Soft-waisted little maid

In the next hour, Xueke accompanied Xiaoyu, walking along the north side of the street to the south side of the street, and accompanied him into one after another ready-made clothing shop, medicine shop, and snack shop. Looking at the things in her hand, they looked like a small mountain. Stacked up.

Xue Ke's hands were also full of things, but they were still all Xiaoyu's.

Seeing that she was full of interest and didn't seem to want to stop at all, Xueke asked hesitantly: "Sister Xiaoyu, you bought so many things, but why don't they look like they were bought for yourself?"

While talking, Xiaoyu was putting the candle she had just bought into the basket. Her face turned slightly red when she heard her asking.

"I am the young master's personal maid"

"Let's put it this way. Our young master has a temperament that keeps everything in mind since he was a child. He will not take the initiative to tell others about anything. Ordinary people don't notice what he is missing. Naturally, I have to think more about him. Just like the candle just now, although there are everything in the house, the person in charge doesn’t know much about it. The third young master has been teasing him and he is not used to the smell of burning candles. Therefore, I will smell it every time I go out on the street. Choose a few kinds to see which one is better, and then change them in the future.”

"That's it"

When Xue Ke heard this, he suddenly remembered an incident a few days ago.

Starting from about a few days ago, Sun Zan no longer stayed in the study at night, but returned to the house before dark.Liu Zhu explained that it was because of the Ghost Festival that this situation would last until the end of July. He also said casually that in August, Zhuang Xuexue would no longer go there.

Xue Ke casually asked why.

Liu Zhu immediately put down what he was doing and looked at her with wide eyes in disbelief: "Autumn is coming on August [-]th, so the young master will naturally leave for Hangzhou. I tell you, even if this second mistress lets you Keep a distance from the young master, you can't even care about such a big matter as your own young master, right?"

This sentence made Xue Ke choke on the spot and his face turned red.

She secretly raised her head to glance at Sun Zan, who was studying in front of the desk, but unexpectedly caught his eye looking over at him, and she could only quickly lower her head with a guilty conscience.

It's not that she didn't care, how could she know when the ancient people's Qiu Wei was.

But when she thought about it, she still cared about it in the end.

When Xiaoyu was about to take her back together, she suddenly stopped, turned around and said to Xiaoyu: "Sister Xiaoyu, please go back first. I have to go somewhere and I'll be back in a moment."
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Sun Zan suddenly felt a gust of wind blowing from the window today, and the faint sweet fragrance of osmanthus overflowed, and then he suddenly realized that it was indeed autumn.

He looked outside along the window. From this position, he could just see a row of shadows of the golden osmanthus tree hitting the window panel. The golden particle-like stamens were hidden in the gaps between the leaves. It was difficult to detect without looking carefully.

At this time, he remembered that one day a while ago, Xue Ke said that the sweet-scented osmanthus dumplings made in the kitchen were delicious.

"Snow guest." He called.

"Third Young Master, I'm here." The person who answered was Liu Zhu, who walked up to him in three steps at a time, "Third Young Master, do you have anything to tell me?"

Sun Zan then remembered that he hadn't seen the maid all day, so he asked, "Did Xue Ke take leave today?"

Liu Zhu shook his head: "It was Miss Xiaoyu who took her out to buy it. Master, you have forgotten. Miss Xueke mentioned it when I served you to change clothes in the morning. She also said that she would take this opportunity to take her out for a walk."

Sun Zan held his head and couldn't remember for a while whether there was such a thing in the morning: "Then go to the kitchen and ask if there are any sweet-scented osmanthus dumplings."

Liu Zhu agreed and withdrew with some doubts on his face. When did the young master like to eat sweets?But soon the study door was pushed open again.

Sun Zan thought that the people in the kitchen had taken a break, and was about to say forget it, when he looked up and saw Xue Ke walking in.

"Third Young Master." Xue Ke said, "Did my servant disturb you?"

Sun Zan didn't answer and asked her instead: "You're back?" After asking, he realized what he said was nonsense and turned to look out the window, "It's almost dark, why don't you just go back and rest?"

Xue Ke stood still at the door, with his hands behind his back, as if he was twisting something.

She may have gone out today, and it was obvious that she had dressed up carefully.She was wearing a dark purple satin armor with a snow-green background and colorful floral embroidery on the collar, a lotus-colored dark patterned stand-up collar jacket, and a light lilac-colored long skirt of a similar color.She was originally fair-skinned, and she didn't get any darker after being exposed to the sun all summer. She was just a bit thinner than when she first came here, and she looked more and more delicate.

Even Sun Zan himself didn't notice that he was stunned for a second.

Xue Ke hesitated for a while, but finally plucked up the courage to speak, but he only dared to stand far away from him: "Third Young Master, I would like to ask, when are you going to leave for Hangzhou Mansion?"

"Leaving at the beginning of next month, what?"

Xue Ke hesitated for a while, and finally walked forward with small steps, and then placed a slender square wooden box on his desk in front of him.

"This is.?"

Xue Ke stepped aside again and said in a voice as thin as a mosquito: "There is a custom in the home of Third Young Master's servant. When you go to the examination room, you always have to bring a pen that has been blessed by the Confucius Temple." She lost confidence as she spoke.

What she said was not a lie. When she took the college entrance examination, almost every student in the Confucius Temple had one of these blessing pens. She must have been of some use.

"This slave has also caused a lot of trouble to the young master during this time. But the third young master has everything. Sister Xiaoyu, who doesn't have anything, has thought about everything for you. I have nothing to give you in return. All you have to do is depend on my little thoughts. .Just accept it reluctantly." As he spoke, his voice became smaller and smaller.

Sun Zan stood there stunned, and just as he was about to speak, the door was suddenly pushed open.

"Master! The sweet-scented osmanthus dumplings you asked for, I asked the lazy guys in the kitchen to get up and cook them - eh? Xueke, are you back?" Liu Zhu looked around at the two words, feeling that he had interrupted. What, scratched his head blankly.

Xue Ke blushed and said, "Young master, please leave now!" After saying this, he ran away without looking back.

Liu Zhu was even more confused: "Huh? Master, what's wrong with her?"

Sun Zan ignored him, but calmly handed over the wooden box in his hand: "Go put it in my luggage and put it away."

Liu Zhu took it and glanced at it secretly, and asked in confusion: "Master, this is just a pen, why do you have to bring it all the way to Hangzhou? You can't get it in the examination room."

Sun Zan didn't answer, but just took the sweet osmanthus dumpling soup he brought and took a sip. The sweet fragrance overflowed in his mouth, so sweet that he unconsciously raised the corners of his mouth.

(End of this chapter)