Transmigrated into a concubine, the main task is to make money

Lin Yuxi cursed inwardly, it was just a kiss. She was a new-age woman, and dating and living together were common, let alone a mere kiss.

Lin Yuxi kept hypnotizing herself not to think about it anymore, but looking at Yang Chenchuan's naughty smile, her cheeks became hotter and hotter.

Yang Chenchuan stared at Lin Yuxi with amusement.

In Lin Yuhe's eyes, this looked like the two of them were flirting with each other.

Lin Yuhe twisted her handkerchief. This seductive girl was shamelessly seducing men in public.

In addition, Yang Chenchuan's indifference towards her made her even more jealous and hateful.

"Second sister, didn't you say you wanted to play a song for the lady when you came?"

Lin Yuhe blinked her eyes, looking harmless.

Lin Yuxi's face darkened. When did she say she wanted to play the piano?

Can she play it?

Even if those dozen strings knew her, she might not know them.

Glancing at Lin Yuhe coldly, she was actually quite calculating, wanting to embarrass her and let others know that she was actually a useless concubine's daughter who was not worthy of being in a respectable society.

After calculating that she has no talent, he can take the opportunity to recommend himself for a performance to showcase his own talent, thus killing two birds with one stone.

The question is, will Lin Yuxi do as she wishes?

Jiang was indeed interested after hearing this. The more he looked at her, the more he liked her. However, talent and learning were also very important. One did not need to be a man of great learning, but he could not be lacking in talent either.

Looking at Jiang's expectant eyes, Lin Yuxi said with a smile:

"Yuxi is not very talented and I dare not show off in front of Madam. My music is really bad and I am afraid it will pollute Madam's ears. It is better for me to write a short poem."

Lin Yuxi thinks she has good handwriting. Her father is a traditionalist who always says that writing can improve one's character, so he forces her to practice calligraphy. Who would have thought that it would come in handy today.

Jiang nodded and ordered someone to bring pen and ink. Lin Yuxi walked calmly to the table, picked up the brush, dipped it in ink and started writing.

Lin Yuxi, who was standing in front of the desk, seemed to be infused with spiritual energy, and looked confident and unrestrained.

He wrote without hesitation and finished it in one go.

Lin Yuxi put down her pen, blew on the ink on the paper, and waited until the ink dried before picking it up and respectfully presenting it to Jiang with both hands.

As soon as he laid eyes on it, Jiang was attracted by the beautiful small calligraphy with hairpin flowers. The characters were delicate and rhythmic, and the strokes were unrestrained and free.

Look at the poem again: At the foot of the mountain, the short orchid buds are immersed in the stream, the sandy road between the pines is clean without mud, and the orchids are crying in the drizzling evening rain.

Who says life will never be young again? The water in front of the door can still flow west! Don’t sing about the yellow chicken with your white hair.

What a great saying: Who says life will never be young again? The water in front of the door can still flow west.

Jiang looked at Lin Yuxi with admiration; she could see that she was tolerant of her younger sister.

Life in the mansion must have been very oppressive, but I didn't expect that in such an environment, he still had an optimistic and enthusiastic heart, which was really rare!

Just based on her broad mind and talent, she is worthy of her son.

Jiang was filled with joy and his love for Lin Yuxi was beyond words.

"Yu Xin is indeed extremely talented."

Jiang no longer called her Aunt Lin Er, but called her by her maiden name.

Lin Yuhe was a little bit unconvinced, as she knew Lin Yuxi's situation best.

She had been neglected for more than ten years, and it was only recently after following the old lady that she learned a few words. Her calligraphy was somewhat authentic from the old lady.

But writing poetry is not something that can be learned overnight.

She wanted to see what Lin Yuxi wrote, but was too embarrassed to speak.

Lin Yuxi herself felt a little ashamed and could only keep apologizing in her heart, "I'm sorry, everyone."

As a junior living in this world, I have neither any special skills nor any real knowledge. I don’t know if there will be such an occasion in the future where I need to borrow a poem, and I apologize for that.

The younger generation will also study hard and be able to write poems on their own as soon as possible!

Yang Chenchuan leaned over to take a look, and his eyes lit up at the first sight. What beautiful small regular script, the font was delicate but the strokes were free and easy, the handwriting was just like the person.

Looking at Xiaoci again, he couldn't help but stare at her. She was only fourteen years old, but she had such an open mind and emotion. How could he not know how Liu treated her? In such an environment, she still had such talent. She hid it well enough.

Jiang knew what he was thinking and wanted to hand it to him, but after thinking about it, it was the girl's handwriting, and it would not be good for the girl's reputation if her own son took it away in public.

I just let him take a look at it and then put it into my sleeve. If it really works out in the future, it won't be too late to give it to him later, or I can give it to him privately. It's always better than letting him keep it now.

Jiang invited them to have dinner together and treated them warmly.

After the meal, the two chatted with Jiang for a while, and when they saw that Jiang looked unhappy, they took the initiative to leave.

On the way back, Lin Yuhe stared at Lin Yuxi and asked:

"What poem did you write?"

I originally wanted to embarrass her, but I didn't expect her to reveal her skills. She was really pissed off.

Lin Yuxi glanced at her calmly:

"Third sister is really calculating. When did I say I would contribute a song? Shouldn't Third sister give me an explanation?"

Lin Yuhe was choked and felt a little embarrassed, but so what.

She was usually domineering, and snorted at Lin Yuxi:

"It's your blessing to be able to perform for the lady and the young master. It's also thanks to my cleverness. Otherwise, do you think you can get the lady's appreciation?"

Lin Yuxi rolled her eyes at her without any hesitation. They were indeed a family. This shamelessness must have been inherited from the Liu family.

She clearly schemed against others, but she insisted that it was for her own good, turning black into white and taking all the credit on herself, as if she was the one invited today.

Lin Yuxi was sure that if the lady deliberately picked a fight with her today, Lin Yuhe would definitely take the opportunity to add insult to injury and throw dirty water on her.

"Yes, thank you very much for your cleverness, Third Sister."

Lin Yuxi smiled with her lips but not her heart.

Lin Yuhe shrugged her nose proudly, accepted Lin Yuxi's thanks, and then asked in a condescending manner:

"Did you really save Young Master Yang? How? Where did you save him?"

Although it was the prefect's wife who said it herself, she was still suspicious, wondering if she had recognized the wrong person.

Lin Yuxi blinked her eyes, touched Lin Yuhe's forehead with the back of her hand, and said innocently:

"Oh, could it be that Third Sister is ill? Madam just mentioned it, how come Third Sister forgot it so quickly?"

Lin Yuhe waved her hand away in disgust and glared at her coldly:

"Don't interrupt me, I'm asking you a question."

Lin Yuxi shook her head in embarrassment, looking very innocent:

"It's not that I don't want to tell you, it's just that the officials are very cautious. Madam didn't say it explicitly just now, but she gave me a hint and asked me to keep it secret. Look, didn't she give me hush money?"

Lin Yuxi pointed to the jade bracelet on her hand.

Lin Yuhe thought about it and felt that it made sense, but why did she encounter such a good thing?

Then he put on a smiling face again, took her hand warmly, and coaxed her, saying:

"Sister, you are just curious. Tell me in secret. I will never tell anyone."

Lin Yuxi sneered in her heart. Lin Yuhe was just like the poisonous snake that the farmer saved. She didn't know how to be grateful and would bite him back in the back. She frowned and shook her head.

Seeing that she was so ignorant, Lin Yuhe immediately withdrew her smile and hands and glared at her with a stern face.

The more he looked at her, the more annoying she became. Thinking of her flirting with Yang Chenchuan, the jealousy in his heart rose again, and murderous intent flashed in his eyes.