North of the inner city, east of Wuyi Lane, in a remote courtyard house, different from the oppression that pervades the city. Although there is no sound of drums or festive decorations here, among the slaves who come and go, it can be seen from the brisk footsteps that something festive seems to have happened.

The owner of this house is named Ye Qingyuan, who is the teacher of the four princes of the dynasty. It stands to reason that the prince's teachers all have ranks, not to mention the enlightenment teachers of the four princes who are deeply favored. Judging from the current situation, Ye Qingyuan is likely to become a generation of emperors.

But the blame is here, Ye Qingyuan is still a white body, which also makes the magnates of the imperial capital puzzled. The magnates have their own set of intelligence sources, so these ordinary people can only see the identity of Ye Qingyuan's prince's teacher, and those magnates know that there is a brotherly relationship between Ye Qingyuan and Emperor Jinde.

Therefore, although Ye Qingyuan has no rank, he can still be regarded as a guest by the magnates, not because of his talent, but because of the Sacred Heart.

Ye Qingyuan's mansion is a bit shabby among the dignitaries in the imperial capital, but it has a little more artistic conception that the mansions of those dignitaries do not have.

The mansions of the big families in the imperial capital are extremely luxurious and magnificent, the golden silk nanmu, Anzhou treasure lacquer is a rare thing, and it is not enough in those mansions, not to mention that those famous craftsmen are time-consuming and labor-intensive, and the rafters of the eaves carved out little by little are extremely exquisite.

Ye Mansion is just a four-entry courtyard, without that kind of deliberate five-step first floor, ten steps and one scene. The bluestone paved in the front yard and the winding pebble paths in the inner courtyard are all unique.

In a gazebo in the back garden of the Ye family, a little girl with a double hair and a light cyan skirt is sitting upright. A six-year-old child should have been the most noisy, and she was caught up in a book in her hand. From a distance, the girl's entire face was buried in the book, and only when the pages were turned did the bun be slightly revealed.

"Girl, girl, my lord told you to go to his study."

A little girl about ten years old came from one end of the cloister, shouting and trotting.

"Wu'er, Sage Yun: Mount Tai collapsed and his face remained unchanged, look at your hurried appearance." Ye Jinqing said as he slowly put down the book in his hand.

The face that was originally hidden by the book also emerged little by little. The eyes are wonderful, and the eyes described in this word are not as good as the eyes in front of them. When I saw this pair of eyes, I no longer looked at other facial features, and I already had the posture of a captivating city.

Ye Jinqing closed the book, got up and walked to Wu'er.

"I don't know what kind of birthday gift my father has prepared for me this time."

As if remembering something interesting, Ye Jinqing couldn't help but squint her eyes and curled the corners of her lips.

As soon as Wu'er saw her girl with such an expression, she couldn't help but shudder, it seemed that most of the adult's private treasury was about to be embezzled again.

Ye Jinqing walked a few steps, and saw Wu'er who didn't keep up with Huang Shen, with that expression, you don't have to guess to know that she didn't think anything good about her. I don't pay attention to her anymore at the moment, after all, it's more interesting to see my father's tangled expression than to tease Wu'er.

After all, it's only once a year.

Ye Jinqing was a little curious, how could his father generously take the initiative to mention the birthday gift this year. You must know that since she asked for the Shui Yun Yan on her third birthday, in the next two years, she has picked out the things that her father values, and whenever her father hears the three words of birthday ceremony, he feels that he is cutting his heart.

Not long after leaving, Ye Qingyuan's book house was faintly visible. There is no such thing as those so-called celebrities, who would rather eat without meat than live without bamboo. Her father's study did not pretend to plant so many bamboos, but placed a few pots of peonies on both sides of the road.

Among the peonies in Jinyang, golden peonies are the most rare, but among the peonies placed on the side of the road, there are several pots of golden peonies. The gold was not dazzling gold, but a gold that slowly spread from the petals, like a golden halo, hazy and hazy over the peony flower. It is not dazzling, but it vividly suppresses a bright color around it.

Ye Jinqing skillfully pushed open the door of the study, and as soon as she lifted her skirt and stepped in, she saw her father in a white robe, leaning on a small futon on the low kang by the window, leisurely making tea.

That poured, poured, and put it indescribably free.

Seeing this, Ye Jinqing moved lightly between steps, her skirt was slightly swinging, and her freedom and strength were like Ye Qingyuan.

Ye Qingyuan looked at Ye Jinqing, whose temperament had changed greatly after entering the door, and said with a smile: "Jin'er, don't pretend again, for your father's style, how did you learn it at a young age." ”

Although he was so bluntly teased by his father, Ye Jinqing didn't hear it, walked to the dwarf kang by himself, and climbed onto the futon with his hands and feet. Although this posture is indecent, it does not damage the temperament by half a point, and it adds a bit of arbitrary freedom.

Ye Jinqing reached out and picked up a cup of freshly brewed tea without asking, and took a small sip before speaking.

Wang Xizhi studied under Mrs. Wei, and integrated Zhong Xuan's brushwork, and finally became self-contained. Today, although I am Xiaoer, I have my own way. ”

Ye Jinqing's words can not be described as unrestrained, first comparing himself with Wang Xizhi, and then saying that although I am imitating your style now, we have our own ways, and I will eventually be self-contained.

Although the people of the Great Yuan Kingdom are open, it is rare for a daughter to dare to say this to her father.

Who knows, when Ye Qingyuan heard this, he actually laughed heartily and shouted: "My son is talented, my son is talented." ”

Before Ye Qingyuan could finish his happiness, the door of the study was pushed open again. A beautiful woman who is twenty-eight years old pushes the door in.

"I didn't know that my husband taught Jin'er like this on weekdays. I also blamed me, how Jin'er's rules are not as good as day by day, but I actually learned from you. ”

The beautiful woman's willow eyebrows were slightly wrinkled, her phoenix eyes were glaring, and her lips were pursed. Ye Jinqing didn't dare to slack off anymore, got down from the couch, caressed the wrinkled skirt with her little hand, bent her knees slightly, put her hands on her chest, and saluted the beautiful woman.

At this time, Ye Jinqing still has the same casualness as before, as if she is a young lady with all manners. makes people think that the person they saw before is just a dream.

Without waiting for the beautiful woman to speak, Ye Jinqing adhered to the idea that the enemy was strong and I was weak, and showed that the enemy was weak, so she first bowed to the beautiful woman and said goodbye. The beautiful woman still wanted to speak, but Ye Qingyuan blocked her exit. Seeing her daughter drifting away, the beautiful woman glared angrily at Ye Qingyuan beside her.

Ye Qingyuan took the beautiful woman's hand and said, "Ah Li, you don't know Jin'er's temper, why do you keep detaining her." ”

Hearing this, Shen Li frowned slightly, and said worriedly: "Why do I want to detain her, Jin'er is too smart, I'm afraid that she will hurt her wisdom, not to mention that she is only six years old, but she reads Nashlaozi's "Taigong Art of War", is this a daughter's family should read, I don't mean it's bad to read more of these books, it's just that she likes it, I really, really ......"

"I understand."

Ye Qingyuan gently hugged Shen Li, stroked her hair and said: "I don't know what you're worried about, if Jin'er is a man, you won't have this worry, the restraint on women in this world is superfluous men." But Ali, you have to believe that Jin'er, because of her intelligence, she will not put herself in a dilemma, not to mention, isn't there still us. ”

Shen Li leaned on Ye Qingyuan's arms, although she couldn't completely let go of her worries, she also believed in her husband's ability. Shen Li raised his head from Ye Qingyuan's arms and said jokingly: "What birthday gift has my husband prepared for Jin'er this year." Looking at his wife's teasing expression, Ye Qingyuan was not annoyed, and pretended to lean down mysteriously in Shen Li's ear.

"This is a heavenly opportunity, and it must not be divulged."

Shen Li was annoyed and angry, stretched out his hand and twisted Ye Qingyuan's waist, Ye Qingyuan lowered the corners of his mouth, but still did not reveal half a point. Shen Li ignored him and pushed the door out to see how the birthday banquet was prepared.