Greetings, Ninth Uncle

Cheng Yuanjing himself felt helpless. He admitted that rewards and punishments were clear, calm and rational, but now he found a reason for Cheng Yujin.

Cheng Yuanjing was silent for a while, and there was nothing he could do about her. Cheng Yuanjing's eyes were helpless, and he hated that iron was not steel.

How could Cheng Yujin's brain not work so well, he had to ignore him as a prince, and he was so full of energy to attract Lin Qingyuan. No matter how good Lin Qingyuan's future is, Qingyun is frank, and he is no better than a civil servant, Zaifu, who is comparable to him?

Cheng Yuanjing had no way of understanding. However, those who are superior can't directly express their thoughts, let alone reveal their preferences, most of the time rely on the following people to understand. The courtiers who can get along well are all masters of trying to figure out what they want.

Cheng Yuanjing grew up under strict education as a prince, especially when he was young. It's not good for him to tell Cheng Yujin directly to change the target to him, but Cheng Yujin's eyes are like rusty, and he can't understand what he means for a long time. Cheng Yuanjing was very helpless. Facing such a troublesome existence that he was reluctant to fight and could not bear to be cold, Cheng Yuanjing had no choice but to target other men.

Why does Cheng Yujin always make him angry, isn't it because these men outside are not decent, dangling in front of her all day long, disturbing Cheng Yujin's judgment? This matter is simple for His Royal Highness, the men who are an eyesore, just shovel them away.

Lin Qingyuan is the first on the blacklist.

Who is Cheng Yujin? She vaguely noticed that Cheng Yuanjing softened, and then he greeted Cheng Yuanjing like he didn't want money. He had neither principle nor position. Ninth Uncle was right. Lin Qingyuan clicked his tongue unbearably when he saw this. He knew that today was the day when the married daughter of the Cheng family returned to her parents' home. Cheng Yujin and Cheng Yuanjing still had things to do, and Lin Qingyuan couldn't stand Miss Cheng's thoughtlessness towards Cheng Yuanjing. With the appearance of chuī holding the book, he hurriedly said goodbye.

Cheng Yujin glanced at the two books and glanced carefully at Cheng Yuanjing. Cheng Yuanjing found that Cheng Yujin immediately retracted his gaze.

Cheng Yuanjing sent someone to fetch the two books of Lin Yuan's poetry collection. Cheng Yujin was particularly afraid that Cheng Yuanjing would expose her shortcomings in public. Fortunately, Cheng Yuanjing seemed very generous and did not expose her in front of Lin Qingyuan.

However, as soon as Lin Qingyuan left, Cheng Yuanjing's expression was no longer concealed, and it was obviously cold. Cheng Yujin didn't need to maintain her face in front of outsiders, she immediately knelt down and moved to Cheng Yuanjing, flatteringly dragged Cheng Yuanjing's sleeve: "Ninth Uncle, I was wrong."

Cheng Yuanjing didn't move, and he didn't even glance at her: "My niece arranged everything very well, what's wrong?"

Cheng Yujin heard that she was more docile, pulled Cheng Yuanjing's sleeve obediently, and said with a wink, "It's all my fault, the ninth uncle came back in a hurry, but I didn't greet the ninth uncle at the first time. On New Year's Eve, I waited all night, I clearly made up my mind to be the first to say Happy New Year to the ninth uncle, but I didn't wait for anyone, and I didn't wait for the first day of the new year. Today, the second sister and the others all came back. I didn't want to see Huo Changyuan in the main courtyard, so I avoided going for a walk. Unexpectedly I actually missed Uncle Ninth."

Cheng Yuanjing was originally a foreigner. Although he had a cold face, he was actually reluctant to treat Cheng Yujin. Now that Cheng Yujin said that he had waited for him all night on New Year's Eve, his heart softened even more.

As for the truth of this remark, Cheng Yuanjing did not want to identify it. It's enough that these words just come out of her mouth.

Cheng Yuanjing's mood improved, but his face was still cold: "Then let me ask you, where did you go wrong?"

Cheng Yuanjing's expression control skills are first-rate, and Cheng Yujin didn't see that Cheng Yuanjing was no longer angry. Seeing Cheng Yuanjing's cold face, she thought that he was still calm, she recognized his mistake very seriously, and did not dare to add water: "I shouldn't avoid the crowd to come to the flower hall, I shouldn't miss the ninth uncle, I shouldn't say that those two books are in me here."

Cheng Yujin looked at Cheng Yuanjing's face and spoke. Seeing that Cheng Yuanjing's face was always cold, she could only bite the bullet and continue to admit her mistake, her voice getting lower and lower.

Cheng Yuanjing didn't seem to let it go, and asked, "Just these?"

Cheng Yujin bit her lip secretly, is Cheng Yuanjing so ruthless, does she have to tell Lin Qingyuan's idea in person? Cheng Yujin gritted her teeth and said, "I shouldn't stop talking to Lin Bianxiu in the flower hall. Lin Bianxiu is a foreigner. When I see a foreigner, I should avoid him. I shouldn't stay alone in order to inquire about Ninth Uncle's news."

Cheng Yuanjing thought to himself that he really knew how to make up excuses and rhetoric. So, was she alone with Lin Qingyuan, or was it for him?

Cheng Yujin saw that Cheng Yuanjing did not express her position immediately, so she approached and held the hem of Cheng Yuanjing's clothes and called softly, "Ninth uncle."

The voice was gentle and sweet, Su soft to the bone. Cheng Yuanjing sighed and glanced at her with a straight face: "It's not an example."

"Yeah." Cheng Yujin suddenly smiled, and a dazzling light burst out from her eyes. Cheng Yuanjing lost his mind for a moment, and then heard Cheng Yujin laugh, and said crisply: "Ninth uncle, happy new year. In this new year, everything will go smoothly and everything you want will come true."

Cheng Yuanjing returned to his senses and laughed: "You still remember."

"Of course." Cheng Yujin saw that Cheng Yuanjing had calmed down, and no longer maintained an upright sitting posture, but leaned on the tea table with a crooked body. Cheng Yujin and Cheng Yuanjing were sitting on the same side, Cheng Yuanjing was still sitting upright, while Cheng Yujin supported the edge of the table with his arms, his posture was casual, his waist was slim, and he sighed like a decent sigh: "Unfortunately, I am not the first to congratulate Ninth Uncle for the New Year, and in the future, I will Must be the first."