Enter Chang Xiangsi and help Jingzhai fight

I saw that her fingers were slender and she looked like a good musician. Now her fingers had a big blister and a few bloody wounds. I felt sorry for her and said, "Don't be sad. Get used to it first. I'll find a chance to talk to the young master and adjust it for you in the next few days."

After hearing this, Senying's eyes sparkled with tears. She suddenly approached me, then remembered that she was covered in dust, and suddenly took a few steps back. She said softly, "Thank you, young lady! You are so kind, and Senying will repay you in the future!"

I was about to answer when my stomach made a loud "gulp!" sound, and my face turned red.

Sen Ying burst into laughter and said, "Miss, are you hungry? I saw that you didn't eat at night, so I secretly left some sweet-scented osmanthus cake and white fungus soup. The roast chicken at night is also good. Can you take it back to your room to eat?"

I thanked her immediately. This Mori Ying is really smart. No wonder she was transferred here at such a young age. I saw that there were only a few pieces of osmanthus cakes and the roast chicken was not enough for the three of us, so I asked her, "Is there anything else?"

Sen Ying opened her eyes wide and nodded, "Yes, yes! There are also grapes and apples. The young master didn't eat much this afternoon, so I gave them to the servants. I'll give my share to the young lady!"

"No need for that. What will you eat if I take it away?"

"I am small and have a small appetite, so please take it. If you can say a few good words for me, grapes and apples are nothing to me!"

"Well, I'll take it today? I have a big appetite, hehe, thank you!"

"No, no, you're welcome, young lady."

I took the lunch box and slid back to my room, calling Xiao Hui and Xiao Wei to come over to eat. Just as I was chewing the chicken leg until my mouth was full of oil, someone knocked on the door. It was Jingui's voice: "Miss Lanxiang, it's the first watch. You should go to the young master's room to serve."

I was struck by lightning. I had to serve, serve... How should I serve? I hadn't had time to ask the housekeeper today. I grabbed a towel and wiped my hands carelessly. I waved to Xiao Wei and Xiao Hui, put a handful of grapes in my sleeves, and walked out of the room.

I followed Jin Gui, my mind wandering all the way, and I didn't realize that I had bumped into Jin Gui who had stopped in front of me when I reached the door of Tu Shanjing's bedroom. Jin Gui cried out in pain, grabbed her shoulder, turned around and muttered, "Why are you so reckless today, girl!"

I hurriedly apologized to her, and Jin Gui replied, "It's okay, young lady, you can go in. The young master brought some books back from the study this afternoon, so he may not be able to go to bed early. Young lady, please serve him carefully and don't be reckless again." After that, she went back with her little lantern.

I saw the candlelight in the room flickering, revealing a warm yellow light. A gust of wind blew through the room at night, and the coolness went straight into my neck. I tiptoed to the door, feeling like the poor scholar who explored the east wing at night and was about to see a beautiful woman.

Tu Shanjing's clear voice came from the room: "Is that Lanxiang outside?"

I responded, "Master, it's me."

"come in."

I pushed open the door, and a warm air and a hint of fragrance greeted me. The room was filled with simple wooden furniture, the floor, desk, and chairs were all made of wood, but the pillars were finely carved with patterns, and the corners were inlaid with jade and colored glaze decorations. A dark copper hollow incense burner was emitting a delicate aroma, which calmed my mind. I sniffed, and it seemed different from the fragrance in the study, which was lighter and thicker.

Looking further inside, there was a green landscape screen next to the pillar, and a small-house-shaped lampstand with flickering candlelight inside. There was a half-circle of jade railings on the side of the bed, and a small table built into the railings, with a small flower pot with gold patterns on it. There was a small plant in the pot, which was not very clear from a distance, but it looked very beautiful. Behind it was a wooden clothes hanger, on which hung the light blue coat with white cloud patterns that Tu Shanjing wore during the day.

"What are you looking at?" Tu Shanjing walked out from behind the green gauze tent in a white inner garment, holding a book in his hand. He had taken off his crown, and his soft black hair was loose, which reminded me of poems like "Water lilies emerge from clear water".

"No, nothing..." I lowered my head and didn't dare to look at him.

"Oh, yes, this is the first time you've come into my room since you lost your memory." He smiled and walked to the desk. I heard some rustling sounds, maybe he sat down.

"Do you know how to serve me?" He supported his head with one hand, held the book in the other, looked up and asked me softly.

"Your servant... Your servant--" The beauty that was overwhelming me was in my eyes, and the rich and elegant fragrance filled my nose. I had the illusion that I was bewitched by a vixen.

"Didn't we agree to just call myself Lanxiang? But are you nervous again? When you're nervous, you call me 'slave' and 'slave'." He smiled and narrowed his eyes: "What's in your sleeve?"

I looked down and it seemed that a few grapes were squeezed when I bumped into Jingui just now, and the light purple juice seeped out of the white sleeves.

"It's grapes." I replied in a low voice.

"It just so happened that I didn't eat in the afternoon, and now that I saw it, I wanted to eat it again." He tilted his head, held his chin, stared at me and said.

I had no choice but to reach into my sleeve and take one out. I walked closer to him and squatted down. Carefully, I peeled the skin off the fruit and fed it to his mouth: "Here."

He subconsciously took a step back, then looked at me with wide eyes, then opened his mouth and ate in silence.

I saw the tip of his red tongue flash past and disappear behind his pearly teeth, and a little water color at the corner of his mouth shone under the light. So I took out a handkerchief and pressed it to the corner of his mouth to help him wipe it. He was so scared that he trembled and knocked the book off.

I cried "Ouch!" and quickly bent down to pick it up. At this time, he also bent down to pick it up, and our fingertips accidentally touched each other. He immediately withdrew his hand as if he was burned by fire, and the fire moved to his face and continued to burn, like the morning glow at the end of the white sky when the sky is about to brighten.

I patted the book, put it back on the table in front of him, and stole a glance at him. He lowered his head, cleared his throat, and said seriously, "Who taught you to serve like this?"

I can't say I learned it from watching TV dramas, right?

"Lanxiang, I watched that play, it was always like this... I also dreamed of it once, a beautiful woman came to the scholar's study in the middle of the night, brewed tea and warmed wine, and talked about poetry..." I'm sorry, Grandpa Pu Songling, I'll use your story to block it~

"Watch less of those literary dramas!" His face turned red.

"Young Master...are you angry? Lanxiang didn't have the time to learn from the housekeeper, I wonder if Young Master still needs to wash up? I'll go get some water for washing your face...If you want to take a shower, do you need me to scrub your back for you?" I asked thoughtfully.

He smiled instead of getting angry: "I have washed it! You just need to serve me tea, grind ink and light the lamp."

Wow, it's so simple! I had imagined giving him a bath and washing his feet, and I had to prepare myself mentally.

He was already reading a book, so I made him a pot of white tea and placed it next to him. Seeing that there was already a candlestick on the table, I stood behind him. After a while, seeing that he didn't seem to want to tell me to do anything, I took out some grapes and secretly ate them. Hmm, so sweet!

When I ate the sixth grape, I lost control of my strength and the juice splashed onto the pages of his book. I swallowed the grapes with a gulp of fear, and then I started to cough and tears came out. After I calmed down, I stole a glance at him. He was frowning and looking at me with a smile. I was embarrassed and quickly took out a handkerchief to wipe the pages of his book in a flattering way, and said carefully: "I was wrong. I don't want to eat it anymore, I don't want to eat it anymore..."

He shook his head and drew a circle with his fingertips. A small cluster of blue light flew onto the book, and the stains on the pages immediately disappeared, leaving the book as fresh as new.