He can't see through such Lu Jinxi very well.

Xue Tingzhi sat upright, acquiesced in her supplementary words, and considered her words carefully, for fear of offending her: "Sister Lang has a strong temperament, but she is very knowledgeable whether it is literacy, hyphenation or reasoning. She is still young, but she is a patient I can't stand the lonely temper, so I often run to Tingzhi. I was disrespectful to you just now, it should be just a small temper for a while, not on purpose..."

"It's all lies." Lu Jinxi shook her head, she only listened to half of what he said, "There must be a reason for the change in attitude. You don't know, so she didn't tell you about it. It's me who is a mother. If you are negligent, you have to go back and ask carefully."

The temperature of the tea cup in her hand is almost the same, she said, she lifted the tea lid and prepared to drink hot tea.

But when he looked down, he was stunned.

A cup of green tea.

There is no problem with the water for making tea, but the color of the soup is yellow and green with a bit of turbidity. The tea leaves floating in the cup are mostly thick leaves, with more incomplete edges and corners, not to mention the occasional tea stalks stained with residual leaves.

Smell the fragrance a little, it's really light.

Even with Lu Jinxi's knowledge of green tea and oolong tea, he couldn't tell what kind of tea he had at the moment.

Xue Tingzhi was busy and apologetically said: "Pardon me, mother. Tingzhi doesn't like to drink tea, so there is not much preparation in the house. This tea is very rough..."

"But it's okay to drink tea to warm you up."

Lu Jinxi frowned, took a slow sip, put the warm tea in his mouth for a while, swallowed it, and there was a piece of astringent taste on the tip of the tongue.

This taste, where does it seem to be drunk for the son of the manor?

What she drank from Ye's side before was the best tea among the good teas. After all, the high-ranking family of the Duke's Mansion was not worse than that.

But the General's Mansion is not a broken house either.

The government spends a large amount of tea money every month.

Lu's monthly share for this concubine does not decrease, and it will only increase with Xue Tingzhi's age. Here, there is the same thing as tea.

West Lake Longjing.

Although it is not the top group in the Ming Dynasty, it is by no means inferior.

But the tea that Xue Tingzhi brought up was really not flattering.

After thinking for a while, Lu Jinxi guessed the problem: Lu's order was one thing, but she had a clear conscience; but what the people below did was another.

A concubine who is left untouched by his mother may be fine when the general is there, but as soon as the general leaves, it is Mrs Lu who speaks in the house.

One is that he has a large amount of money in his hand, and the other is that Mr. Lu turned a blind eye and ignored it.

No matter how many good things are distributed to Xue Tingzhi, how many are left?

Tasting the indescribable taste on the tip of his tongue, Lu Jinxi felt indescribable in his heart.

She slowly put the lid back on, and finally she didn't take another sip, and she didn't mention this, but said to Xue Tingzhi: "You and Sister Lang get along a lot, maybe she still has some real temperament with you. Since no one has come to pick me up right now, tell me about Sister Lang."

It turned out to be to ask Xue Minglang.

He could hear that Lu Jinxi didn't want to blame Xue Minglang in his words, and his attitude seemed to be much more tolerant than usual.

After pondering for a moment, after sorting out his thoughts, Xue Tingzhi spoke.

When did Xue Minglang usually come, what did he look like, what did he do, what was he interested in, what did he like...

All kinds of kinds, one by one.

Lu Jinxi listened and had a very complete understanding of Xue Minglang.

It can be said that this is the seedling of future talented women.

Reading and writing, he is exceptionally smart. Some short articles and poems can be memorized after listening to them once. And he loves reading so much that he had his own small study room the year before last.

Maybe she read something about "Lu Feikuai of Ma Zuo" in the book. She finally came to Xue Tingzhi quietly out of curiosity, which surprised Xue Tingzhi at that time.

After that, she came often.

Lu Shi knew that and often trained her for it.

But the nature of children, where can they be kept?

So again and again...

She would flip through the book here in Xue Tingzhi, and if she had any doubts about her studies, she would always ask him for advice, but regarded him as half a gentleman.

Naturally, Xue Tingzhi didn't mention the words "half a gentleman", but Lu Jinxi could also follow the situation, and he felt a little changed in his heart.

"Sister Lang is a little squeamish, so I'll take care of you."

"Tingzhi doesn't dare, Miss Lang is knowledgeable and likes to play."

Xue Tingzhi looked at her, only to think that she listened very calmly, and could not feel that she was malicious, but he did not dare to follow her words and took it. He just put himself aside and praised Xue Minglang.

Very talkative, good conversation, very smart.

From the beginning to the end, Lu Jinxi only felt that the children that Xue Kuang had brought up by himself were not comparable to ordinary people in terms of vision, knowledge and courage.

After listening to his evaluation of Xue Minglang, she did not speak for a while.

The curtain outside opened, and Lin'an came in again. This time, he brought a charcoal basin, put it down in the house, and said carefully: "The little one has gone to the second grandmother's yard to report, and Sister Qingque said, please come Sit in the room first, don't go out with the wind, I'll pick you up."

"Everyone treats me like a paper-wrapped person..."

Lu Jinxi was a little helpless, but he knew that Yuanshen's body couldn't stand the toss, so he didn't get up, he just waved his hand, signaling Lin'an to step back.

Lin'an then bowed and retreated to Xue Tingzhi's side.

The charcoal pot was burning in the house, and there was a lot of heat.

It's just that the charcoal, which don't know where it came from, smells like smoke when it burns.

Lu Jinxi didn't say anything, only asked Xue Tingzhi about Xue Minglang, and after talking for more than half a moment, someone from the East Court came to pick it up.

Came here on Friday.

After passing the report outside the door, she walked in with a big lynx fur coat in her hand: "Please say goodbye to the second grandmother and the eldest son. The girl Qingque was instructed by you to stay in the room to guard her brother, and she dared not Leaving without permission, the old slave happened to be here, so I took over this messenger and came to pick you up first."

"Let's go back now."

The words were almost finished, Lu Jinxi got up from the kang, and Wu's family dressed her in a big fur, opposing Xue Ting's way, "You should keep that horse Dafeng first. Even if it is to be given to Sister Lang, Don't be in a hurry. Don't give it away, just stay indoors, it's cold outside."

"……Yes."

These remarks were still beyond Xue Tingzhi's expectations.

He really wanted to be sent out of the hospital. After Lu Jinxi said it, he would not be able to leave. He just stood under the eaves and watched the three or four little maids from Wu's family surrounded her.

Lin An shrank his neck and put his hands into his sleeves, looking envious: "With so many people, the second grandmother is also very powerful."

Xue Tingzhi did not speak.

It was already dark, and lights were lit everywhere in the house.

On the dome was a cloud of red clouds, and the cold wind howled around the courtyard.

He said slowly: "Tie the wind back, it's cold tonight, you need to take more care."

"Yes."

Lin An hurriedly agreed, and went to the yard to lead the horse again.

Xue Tingzhi watched for a while, then silently returned to the study.

On the desk in front of the bookshelf, there are pen, ink, paper, inkstone, and a few well-written bucket squares; a clean white porcelain xun is placed on the right, pear-shaped, with a smooth glazed surface. In the dark room, it looks shiny and clear.

A rosewood chair was placed behind the case, and it was the only one.

He walked over, sat down, put one hand on the smooth, old and smooth armrest, raised the other hand, pressed his middle finger and ring finger together, pressed his eyebrows hard, and closed his eyes.