When Shen Yue'er came back from pouring tea, the Seventh Young Master said to her, "You have to change your name for the year that Young Master Ben is here." ”

She understands this, after all, her Shen Yue'er's name is related to the former Zuo Xiangfu. The Seventh Young Master looked at her moist peach blossom eyes, raised his hand and stroked her eyebrows, the thick eyelashes were itchy to the touch, and before she could dodge, he said, "In the future, you will be called Yue Chenxing." "There are stars in the sky hidden in his eyes, and he is his joy.

"Chenxing thanked the young master" She blessed her body slightly, chewing on her new name.

He called out in satisfaction: "Xing'er".

She replied with a smile: "Xing'er is here." ”

In the evening, Xiao Chuan'er brought a lot of things and put them on the dressing table, and said to Yue'er: "The young master asked you to put on makeup, change your clothes and go out with him." ”

Lantern Festival and Dragon Boat Festival came in with clothes, helped her comb her hair, she put on makeup herself, and after changing her clothes, she was put on some jewelry by the two girls.

In the mirror, I saw that the Seventh Young Master had been leaning against the door, and when the two girls withdrew, he walked over, picked up the rouge and said, "The makeup is too light, I'm afraid it will be recognized." ”

His index finger dipped in rouge and gently brushed her lips, and then wiped the spilled with the tip of his little finger. Seriously, it's like treating a major event that can subvert the world.

For a moment, she was a little stunned, and her slightly open lips didn't even think to close them.

When he was satisfied, he put back the rouge, held her hand and said, "I'll help you dye your nails later." ”

She was stunned and asked, "The young master still dyes his nails?" ”

He looked at her with deep meaning, and smiled inexplicably: "When I was a child, I helped dye a small bun, and when she saw that adults were dyeing, she clamored for me to secretly help her dye it." As a result, both little hands wrapped in the leaves and couldn't eat, so they raised their hands and opened their mouths for me to feed her. ”

"It's the young master's sister, right?"

He smiled so heartily that she felt that this person was always inexplicable. Thinking that he would not speak, I got up and went with him.

At this time, he suddenly spoke: "It's not my sister, it's my daughter-in-law." She said that when she grew up, she would be my daughter-in-law. ”

"Yes, ma'am," she suddenly realized.

He nodded and touched her cheek: "It's Madame, Madame Seven, let's go." ”

She thought what he said was strange and awkward. But he always spoke strangely, so he didn't care to go out with him.

He covered his face before going out, covering half of his face.

Yue'er turned her head to look at him: "Is the young master afraid of seeing people?" Her heart was a little sour when she asked, and the tone brought out a little.

The Seventh Young Master knew that her heart was too sensitive, and he must have misunderstood that he was afraid of going out with her, so he smiled and took her hand, but she couldn't see the smile hidden in the face towel. He said: "This time, I just want to give you and give yourself a place of freedom." With that, he glanced back at the small mansion of the three entrances.

She understood him, but didn't say anything more.

The Qingbu carriage was extremely simple, and it was as simple as the Seventh Young Master. When he arrived at the lively area, he took her out of the carriage and told her: "It is said that the night market in the capital has been very busy in recent years, and it is the first time I have come." ”

Yue'er's happy eyes were everywhere, and she responded to him vaguely: "Xing'er too, I've never seen it before." ”

In this night market, there are many people who sell flowers, wine, and snacks, and occasionally there are old women who tie paper lanterns, draw flowers, and have red-eyed rabbits, and the little tigers with turmeric stripes are cute.

Her eyes were attracted by the little rabbit lantern and couldn't take it off, he didn't speak, took her hand and walked over to get the little rabbit lantern, Xiao Chuan'er didn't know where to get out of the money and paid the money.

Yue'er happily raised the lantern, reflecting her face flickering, and she said, "Xing'er belongs to the little rabbit." ”

He smiled: "Like a rabbit with a little bun." ”

She didn't hear what he was saying, and was carrying a bunny lantern to the roadside stall, looking mischievous like a three-year-old child. He thought, three-year-old you, three-year-old Yue'er. If you're still three years old, you won't fail to remember me.

"Young master, do you want to eat that bowl of cake, sprinkled with a thick layer of sugar, it's delicious." She stared at the bright peach blossom eyes, like a little rabbit who couldn't take a step when she saw the fresh grass and swallowed her saliva greedily.

He took a bowl of cake and said to the people in the stall, "Sprinkle more sugar." ”

"Okay" The old man with a linen apron tied around his waist smiled and sprinkled the sugar and handed it to the seventh young master.

Yue'er looked at him blankly, lifted the face towel covering her face, opened her mouth and took a bite of the fragrant and sweet bowl cake.

I heard him say, "Sweet," and then he handed it to her and asked, "Do you want to eat it?" She nodded impatiently.

He touched the bowl to her lips, and she hesitated and bit down. The Seventh Young Master is her master, and he can't stop eating what he asks her to eat!

He kept the cake in his hand and fed it to her lips every few moments. She thought as she ate, "Is this what I did for violating him?" Isn't it a little sorry for Brother Yan's brother, or don't you eat it?

Suddenly, her nose was wrinkled and her mouth was flattened. He asked, "What's wrong?" Too sweet, isn't it? ”

She looked at the bamboo skewer in his hand, and muttered with a bitter face, "It's all over." ”

"It's too sweet to eat too much, and it's uncomfortable when it's pantothenic." He persuaded him to throw away the bamboo stick, but her eyes still fell on the stick, and her face was still wrinkled.

I'm sorry Brother Yan, why do you want to eat what the young master has eaten?

Then she didn't eat anything, but she was a little thirsty after eating such a sweet bowl of cakes, and the more she saw the tea stalls, the more thirsty she became.

He asked her, "Are you thirsty?" Tea or sherbet? ”

She timidly stretched out two fingers: "Can Xing'er support 20 Wen of moon silver first?" ”

"Then you have to tell me what to do with these 20 words first, otherwise I won't give it to you." Looking at her timid appearance, what if she really wants to carry someone home? He forced himself to composure, trying to make his voice sound calm.

"Xing'er wants to buy a pot of tea to drink." When she said this, she lowered her head, and couldn't help but sneak a look at him.

He took her hand to the tea stall, and as soon as he stretched out his hand, she held him down: "Xing'er can buy it herself?" ”

He smiled, stretched out his hand, and Xiao Chuan'er came out again and handed him the purse. It was full of scraps of silver, but there were no copper coins. He put the purse into her hand: "You can buy whatever you want, don't deduct it from your moon silver, it can be regarded as accompanying Young Master Ben to come out to reward you." ”

Yue'er happily took the purse, turned out the smallest piece of broken silver, bought a pot of tea and drank it directly on the pot.

I drank half of it and put it down to catch my breath, I couldn't finish it, but I turned my head to look at him, and I was afraid that he would drink it directly from his own teapot, so I drank all the tea, and then wiped the spout clean with a handkerchief.

"What are you wiping it for?" He asked her suspiciously.

"If they don't wash this teapot, who knows who will use it next, Xing'er doesn't want to ......" She didn't continue, but he understood.

took the purse in her hand, took out a piece of broken silver and gave it to the tea stall, and bought the pot.

She was clamoring to smash the pot, but he suddenly understood something, took her hand tighter and said in a somewhat cold voice: "I'm tired, go back." ”