Meng Wei rubbed her forehead, put down her hand and picked up the rice paper full of words: "Whatever the slave said, it is the second time to write, even if it doesn't seem to be very good, but I can recognize what to read?" The slave didn't believe that the little marquis had a good handwriting when he first learned to write. ”

Ye Zichuan was stunned for a moment, remembering that when he first started writing, he was soft and collapsed, and there was no pen edge, so he was also beaten by his own Lao Tzu, and later if it wasn't for his own Lao Tzu to bring him to the study and let him practice calligraphy for an hour every morning and evening, he was afraid that it would take a long time to be presentable.

But who is Ye Zichuan?

Naturally, this kind of thing will not be said, but will scoff at Meng Wei's words: "You are really right, the master's words are naturally so good-looking, you can't catch up with the master even if you practice for decades." ”

Speaking of Ye Zichuan's words, Meng Wei really sighed, although some people are not very reliable, in addition to their good looks, they have been discovered by her to have the same merits.

She doesn't know much about the style of writing, and she doesn't know much about the handwriting style of those ancient literati, but her appreciation is the same.

Let's just say that the wall next to Ye Zichuan's desk is hung with the words he wrote himself: Xiaoyao.

Although there are only two words, it is really good-looking, Meng Wei still thinks that one day if she serves this master well, she will reward her with calligraphy and painting, and she can sell it for a lot of money.

Meng Wei was in her head, but she suddenly felt a pain in her head, looking at the culprit Ye Zichuan, Meng Wei was dissatisfied: "Little Hou Ye, can you change places?" It's easy to be stupid to always hit the head! ”

"Ye is obviously 'gentle' to touch you, but Ye never hits women, so you can rest assured, besides, you are not very smart, and you can't even write words"

Meng Wei: I feel like I've been hit hard!

Taking two deep breaths, Meng Wei tried to calm the resentment in her heart, and silently picked up the brush to practice calligraphy, she almost thought that she was a little girl in her early tens, what was it like to compete with a child who didn't have the same hair as a teenager?

Ye Zichuan saw Meng Wei writing with a serious expression, and originally wanted to laugh at it, but after thinking about it, he returned to his seat and picked up the half-seen book and continued to read.

Meng Wei wrote, feeling a little depressed, and opened the window slightly, it is said that the window should be opened in this summer, but Ye Zichuan is a person who is afraid of heat, and ice cubes are placed in all corners of the study, so in such a cool 'air-conditioned room', if the window is opened, the cold air outside will rush in, and the cooling effect will be greatly reduced.

Before opening the window, Meng Wei smelled a faint fragrance, and then found that the osmanthus tree in the yard had bloomed, and the breeze was blowing, and the small osmanthus flowers fell with the wind, mixed with a faint fragrance of osmanthus flowers.

Only then did she suddenly remember that it was already August, and she hadn't noticed it when she came in the morning, but now she smelled this faint aroma, which made people's irritability seem to be soothed a lot.

"What are you doing with the windows open?"

Meng Wei sniffed: "Little Hou Ye, do you smell it?" Osmanthus blossomed. ”

Ye Zichuan sniffed, but said expressionlessly: "What if you smell it?" Don't you want to learn from those women's pretentious flower petal washing? Or funeral flowers? ”

Chu Jingfeng said that such a woman is the most kind and pitiful, but he thinks that this kind of woman is too pretentious, what is there to bury a flower?

You must know that there are a lot of flowers planted in the streets of the capital, and if they are flowers, they will be buried. Isn't it impossible to go out in the spring?

Otherwise, it will take a whole day to go out just to bury flowers.

"The slave just thinks that this osmanthus can be made into those delicious things."

Ye Zichuan: When he didn't ask.

Thinking of this, Meng Wei couldn't help but get up, and slapped her hands suddenly: "The slave maid thought of it, the little marquis, the slave and maid characters have also been practiced, so I will go to the kitchen first, and come back later." ”

Walking to the door, Meng Wei paused again: "Little Hou Ye, there are a few osmanthus trees in this courtyard, I wonder if the slave can let people collect some to eat?" ”

"As long as it's food, you can pick it as you like."

"Thank you, little marquis."

Meng Wei was in a good mood, and the endless supply of some food about osmanthus in her brain reminded her of the hand washing water she used to soak in osmanthus before, and her heart ached, and she forgot that osmanthus could be eaten at that time, which was really a terrible thing.

"What?" Aunt Lin stared in disbelief, feeling that she might have misheard just now, "What are you doing to pick flowers?" ”

Aunt Lin is slightly chubby, but she is reluctant to go out to bask in the sun - even if the sun in the morning is not scorching, even if the kitchen is busier than outside, but with Aunt Lin's love for the kitchen and the perennial habit of the temperature of the kitchen, she is reluctant to go out.

"It just so happens that we're okay now, Aunt Lin, you take us for a walk in the house, otherwise if we accidentally treat some of Madame's precious flowers as ordinary flowers, won't we be beaten?"

In fact, during this time, Meng Wei had already visited the house, and knew that a lot of flowers and plants were just for ornamentation, which was not very expensive, but she was careful to sail the boat for ten thousand years, and she didn't understand those precious flowers and plants, after all, in addition to people, there are living things, in her eyes, they are probably divided into two kinds: those that can be eaten and those that cannot be eaten.

"Xiaowei, the kitchen in that yard is a little far away, if I walk over, I will have to sweat profusely, you still take Zhen'er and a few of their little maids to follow you, and you forgot that I will wait a while to go to the house to see the beef you want."

"Okay then, but I don't know much about those flowers and plants."

"Aunt Lin, why don't I go with Xiaowei, I'm familiar with this house."

Sister-in-law Li automatically asked for help, and Aunt Lin also felt that she was doing things properly and carefully, so she couldn't help but nodded: "Anyway, we don't have anything to do now, Xiao Li, you can accompany them, and go out for a walk by the way." ”

Although Sister-in-law Li is careful, perhaps because of her new daughter-in-law, she is always very shy, and often buries herself in the things in her hands without saying a word, even Aunt Li also thinks that Sister-in-law Li should be closer to Meng Wei.

"Okay, Zhen'er, let's take a bamboo basket and go, go to the Sichuan Courtyard to pick osmanthus flowers first, and then go to the garden to see what other flowers there are."

There are not many osmanthus flowers in the Chuan Ju Courtyard, only three, after all, Ye Zichuan is a man, and the appreciation of this flower is not as keen as a woman.

It's just that this osmanthus tree is still relatively tall, Meng Wei looked up at it for a while, and before she could speak, the small mirror brought a ladder.

"This is what the little marquis ordered to you, and the horse steward said that the little marquis is happy and quiet, don't make a loud noise."

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