"Where do you live? Who else is in the family? Why do you live in a temple? The boy poured himself a cup of tea, and found that the water was already cold, so he only took a sip and put it down.

Youshu quickly cleaned herself, opened the cage and rummaged for a while, and the white and tender little ass was facing the boy. The young man wanted to laugh a little again, stepped forward, took out a thick cotton jacket from the box, and wrapped it around him.

"Thank you. You sit down, I can take care of myself, and it's no problem to take care of you. Youshu patted her small breasts, then dried her body and hair with a cloth towel, and then put on her dirty clothes and pants and cotton jacket.

The body was dry, and Shu let out a long breath, dragged out a small box from under the bed, and asked, "Are you hungry?" Shall I invite you to eat? Fang was frightened, and he needed something to eat to suppress the shock.

"I just had dinner half an hour ago." The boy waved his hand and refused.

Youshu was happy in her heart, her eyes rolled, and the appearance of her mouth was wrong to make the young man laugh secretly. Like all people in the last days, Youshu not only has the habit of hoarding food, but is also extremely stingy in sharing. Whoever wants to take food from his mouth is tantamount to asking for his life, and the question just now is just polite.

Seeing Xiao Douding digging and digging in the placket, he finally took out a key, and hung it firmly around his neck with a red rope, the young man thought that there was some treasure hidden in the box, but when he opened it, it was all dry food, steamed buns, cakes and other things wrapped in oil paper, and he immediately shook his head and smiled.

"Beware of getting rancid." He kindly reminded him.

"It's cold now, and it won't be ranciful." Youshu took out an oiled paper bag, locked the box instead, pushed it under the bed, and hid the key in her underwear.

"I'll make a charcoal fire, you wait." As if he was worried that the young man would steal food, he stuffed the oiled paper bag into his arms, carried a small charcoal basin, and ran to the front yard to ask the monk for fire.

The young man stood at the door and watched from afar, and saw that Xiao Douding secretly handed the monk a few copper plates, asked for high-quality charcoal and a few sparks, and then flew all the way back, running while turning the small charcoal basin, so that the sparks quickly ignited under the cold wind. When Xiao Douding ran closer, the charcoal fire was already burning very strongly, and a hot breath came to his face, which made the young man's cold eyebrows melt a little.

"Go back and sit on the fire, it's cold outside." Youshu pushed the boy and took the door with him. He took out the oil-paper bag in his arms and opened it to see that there were two cold and hard steamed buns inside.

"There are hot steamed buns in the stove room, you should be able to get a few more if you go now." The boy pointed in the direction of the stove.

"I want to eat baked steamed buns." Youshu put the iron tongs on the charcoal basin, put the steamed buns on it, and turned it twice from time to time.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a rich smell of burnt fire wafted through the air, making people's index fingers move. Youshu swallowed saliva frequently, regardless of the hot steamed buns, she immediately picked it up and broke it in half, and took a big bite, because she ate it too quickly, her throat made a whining sound.

The young man raised one eyebrow and stared at Xiao Douding with interest. He had to admit that the other party was very good at taking care of himself, he was only five years old and could take care of his life in an orderly manner, and he knew how to make his life better. Except for one thing, he seems to have an unusual attachment to food.

Seeing that the little bean was eating sweetly, the young man who was depressed and lost his appetite felt a little hungry. He flipped through another steamed bun placed on the tongs and asked, "Can I eat some?" ”

Youshu's eating action paused slightly, and there were traces of struggle in his eyes. Pleasing a boy can save his life, but food is the same as life, and the amount of the two is the same, how to choose? It's not the end of the world now, after these things are eaten, Mother Song will send some over. Thinking of this, Youshu nodded with difficulty.

How could the young man not see his reluctance, seeing that he was eating, but his eyes were staring directly at himself, more precisely staring at the steamed bun in his hand, and there was a secret smile in his heart. How can this little bean be so protective of food? And he doesn't know how to hide his feelings at all. Funny, really funny? It's good to stay by your side and raise it, at least you can have fun.

Taking a bite of the burnt steamed bun, the young man's cold face was completely soothed. He hadn't had a good meal for a long time, and as long as he thought that he would never go back to Beijing, he was depressed and stuck in his throat. But now, looking at the young child who treats the steamed bun in his hand as supreme delicious, he actually feels that his life is not so bad now.

"Take it." He took out five taels of silver from his purse.

Youshu took it and asked stupidly, "What to do?" ”

"Your money from the sale."

"I don't sign a death contract." Youshu put the silver on the table, and her tone was slightly nervous, "Is it okay to sign a living deed every five years?" ”

"Yes." The boy didn't care about that. Five-year-old children, no matter how smart they are, what can they do? Could it be that it is still a meticulous work sent by his enemies? This is highly unlikely.

Although I think so, I can't do less research. The young man signed a living contract with Youshu, and when he returned to his courtyard, the two guards had already checked Youshu's background clearly.

"Wang Xiangqian's sister-in-law?" The boy groaned, shook his head and sighed. is also a son-in-law, and he was also disgusted by his father, but he didn't expect the young child to be in the same disease as himself. Wang Xiangqian is the secretary of the military department, the backbone of the Taiyi family, and he spoiled his concubine and killed his wife and caused his sister-in-law to be exiled, but he could use it a little.

"Go pick him up." The young man waved his hand at the guard, and as soon as the words fell, there was a sound of clattering snow outside the door.

The guard pushed the door and looked, but saw a three-foot-tall toddler holding a huge package, walking slowly, step by step. The package was huge, and he was so short that from a distance it looked like the package had a pair of legs and could walk on his own.

"Poof...... The two guards couldn't hold back and laughed.

The young man put his fist to his lips, so that he would not be rude to others. This little bean is obviously withdrawn, and he doesn't please people, but his every move is full of joy, and he can always make people laugh inadvertently.

"Why don't you find someone to help you?" Motioning for the guards to pick up the package, the boy took a few steps forward and pulled Douding into the room.

The structure of the wings of Kaiyuan Temple is almost the same, only the size and pattern are slightly different. The boy's room is the best, but for a royal family, I am afraid it can only be called "simple". The furnishings in the room are very simple, a table and four chairs, a bed, a cabinet and a brazier, and there is no furniture next to it.

Youshu swept it away, and already understood that although the young man was a royal family, he was in a difficult situation right now, and he was afraid that he would have to do it so much compared to himself. He shook off the snowdrops on his shoes, imitated the movements of the two guards, bent down at the young man, and said solemnly, "Master, if you have something, please command." ”

"Poof......" The two guards laughed again. Xiaodouding is only three feet tall, and he thinks that he can catch up with the eight-foot man with his majestic and majestic voice, his solemn expression, cautious and proud tone, and his slimy little milk voice, the contrast is so great that people can laugh out of tears.

The teenager found that whenever he met a young child, he would habitually put his fist to his lips. He doubted that his ability to be temperamental would eventually be abolished by young children. Slowly walking to the desk, staring down at the notebook, the feeling of laughter dissipated slightly, and he commanded, "Will you grind the ink?" Help me sharpen my ink. Because he was banished, he encountered several assassinations on the way, and his entourage was already dead, and only two of the guards survived. Of course, this is only on the surface.

"Yes." Youshu is quite confident. He was not timid, let alone restrained, and walked to the desk with a small chest only to find that although he was full of skills, he was not tall enough, not to mention grinding ink, even if he stood on tiptoe, he couldn't see where the inkstone was. Stretching his neck to look and see, standing on tiptoe and circling and circling, the roots of his ears were red little by little, and he only felt that he was about to commit embarrassment and phobia.

The young man was concentrating on the post, as if he didn't notice anything, but the coldness in his eyes had long been replaced by a thick smile, and his left fist was habitually placed on his lips. The two guards kept shaking their shoulders and let out a short laugh from their mouths, where did this cub come from, it was so funny.

Youshu was calm, but the roots of his ears were already red, and he moved a chair and put it on the side of the desk, and then climbed up with his hands and feet, and finally saw the inkstone. He cleared his throat, and then talked eloquently, "The ink grinding should be light and heavy, the speed and slowness should be moderate, the posture must be correct, the vertical and flat holding of the ink must be maintained, and the inkstone should be vertically circled, not obliquely grinding or pushing straight, let alone grinding at will." Liu Gongquan has the so-called 'pen is correct', and the same is true for grinding ink, and the heart is correct and the ink is also correct, if the ink is not skewed, it is not elegant, and the ink is not evenly polished......"

Youshu felt that it was necessary for the boy to see his erudition and ability, otherwise it would be difficult to wash away the previous stupid impression. This is not an ordinary person, but his life talisman, which must be firmly grasped, and it is best to achieve the inseparable Cheng dù. The person who can be inseparable from the master is definitely the henchman of the confidants, and this is his goal.

Feeling that the ink was enough, Youshu wiped the ink strip clean, put it aside to dry, and then looked at the young man with his small chest, his eyes were shining, and he was particularly attentive, but his face was expressionless, and he seemed to be very strict.

The young man glanced at him, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, looked at him again, twitched again, and then put his left fist against his lips and said in a muffled voice, "It's a good grind." But the small appearance of being anxious to express oneself and to be recognized is even more interesting.

Youshu breathed a sigh of relief, still standing on the stool, with his hands behind his back and his face solemn, as if he was waiting for orders at any time. In fact, he was used to serving people in his previous life. In order to stay in the institute, he began to work as a handyman at the age of ten, and most of those scientists were not diligent, and they had to be helped with everything except going to the toilet, eating and sleeping.

Although the boy was born with a noble background, he has a gentle temper and is not demanding, and this job is easier than Youshu imagined.