Wanxi couldn't help but be fascinated by: "It sounds like a fresh way to play. Your master is worthy of Yuxiu's famous family, and these things are also very interesting! If there is a chance in the future, I will learn from your master!"

After finishing his words, Wanxi brought Xianchun to the Ninth Concubine's Book Pavilion.

They kept pushing the door and walked in, but the Nine Concubines had not woken up yet.

Wanxi walked around the desk and saw a painting under Jiufujin's arm, which was half-painted "Red Leaves and Love Qiu". The red leaves were bright red and dazzling, making the whole scroll vivid.

Wanxi couldn't help but whisper: "Look at the color of the red leaves, it must be made with the best cinnabar."

They were already talking in their ears, but Lampe still didn't move at all.

Wanxi walked around again and couldn't help but stand at the angle opposite the Lan Peishu's desk.

Because the painting was half drawn, Lampe fell asleep and lay directly on the painting, and the cinnabar and ink dyed Lampe's sleeves red.

Wanxi couldn't help frowning.

Xianchun found that Wanxi's expression was strange, so he hurriedly stepped forward and asked in a low voice: "What's wrong with Master?"

Wanxi pointed to Lan Pei's sleeve and said, "It's okay to have a sleeve. Jiufujin was born into a scholarly scholar and he is such an elegant person. In theory, such a painting drawn with high-quality cinnabar should be a work of attentiveness. How could he fall asleep on it and let his sleeves blur the scroll?"

Xianchun was also surprised: "Yes. Although I am not good at calligraphy and painting, I can see that such a painting has been painted for at least three or five days. I have been dyed like this, but Isn't all my efforts going to be wasted?"

Wanxi frowned: "Unless she is really sleepy and can't control herself, she will fall down... But then again, what did Jiufujin do, why is he so sleepy?"

Wanxi closed her eyes and thought carefully, and suddenly ordered Xianchun to sternly: "Xianchun, please wake up the Nine Concubine on my behalf!"

Lampe was really "awakened" rather than "awakened".

She woke up and was stunned: "Master Ling? Miss Xianchun? When will you two come? Why am I asleep?"

Wanxi hurriedly made tea for Lampai, asking her to help Lampai and pour two large cups hotly. Then she asked: "How long has it been since the Jiufujin was so drowsy?"

Lampe lowered his head and thought about it carefully, Bihai said first: "It looks like ten days and half a month. But at first, the concubine woke up as soon as she shouted, but she couldn't wake up these days."

Wanxi took a breath and nodded to Bihai and Lanqiao: "I have a few words to say to your master alone, you can step down first."

Bihai and Lanqiao retreated, and Lampe couldn't help but ask in surprise: "Master, is this..."

Wanxi glanced at Xianchun, and Xianchun hurried to the door to guard.

Wanxi then said, "Bihai and Lanqiao are your dowry girls, but they are about the age of you and are still young girls of sixteen or seventeen, but they are still not as calm as you, so I won't tell them to listen for the time being."

Lampe nodded, "Please tell me, please."

Wanxi turned to the beginning and saw the fallen leaves drying on the stone slab through the half-open window frame.

"As soon as I entered the yard, I felt that the method of dealing with fallen leaves by Bihai and Lanqiao was interesting, so I asked a few questions. They said that you used the leaves to boil water and warm tea, and also played with oracle bone divination... I wonder if you have played these days?"

Lampe smiled embarrassedly: "...Although it was just August, the garden was getting colder earlier, so I took them to play with him a few times."
Chapter completed!