?"

If it wasn't for this old guy's age and taking care of the affairs of the house seriously, he would have been thrown out a long time ago.

Old Chang Shi's face was serious: "For external affairs, the minister must report to the prince alone."

Jiang Siren smiled and nodded slightly to Yu Jin: "Prince, I will bring the secret play picture back to the main courtyard. I heard that Mother Ji said that this thing can ward off evil spirits."

Until Jiang Si floated away, Chang Shi was still sluggish.

Ji-Mother-how could this be so!

Yu Jin sighed upon seeing this.

Asi is bullying the honest person again, for the sake of pitying the same disease, he should leave the old histories.

"Chang Shi, please come in." Yu Jin turned and walked into the study.

All the way to Yuheyuan, Jiang Si only felt that his mood was as bright as a spring day, even listening to the noisy cicadas sounds sweet.

Back to Yuheyuan, leaning on the screen to unfold the painting again, the mood is completely different.

This is her when she was twelve or thirteen.

He was only fifteen or six years old when he painted this picture.

If she knew that such a young man had been thinking about her and staying with her, and he had just grown up to look like she was happy, maybe she wouldn't have hidden deep inferiority in her pride.

"Princess, Madam Ji, please see me." A Qiao's report interrupted Jiang Si's feelings.

Jiang Si handed the painting to Aman to put it away, and motioned to Aqiao to invite people in.

Soon a neatly dressed woman with long face walked in, followed by two young girls.

Jiang Si crossed Mother Ji's long face, his eyes fell on the two girls, and he immediately retracted his gaze.

"Greetings to the princess."

"Grandma don't have to be polite. I wonder what will happen to Grandma at this time?"

Logically, she was only the first day after her wedding, and she had to wait three days to return home before she began to take over the management of the palace.

Mother Ji leaned aside, revealing the two girls.

"It should have been three days before the princess was to work, but these two girls are court maids given to the prince by the emperor. The slave and maid will have to ask the princess how to arrange in the future."