Enter Chang Xiangsi and help Jingzhai fight

He walked to the table and sat down. I picked up the teapot and touched it. It was still hot. I knew that the mansion had prepared tea for him a long time ago, so I poured him a cup.

He drank the tea, raised his hand to rub his temple, and frowned slightly.

Seeing this, I asked, "Sir, does your head still hurt?"

He replied, "I felt better just now. It might be because the wine in Lirong Mansion was too strong. I was a little drunk recently."

I said, "It may be that you have been working non-stop since you came back, staying up late and getting up early, so you haven't rested well. Go lie down on the couch and take a rest. I will massage your head for you?"

He hummed, reaching out to untie his tiara.

I walked behind him and untied his hair crown, and his black hair fell down softly like a waterfall.

He took off his outer robe, handed it to me and said, "Hang it up for me. Chang might come to play with me again when he wakes up at night. If it gets wrinkled, I won't be able to wear it."

I answered and hung up his clothes for him, saying, "Then I hope that Master Chang will not get drunk and sleep until dawn! Let our Master have a good rest today."

He lay flat on the couch, closed his eyes, and smiled softly, "You forgot how energetic he is. Even though he fell down now, he will be fine after sleeping for a while."

I found a can of cold cream, rubbed it on my hands and slowly melted it, then bent down and gently pressed his temples, saying, "If there really is a Hanxiao Banbudian, I wonder what would happen if he ate it? Would he win, or would Hanxiao Banbudian win?"

My hair fell on the side of his face, his eyelids twitched, and he replied: "Then I guess he still wins."

I remembered that I had not yet reported to him that the holy land was the place where the four great families' ancestral treasures were hidden. So I told him everything that Guanglin and I had said. After listening, he closed his eyes and pondered for a moment, and said: "The place where the treasure is hidden is probably full of traps. Big brother has not taken any action for a while, I think he is slowly preparing. I will check later to see if there are any relevant records in the ancient books of the clan. Logically speaking, the four great families are not in a hurry to take the ancestral treasures, and we dug them out for no reason. It is not necessarily a blessing or a curse. Let's hold back for now, anyway, Big brother can't even put the map together for a while."

I nodded and continued chatting with him. His voice became softer and softer and he gradually fell asleep.

I took my hand back, sat on the edge of the couch, and looked at his sleeping face. His face was like a lotus, white with a hint of pink, and his eyebrows were as long as his temples, as dark as black. His eyes, which were usually gentle and cunning, were now slightly closed, replaced by eyelashes that fluttered like butterfly wings and were as long as willows. His slight hump and the mole on the tip of his nose. His red lips were slightly opened, and he was breathing deeply.

After staring at him for a long time, he turned over and slept on his side. I saw that his hair was a little messy and stuck to his face, so I gently reached out and tidied it aside for him.

The slanting sunlight brushed across his face and soon sank into the west. The room darkened and his face disappeared in the shadows, leaving only a stunning image.

I didn't move, still sitting there, savoring the memories for a long time in the darkness. Every time I recalled the memories, I was amazed.

I don’t know how long it was before a female voice rang out from outside the door: “Where did the dog come from? Go away, go out and play!” Then there was a knock on the door.

I was afraid that he would be woken up, so I quickly got up and opened the door.

Standing at the door was the plump maid I had seen at the banquet.

I nodded to her, walked out and closed the door softly behind me, whispered "My young master is asleep, may I ask what you can do for me young lady?"

The maid bowed and whispered, "Excuse me. I am Chunying. Someone from your mansion sent me a letter. I brought it to you for your review."

I took it and replied, "Thank you, Miss Chunying. I will take a look at the young master when he wakes up later."

Chunying bowed and said, "Miss, you are too polite. I am in the side room over there. If you wake up and want some tea or a wash, just ask me for it."

I returned the greeting: "Thank you very much, please take care of me."

She nodded and turned to walk towards the side room.

I opened the door quietly and walked in, then turned around and closed it quietly.

Unfortunately, when I turned around, I saw Tu Shanjing had sat up, his eyes sparkling in the shadows.

"What time is it?" he asked, his voice unusually hoarse.

As I walked inside, I answered, "Sir, it's the hour of Xu."

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes, sighing: "I slept for so long?!"

I walked to the table, fumbled for the lighter, and lit the candle, then replied, "Young Master, you have been tired these past few days and it is rare for you to take a break. Since Young Master Chang did not come, I did not call you."

He nodded and asked, "Who was that just now?"

I held the candlestick in one hand and the flying letter in the other, walked to the couch and handed it to him, saying, "The maid from Li Rong Mansion brought the flying letter, saying it was sent from our mansion."

He tore open the envelope, unfolded the letter, took a look at it, and said, "It's Jingye. She said that although she bought a big red carp in the market, she took it back and found that the color and size were not consistent with the carp she had originally prepared. In the end, Master Chunming caught a bigger one from the fisherman's pond to make up the number. She also said that grandma's capable maid was overworked this morning and night and caught a cold and couldn't get up. She was asked to help, so she won't come today. Come tomorrow morning to accompany me to worship the God of Wealth."

I nodded and said, "I see. Anyway, there's nothing to do here. I think it's already this late. Master Chang is probably drunk and dreaming. He probably won't bother you anymore. Otherwise, I can accompany him to worship the God of Wealth tomorrow, so that Sister Jingye doesn't have to run back and forth and tire herself out."

Tu Shanjing looked at me and smiled: "It's fine with me, but in this sacrifice to the God of Wealth, the sheep and carp in the five offerings must be sacrificed alive... Can you stand that bloody scene?"

I thought, the fish is okay for me, but the sheep bleated like a human being, and I couldn’t bear to watch it being slaughtered, so I said with an embarrassed look: “This…”

Tu Shanjing folded the letter, propped himself up with his arms, turned around, and got off the bed with his long legs. He said, "Then don't force yourself. If you get frightened later, you will be scared again. I'd better let Jingye go with me. She has always been in charge of this matter in previous years."

I felt a little embarrassed, so I held up the candlestick to light up the ground for him and said, "Sir, I'm sorry, I'm a little useless."

He walked to the table, sat down, and began to grind ink. He replied, "You don't have to blame yourself. Every profession has its own specialty. You can take your time with everything."

I poured him a cup of tea: "I will definitely work harder this year."

He took the tea, drank it in one gulp, nodded and said, "Just do your best."

After saying that, he picked up the pen, wrote a piece of writing very quickly.

While waiting for the characters to dry, he suddenly asked, "Lanxiang, have you been practicing calligraphy recently?"

When I heard that he had asked about the issue that bothered me the most, I said solemnly, "Sir, please forgive my laziness. Recently... I haven't practiced calligraphy..."

He waved his hand: "Come here."