Returning to the Marquis Mansion.
Jiang Ning sent someone to deliver the inkstone to Jiang Mengyue's room.
She didn't want to get into trouble with this. Jiang Minglan didn't want to see her in the first place, so why should she abuse herself and ask for trouble.
If she went to deliver the inkstone, Jiang Minglan would definitely smash it to pieces on the spot just to embarrass her.
If Jiang Mengyue "accidentally" leaked that she actually bought the inkstone, Jiang Minglan would be even more resentful, thinking that she had evil intentions and taking the credit for herself.
Jiang Ning sneered. She had been through many pitfalls in her previous life, so she naturally knew what this white lotus was thinking.
As for the inkstone that she was going to give to her eldest brother...she would go there in person.
Jiang Ning took the wrapped brocade box and went to find Jiang Mingcheng.
This was the first time she stepped into Jiang Mingcheng's yard.
As soon as he reached the door of the yard, a lame old man stepped forward to stop him, "Stop, you are not allowed to enter the young master's house without permission."
The old man's body was stooped and his eyes were gray, but he could feel the coldness on his body.
Jiang Ning stopped and did not walk in.
She didn't know her eldest brother's habits, so since she couldn't go in, forget it.
She handed over the brocade box and said, "This is the inkstone I am giving to my eldest brother. Please send it to my eldest brother's room."
The old man's eyes fell on the brocade box, took it, then turned around and walked slowly into the house.
Inside the house.
Jiang Mingcheng was slightly stunned when he saw the wrapped brocade box, then reached over and opened the lid.
There is a fine Duan inkstone inside.
There was a slight movement on his calm face, "Did she say something?"
The old housekeeper was hunched over, his attitude was respectful, and he was very loyal to the person in front of him. "Miss Jiang Ning didn't say anything, she just asked the old slave to hand the inkstone to the young master."
Jiang Mingcheng looked at it for a while, then took out the inkstone and put it on the table.
"Just use this one and put away the old one."
The old housekeeper was a little surprised, "Master, that is the inkstone gifted by the Emperor..." The inkstone given by the Emperor is not used, but you want to use this?
Jiang Mingcheng's lips curved into a faint smile, "I like this piece very much."
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When Jiang Ning returned to Ning'an Courtyard, she didn't think much about giving the inkstone. Anyway, she never thought about using gifts to bring the relationship closer between the brother and sister.
The eldest brother has an indifferent temperament and is not close to anyone.
Even Jiang Mengyue had spent a lot of effort to please Jiang Mingcheng, but Jiang Mingcheng's attitude was cold and indifferent, and she had no choice but to give up in the end.
Unexpectedly, at sunset, the servants in Jiang Mingcheng's yard sent a return gift.
"Return gift?"
Jiang Ning never expected that her cold brother would give her a gift in return.
She took the scroll, returned to the room spread it out to read, and found that there were copybooks, all written by Jiang Mingcheng himself. The handwriting was neat and elegant, and the strong and powerful momentum was restrained, which was more suitable for women to practice calligraphy.
This was written specifically for her by her Elder brother.
Jiang Ning's heart was touched and she felt a warmth.
She just gave her an inkstone, and her eldest brother was so attentive that he personally sorted out the copybooks for her.
Jiang Mingcheng's calligraphy was praised by the Emperor, and the poems he wrote once moved the entire capital, which shows how precious these calligraphers are.
Jiang Ning put away the copybook carefully and practiced calligraphy according to this copybook from now on.
"What? Brother gave Jiang Ning something?" Jiang Mengyue couldn't believe it and her eyes widened.
Hong Zhu nodded, "I can see clearly that the boy beside the eldest master went to Ning'an Courtyard and was holding something in his hand."
"How is it possible..."
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