Chapter 9: Bruises
"Come, mother, hug."
Shi Qingqian was hugged by the eldest lady and turned his head to look at Shen Shu.
He smiled calmly, blinking suddenly.
Shi Qingqian stared at him, his gaze suddenly stopped at his wrist where his sleeve had not yet fallen, and on the side near the artery, there was a faint bluish purple.
As a bald Chinese medicine student, Shi Qingqian can be sure that it is not a bruise from a beating, but more like a bruise from the body......
But before she could take a closer look, the dark green silver-edged long sleeves had already hung down, covering her fingers cleanly.
"This thing ......"
Shi Yuan, who followed over, saw the jade pendant with half silk in his arms at a glance, frowned, and looked at the white-clothed Zhong Wan on the side, who bent over indifferently: "Master Hou's daughter has exquisite chess skills, Zhong Mou has been taught, this thing is a thank you gift to the young lady." ”
When he said this, he didn't involve anything else, but it was hard to refuse.
Shi Yuan pursed his lips and said that he should give this gift: "Ben Hou thanked the head of the Zhong Yuan for the little girl. ”
To be able to enter the Hanlin Academy, whether it is to be able to get a bachelor's and a Confucian professor, and more importantly, to be with the princes and princes from time to time.
Shi Yuan has been in the officialdom for many years, and if the way of nature can be used to marry a certain prince, it is naturally the most labor-saving way.
But for Shi Qingqian, he was absolutely reluctant.
The chess game has been decided, everyone's interest is exhausted, the banquet is about to begin, and everyone is seated.
As Miss Hou Fuyan, and the top pet of Hou Ye and various little boys, she doesn't have to sit at the same table with Shi Peng's young ladies, but sits at the main table with Shi Yuan.
Shi Ke and Shen Shu were also at this table, and Mu He and Shi Nian could only sit at the other table.
Although his hands are still small and with some flesh, Shi Qingqian can already use chopsticks.
It's just that the silver chopsticks are too long, and she only takes half of it, and it is a little difficult to pick up the dishes, but it is particularly cute.
Mu He's father, Mu Shangshu, picked up the cup and wanted to toast, but Shi Yuan refused, because Shi Qingqian rubbed her father's chin for a while, and his little face was wrinkled.
"Wine, stinky!"
Her little head shook like a rattle, and she used her whole body to express her resistance to the smell of wine.
Since then, Shi Yuan has rarely touched alcohol.
Mu Shangshu expressed his understanding and quipped, ordinary people are because of the coquettishness of the insiders, and the Dushi Hou Ye's favorite daughter is here.
The dishes were all made according to Shi Qingqian's taste, so she also ate happily.
Pink chewed the vegetables with a small mouth, and everyone moved their index fingers when they saw her so appetizing.
Because his arms were very short, the dishes in the bowl were all sandwiched by the eldest lady, Shi Qingqian finished eating the last piece of fish, but wanted to pick up the vegetables but found that his mother was laughing and talking with his father, and he didn't notice himself for a while.
Just as she leaned forward on the table to reach her favorite osmanthus fish, the silver chopsticks put a large piece of shaved fish meat in her bowl.
"Eat fish smartly."
Shen Shu, who was beside him, had a very low voice, and didn't look at Shi Qingqi, and told him softly: "Qingqi should be careful of stabbing." ”
Shi Qingqian blinked his eyes, and suddenly felt that his name was too good to pronounce from his mouth.
She ate the fish, glanced at the dishes on the table, and just locked the plate of beef, Shen Shu had already caught it.
Shi Qingqian was immediately happy, no matter which dish she set her eyes on, Shen Shu would help her clip it.
"It's a pity that the little prince doesn't have a sister, otherwise he must be very pampered."
Mu Shangshu saw this scene with sharp eyes and smiled, Shen Shu did not reply with a faint expression, but Shi Ke on the side was about to wrinkle a Sichuan word on his brows.
He had just walked very fast and wanted to be next to Shi Qingqian, who had ever wanted to be preempted by Shen Shu, so he could only sit on Shen Shu's left side, grinding his teeth depressedly.