Wu Dashan people have not read too many books, of course they don't know the allusions to Shanglin, the first time they heard this name, they felt domineering, which could bring out the identity of his Wu family's Taibancheng, and was about to agree, but then Daozi said it was not good, saying that this garden was only for pleasure and elegance, only for his father and Mr. Liu to have fun in their spare time, why take such a big name?

It's better to call it a small tour.

Because the small tour can not only highlight the elegance of the literati, but also reflect the freshness and elegance.

Liu Xiucai's face turned red when he heard this, and at this time, after Daozi said that the name Shanglin was too big, he remembered that Shanglin was the name of the royal garden of the Han Dynasty.

Looking at Liu Xiucai folding his fan to hide his face, although Wu Dashan didn't know the specific reason, he must have a deep relationship with the words of his beloved son Fang Cai, and he said with his father's dignified cold face that Daozi should not be rude to Mr. Liu.

However, the eyes revealed that he loved and satisfied Daozi, but it became deeper and deeper.

In the small garden, there is no bamboo planted like the traditional scholar garden, because Wu Dashan people think that bamboo attracts snakes, and they are afraid that they will be bitten by snakes when they play.

The cobblestone path is flanked by elegant bluegrass and colorful lotus, and they are blooming in their spring scenery.

Under a peach, the maid Mei'er is fertilizing the peach. When she saw that the little master was coming, she hurriedly put down the flower hoe and came to say hello.

Daozi looked at Mei'er with a flowery face, smiled, and stretched out her little hand to wipe the mud off her face for her.

Daozi shook her head and sighed in a posture that the widow could not teach, and the maids who provoked Mei'er and the small garden came to say hello were smiling like a spring breeze and swaying flowers.

Mei'er, the leading maid selected by Daozi to take care of Xiaoyouyuan, is two years older than Xing'er, and her background is similar to Xing'er, and she was sold into the house.

This maid, Daozi always wants to see her softness, but he can't find it, Daozi is very strange, why the same tragic encounter, Xing'er and Mei'er's personalities are so different.

Apricot was shy and timid at first, and then she opened her teeth and claws; Mei'er opened her teeth and claws at first, and then she was shy and gentle.

From this incident, Daozi became more and more sure of the consciousness of the life of the two lives, and the experience of a person cannot completely determine a person's character.

When Daozi and the other maids were laughing, Mei'er finally removed the mud on her face, at this time her face was red and fluttering like a baby's skin, she squatted down, looked at Daozi, and said with a smile: "Little master, that plum blossom has bloomed, I really praise it!" ”

The plum blossom in Xing'er's mouth, Daozi knows, was given to him by Liu Xiucai last winter, saying that it was his beloved thing.

In fact, the Taoist who has been a person in two lives knows that where is Liu Xiucai's plum blossom beloved? It's just that he came to Wu Mansion to eat and drink for a long time, and he couldn't get over it on his conscience, so he sent something elegant to reduce the guilt that the sage taught him.

In Daozi's heart, if it is a beloved thing, how can it be given away? Just like his father and mother, for him it is a "beloved thing", for his father and mother, he will never give it away.

Fangfei in the garden, Daozi is very comfortable to see, he looks at the butterflies on the peony on the left, and the tree is full of begonias on the right, when the wind comes, such as the white hair of the beauty fluttering.

After passing behind the rockery, walking through the fence, I saw a foot of the wall, and at this time there was a plum blossom with thick branches.

Plum blossoms are white, white as snow, just like Liu Xiucai often boasts of himself, plum blossoms should be like the quality of our readers, because of the mud and not stained, Ling Feng is proud of the snow and not dying.

It's just that Liu Xiucai didn't notice that the plum blossoms now don't like snowy days.

The warm spring breeze blew on Daozi's face, at this time he was looking at the plum blossom dementedly, a colorful butterfly landed on his shoulder, Mei'er hurriedly asked the maids who followed Daozi to silence, for fear of destroying the most beautiful scenery.

Daozi seemed to realize that something was wrong behind him, he turned his head to look, and saw that the maids were looking at him in amazement at this time, he couldn't help but wonder, and the moment he stood up, about twenty colorful butterflies flew up from him, and then trampled around him.

Daozi was very surprised when he saw this scene, he was not a fragrant concubine or a spirit bead fairy grass, why did the butterfly surround himself?

Daozi was puzzled, but this kind of doubt was said by the people who were spectators, but they saw that their little master was born with Linghan. Because if it were an ordinary child, he would definitely beckon to catch butterflies, but his own young master didn't, he just quietly watched these fluttering butterflies.

"Little master, isn't it an immortal in the sky?" Mei'er thought to herself.

Also, didn't Uncle Wu say that the reason why the little young master was born was related to the Taoist priest of the White Jade Temple?

Isn't that Taoist priest a guide in heaven looking for destined people?

Mer thought of a possibility, and hurriedly blocked her mouth with her hand that could be stuffed into the little egg.

Daozi naturally didn't know what Mei'er was thinking, and at this time he was thinking about a question, why were the butterflies willing to surround him, instead of Mei'er, who had a faint fragrance of flowers, or other maids?

Michiko stretched out his hand, and a large colorful butterfly landed on his fingers, feeling the tiny claws of the big butterfly tickling on his fingers, Michiko smiled, because he realized a truth.

People have spirituality, they are good, and they are always loved, so why not the weak animals of this world?

Yourself harmless with butterflies, butterflies naturally love it.

The butterflies seemed tired of communicating with Michiko, or maybe there was a bigger butterfly calling them home, and the butterflies flew away anyway.

Daozi looked away at these butterflies, and at this time, a rather large boy ran in in a hurry.

Daozi looked at the young man and smiled slightly, the young man is Uncle Wu's grandson, six or seven.

Mei'er saw Liuqi running profusely, and frowned: "Liuqi, it's all your fault, the butterflies are scared away."

Liuqi heard Sister Mei'er scolding him, and the whole person scratched his head, aren't butterflies on those flowers? How did I scare away?

Daozi saw that Mei'er was still talking about the stupid and honest Six Seven, and interjected: "Brother Six and Seven, what happened?" ”

Daozi is very kind and polite to the subordinates of the Wu Mansion, especially to those who are not much older than him, the male brother and the female sister.

Regarding Daozi's approach, Wu Dashan and Wu Liu's family didn't say much, after all, they spoiled Daozi too much.

When Liuqi heard Daozi's words, he remembered what was going on, and hurriedly told Daozi how he saw the kitchen cook wasting the Wu family's property.

The maids next to her were menacing, with a posture of rolling up their sleeves to trouble the cook, Mei'er also wanted to say a few words, but when she saw her little master, she twisted her eyebrows and thought about it, and her ruddy sandalwood mouth wanted to say something, and finally took it back.

Daozi is precocious, Mei'er knows, otherwise it would be impossible for the master to leave some trivial matters at home to the little master, and of course the reason for the favor of the master and the lady is not ruled out.

However, the trivial matters handled by Daozi often end up making everyone happy. Mei'er believes that her little master can also end happily in dealing with the chef's waste of family property this time.

Daozi didn't say much, but walked out of the small garden and hurried in the direction of their kitchen.