Chapter 22 Chapter 12

On this day, it is Chongyang.

In the Huxin Pavilion, Gongzi is sending Zhu Niang to cook flower tea on the couch on the side. After Childe himself moved a tool into the Lake Center Pavilion, he began to draw a pot of chrysanthemums in full bloom.

This rare pot of "green leaning", I heard that it was given by an adult in the palace, and he entered the stone mansion this morning. At that time, it was seven or eight people who surrounded and carried into the stone mansion, a look of great value, and ordinary people were not allowed to approach the golden and expensive look, and this day sent a pot of valuable chrysanthemums, which was in response to this scene.

Childe painted it with a god, as if he had entered a no-man's land, but Zhu Niang didn't understand, no matter what the fairy scene was, he should be tired of painting it for so long, but Childe painted a white sun on a pot of chrysanthemums! At first sight, he was obviously a lazy and lazy son, who knew that he was a real scholar, thirty-six hours a day, in addition to eating, sleeping and eating supper, he was really reading books and reading account books all day long......

But seeing that this afternoon meal time is approaching, Zhu Niang rubbed her belly, looked at the * who slowly unfolded the petals in the rising water, and sighed!

Even if Wangmei quenches her thirst, she has to give her something to fill her stomach, so she feels better, and she has drunk a stomach full of water, alas!

"What are you talking about there?"

I don't know if it's because her heart is too loud, so that she is full of resentment, and the son who was sitting quietly painting chrysanthemums on the side turned his head to look at her.

Half of his brow was raised, and he was dissatisfied with doubt. This look of "can you be quieter if you disturb me" reminded Zhu Niang of the top student at the table who caused the resentment of the whole class on a modern campus.

Zhu Niang lowered her head full of sadness, pretending to lower her eyebrows and pleasing her eyes: "I didn't say anything, Childe, I praised you for your good drawing~ Hmm!" It's so pretty! Childe, you painted it so well~ The fairy chrysanthemum in your painting is not as beautiful as a mundane thing in the world, like a heavenly one~ I am salivating when I see it, and I can't wait to pick it up and ...... it quickly"

Under Zhu Niang's continuous flattery and praise, the son couldn't help but bend the corners of his mouth, and finally interrupted Zhu Niang when she was running out of words: "Okay, okay, let's clean up, by the way, go to the small kitchen and say, I don't need to cook night food tonight, my son won't go home tonight." ”

Zhu Niang smiled, swallowed saliva to moisten her throat, and was about to clean up and retreat, when the son who turned around stopped and suddenly said: "Also, salivating is not like that, go back and ask Qingrui to find you a few books, you can learn how to use words for me." After speaking, Childe walked down the wooden bridge with his steps.

Zhu Niang actually had the illusion that the person who was getting off the wooden bridge was in a good mood.

She covered her face weakly, is it really because of the abuse habit that she can tell the master's likes and dislikes?

Master?

Phew, Bah, Bah!

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Zhu Niang came out of the idle dream house and was about to jump to the small kitchen, but she saw the son and ...... who had not yet gone out at the door of the courtyard The young painter named Junzhong.

Zhu Niang dodged behind the pillar.

No, it should be said that it is a young officer.

Because at this moment, both of them have changed into official uniforms.

On weekdays, the son wears mostly long-sleeved gowns, with spacious sleeves, bare arms, and large sleeves that naturally droop, flowing and extraordinary.

This is also the reason why Zhu Niang is often afraid of his Hercules sleeve, such a big sleeve, and then throw it with that kind of force, it is really not something that ordinary people can bear.

At this moment, Childe is wearing a crimson official uniform, with the collar embroidered with the pattern of a beast, and the robe has no open place, and the collar of the same color is straight up. With the cold and handsome face of the child, there is an indescribable ascetic beauty in the inverted hair.

There are whitebait bags and red agate skewers hanging from the waist, and the narrow sleeves hang slightly, and there is a trace of luxury and charm in this cold handsomeness.

is handsome and charming, but he has an iceberg face that can freeze people to death every minute, and he is wearing a scarlet dress at the moment, but he shows off all the grace and grace of his body.

And the young official named Junzhong was wearing a green robe. With a pair of smiling eyes, the whole person is personable and warm as jade. Although there are also agate skewers, they are not equipped with whitebait bags, which shows that the grade is not high.

Zhu Niang remembered that when she first saw him, she was in an ordinary house in Double Horn City, and she was wearing white clothes at that time, so she thought he was a poor child.

Thinking about the current popularity of the gate valve family, the poor children can only rely on filial piety and other hard ways to enter the official election system, and suddenly feel sad.

What a gentle person this is, Zhu Niang really hopes that he can live happily every day.

The two didn't know what they were talking about, and Zhu Niang squatted behind the stone pillar and didn't go in or out. The first is that Aunt Qingrui repeatedly told her before she entered the Xianmengju that when the son talks about things, remember to be automatically invisible, otherwise it will cause very serious consequences, and the second is that the son is so grandly blocked at the door of the Xianmengju Courtyard, and she doesn't want to bump into it like a stunned person.

But it's not a matter to squat so sneakily, as if she was doing something unseemly, and finally had to quietly return to the idle dream house.

Zhu Niang was so hungry that her chest was pressed against her back, and her son was stuck at the door chatting, so she had to pour herself a pot of tea to talk about it.

After two pots of tea, Childe finally left.

Zhu Niang rubbed her swollen tea belly and went to the small kitchen.

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