After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

Since the Shangsi Banquet, Song Nihuan has never left the house, not even this yard.

The outcome of the incident was that Madam Wei personally escorted the servant who had been freed from slavery and handed him over to Xie Yunji. It was unknown how he was dealt with.

Mrs. Wei failed to supervise the child and voluntarily confined herself to the institution for three months.

The spring weather was beautiful, and Song Nihuan finished reading the last storybook in the yard.

In fact, she also read some other basic serious books. They were not obscure books, but warning records that told the truth of the world through folk anecdotes, and there were also notes and insights written by Xie Yunji.

For example, for the sentence "Do not value rare and difficult goods so that people will not steal, do not promote the virtuous so that people will not quarrel", Xie Yunji wrote in small words next to it: People with evil intentions cannot be promoted.

Such clear insights are truly unique, worthy of the title of top scholar.

There is also a fable, which tells the story of a man and a woman who fell in love with each other, but his wife died first due to overwork. It is not a special story, but it is particularly touching because of the sincere feelings of the writer. Xie Yunji wrote on the side: When I feel like doing something, I go alone, and I know the good things by myself.

This regret that no one had talked about was pointed out by him with just one word.

These originally boring stories became vivid because of his embellishment, making people forget the time while reading the book.

If the books that Nanny Huang had sent before had Xie Yunji's annotations, they wouldn't be so boring, right?

Song Nihuan sighed. How could there be someone like Xie Yunji in the world?

How to describe him? Insightful, rational, gentle, handsome, and so flawless.

It is really Yaguanjingzhong...

Song Nihuan stared at the shade of the tree in a daze. All this was too unreal. How did he fall into her hands?

Molan saw Song Nihuan closing the last book on the bamboo chair, and walked over to her and said, "Madam, have you finished reading? Then give it to me, and I will go to the eldest master to exchange a few more books for you."

Song Nihuan didn't know whether Xie Yunji had specially marked these books for her so that she wouldn't be unable to read them, or whether he had this habit for all the books he had read...

If he did this specifically for her, she would feel extremely guilty.

If Molan went to exchange for a new book, and he hadn't marked it yet, would he think she was greedy?

"No, no need. I don't want to watch it anymore," she said.

Looking up at Molan, she was also a beautiful girl, young and pretty, tall and well-proportioned, and she exuded a capable and efficient spirit.

She knew that these maids from wealthy families would inevitably have some impure thoughts when serving the young master. After all, there were too many maids who were taken as maids and then became concubines. This was a natural thing.

It is strange that Xie Yunji, a handsome young man from an aristocratic family, who is so high and mighty and admired by everyone, has no maids or concubines to serve him.

For someone as simple-minded as Song Nihuan, the other person can sense what she is thinking even if she doesn't say it.

What’s more, Molan got the job through fierce competition.

Molan could see the cousin's confusion at a glance, so she said openly, "Our master is kind and has found good families for all the maids who have reached marriageable age. I can stay here because I am capable."

Some of those maids were born beautiful and charming. They used their beauty to seduce the young master. The lucky ones were given away as gifts by the young master at gatherings with other young masters from noble families. The unlucky ones were assigned to servants in the mansion.

If you don't have good eyesight and still move forward, you will be sold out directly.

The noble ladies outside the mansion would occasionally run into Xie Yunji.

After all this, no one in the Xie Mansion dared to have any impure thoughts about Xie Yunji anymore. It was even quieter and tidier than outside the mansion.

The reason why Song Nihuan saw such a quiet Xie Mansion was really due to Xie Yunji's actions.

The reason why Molan was valued was not only because of her ability, but also because she was clear-headed. She knew that this young man was far away and out of reach, and she also knew that he was actually a cold-hearted person.

The outward elegance and refinement is just a cover-up; inside, he is a poisonous snake spitting out its tongue.

Whoever has seen his true face would dare to have any fantasies about him!

The young man was in his early twenties and still unmarried. Everyone thought there must be something wrong with him, after all, no one is perfect... But as soon as the young lady in front of him entered the mansion, Xie Yunji changed his personality.

"Don't worry, cousin. The young master has deep feelings for you." Molan added, "Reading too much will tire your eyes. The young master has instructed that if you don't want to read anymore, you can write calligraphy to relieve your boredom."

Molan took out a stack of calligraphy works like a magic trick.

Song Nihuan took it and looked at it. They were all words written by famous calligraphers. She frowned and muttered, "This handwriting... is not as beautiful as the eldest master's handwriting."

The small characters left by Xie Yunji on the book suddenly jumped into Song Nihuan's mind. The characters were vigorous and elegant, with outstanding style.

Molan smiled and said proudly, "Of course. Our young master's calligraphy is of course better than theirs. The calligraphy hanging on the wall of the flower hall was written by the young master when he was a young man. If others want to ask him to write a preface for a poem, it is often very expensive!"

She nodded slightly. She thought the calligraphy in the flower hall was written by some ancient master. He had such powerful writing skills when he was an adult, so it was no wonder that the casual annotations on the pages of the book were so elegant and graceful.

Xie Yunji's calligraphy was truly the best she had ever seen.

Then he thought about how he had learned some poetry and songs and practiced calligraphy for a while in Furaoting for the sake of the elegance of the young masters of aristocratic families. His handwriting looked good on the surface, but in fact it was just fancy words and did not have the writing skills of Xie Yunji at all.

"Bring me some paper! I'll practice now!"

Of course, she could never compete with him even if she practiced more, but if she wanted to be by his side, she didn't want to embarrass him...

I don't know if writing can really calm people down. As I write, the chaotic thoughts in my mind become clearer. Song Nihuan thinks anxiously, how good it would be if she is really Jiang Yao, and how good it would be if he is not Mr. Xie.