The first free king of Tang Dynasty

Chapter 48 Young Master ~ Young Master ~ Doubt...

"Young Master, wake up~ Young Master, wake up~"

At noon, Tao Yinger stood beside Tang Sufan's bed, pulling Tang Sufan to get up with a helpless expression~
Tang Sufan was in a daze for a long time, and just now he woke up from sleepiness. After slowly waking up, he opened his eyes and saw the helpless little girl.

Stretching up lazily, he yawned, touched the little girl's head, and asked sleepily, "What time is Ying'er?"

Tao Yinger on the side brought Tang Sufan's clothes and said, "Master, it's already noon~"

Tang Sufan stared at him formally, cursing in his heart, this dream of going to bed early and getting up early was once again shattered...

Wrapped in a quilt, rubbed his head, and had a good drink with Old Shuan and Old Liu last night.

But it’s interesting to say, this old Uncle Shuan~ he always eats food and loves to play, he obviously pours a cup, but every time he has to be very aggressive~
Moreover, there are too few entertainment activities in this Tang Dynasty, so I have to find a way to develop some fun~

Otherwise, if I have nothing to do every day, I can only drink and chat with the old people in the village, and I can't stand it......

Tao Yinger rolled up her sleeves and slowly put them on for Tang Sufan.

Just like that, Tang Sufan was quickly dressed by the little girl like a confused puppet.

Gradually waking up, Tang Sufan looked at the bronze mirror and cursed in his heart that he had really fallen~ It's all because of this evil feudal society...

Although he wasn't so lazy that he couldn't even wear his own clothes, since he brought the little girl back, she has been taking care of every aspect of his life, which can be said to be meticulous to the extreme.

Sometimes Tang Sufan just didn't like a ten-year-old girl to be taken care of by him like this, and he also explained that she didn't have to take such good care of him. Every time this happened, the little girl would stare at him with red eyes.

Staring at Tang Sufan made his scalp tingle...

In this way, Tang Sufan has lived the life of a young master that he dreamed of in his previous life.

The little girl combed her hair well, instead of wearing the common haircut in Tang Dynasty, she put on the tiara from Tang Sufan's imitation of fairy tales, her long hair is flowing.

Just like that, Yushu Linfeng walked out of the room with dazed eyes.

Seeing Tang Sufan coming out, the embroiderer who was washing the vegetables hurriedly freed her hand and rushed over to ask a question.

"Young master, what do you eat? Shall I make it for you?"

At home, only Wen Bo was called Master Tang Sufan.

After all, to other people, Tang Sufan is their current master.

Tang Sufan stretched lazily facing the high hanging sun, and replied: "No need, Miss Xiu, let's do it later, I can't eat now~"

Afterwards, Tang Sufan asked again: "By the way, have you eaten yet?"

Xiu Niang smiled kindly and said: "Master, you haven't gotten up yet, and we...haven't eaten yet~"

After all, according to the rules, the servants are not allowed to eat until the master's house is up.

Tang Sufan frowned: "Xiu Niang, don't worry about me until I get up, you must eat when it's time, not to mention, Ying'er is growing up, so she can't keep up with nutrition..."

"Young master, the rules..."

Tang Sufan waved his hand directly, and interrupted: "Xiu Niang, don't be unruly, since you have entered this house, you are also my family, so follow my rules..."

Xiu Niang's eyes were slightly red, and she felt that the mother and son did not know what great virtues they had accumulated in their previous lives, so that they could meet such a living Buddha-like master in this life...

Xiu Niang said in a choked voice, "I...I know, Young Master..."

Tang Sufan touched Tao Yinger's little head habitually, and asked affectionately, "What would Yinger want to eat? Let your mother make it for us..."

After these few days, Tao Yinger gradually relaxed her temper, but she still leaned out from behind Tang Sufan, a little hesitant, afraid that her mother would scold her for being impolite.

But after glancing at Tang Sufan's gentle eyes, he still said softly, "Then... let's make soup cakes..."

For the group of migrant slaves they used to be, a meal of soup cakes is already a great delicacy...

With a gentle voice, Tang Sufan teased and said, "There are so many delicious foods at home, why do you just eat soup cakes?"

"Young master, soup cakes are enough..."

Tang Sufan turned his head and said: "Hehe, okay, Xiu Niang, make some soup cakes that Yinger likes, add mutton to the soup cakes, use a la carte leaves for me, and fry some vegetarian pancakes like I did that day. After all, I just woke up and couldn’t eat..."

Xiu Niang quickly wiped her reddish eye sockets, and quickly responded: "Okay, my lord, I'll do it now!"

Then Xiu Niang turned around and went to work, for fear of moving slowly.

Where in this life have I heard of servants eating meat and masters being vegetarians, but it actually happened to them...

"Girl, bring me a bowl of water~"

"Good son."

Afterwards, the little girl also went to serve Tang Sufan water.

Tang Sufan staggered to the chair in the yard and sat down, basking in the sun.

The bright sunlight fell through the bare branches of the pagoda tree in the yard, making him a little dazed.

He has gradually gotten used to this kind of day when judging the time by the sun...

However, the feeling of being youthful in an instant, as if in a lifetime, still fills my heart when I just wake up every day.

It seems that the busy traffic in the city is separated from my own space by an unbreakable mirror...

Sometimes in this Tang Dynasty, after all, I feel a little bit in a daze living like this every day...

But he also doesn't want to be assimilated by the current world day by day, obliterating the meaning of his last existence...

Many people really want to forget the past, but now, Tang Sufan's past has become the most precious memory that he wants to go back to.

Thought, consciousness, time...

Constantly intertwined, constantly in a trance, in this ordinary day, but another feeling slowly emerged...

Maybe it will become clear...

At this time, Zhang Wen walked in through the gate from the outside, smiling cheerfully, saw Tang Sufan, and said with a smile, "Master, why are you getting up?"

For Tao Yinger, the embroiderer, the slaves in the tavern, and the workers recruited by the workshop, Tang Sufan is the master who must not be offended.

But in Zhang Wen's eyes, Tang Sufan is not only the former young patriarch, but also the only half junior in his life...

Tang Sufan recovered from his trance and said, "Yes, Uncle Wen, how is the workshop?"

"Don't worry, young master, everything in the workshop is going on according to your orders, and this old slave will personally watch over it."

At this moment, Tang Sufan raised his brows suddenly, as if he thought of something from Wen Bo's words, and asked, "By the way, Wen Bo, when did the titles of young master, master and madam come into existence?"

The "A Brief History of the Tang Dynasty" in his mind seems to have mentioned occasionally that the honorific title of the Tang Dynasty is not generally Lang or Langjun for men, but isn't it generally honored as Niangzi for women?

Other detailed titles were not mentioned in "A Brief History of the Tang Dynasty", and he didn't even know it before...

Now that he was free to do nothing, Tang Sufan suddenly remembered when Xiu Niang Yinger called him son and Zhang Wen called him young master.

Zhang Wen thought for a while, and then seriously replied: "Why would the young master ask this... Isn't this a saying from ancient times?"

Tang Sufan frowned slightly: "Since ancient times?"

For him who is used to watching ancient TV dramas in modern times, he really thought that the title of master, young master and wife has existed since ancient times.

(End of this chapter)