The Demon Concubine Reborn: The Prince Regent spoils me obediently!

Chapter 384 On the Craft of Making Vinegar
"I only know that Jun Yao is a jealous person, but now I know that my father is also a jealous person?" Mu Qianhan laughed and joked when he heard his father's sour tone.

Hearing what his daughter said, Mu Zhan turned his head to look at her, and replied with a half-hearted smile: "You think highly of your father, your father is not a vat of vinegar, but a vat of vinegar for thousands of years."

It hasn't been a day or two since he has been jealous of that kid Ye Beiming!

It's just today that I have the opportunity to say it!
Mu Qianhan looked at his father, with a smile in his eyes, and whispered: "Father must have been jealous of mother when he was young!"

Mu Zhan replied sharply, "The one who dares to approach your mother, I will chop him up."

"Back then, your grandpa kept shutting me down a lot, and he also found many people who came to propose marriage. They sincerely wanted to displease me." Mu Zhan glanced at his youngest daughter, and said, "Later, my father led an army to surround your grandpa's yard." , Don’t let anyone step into the yard, your grandfather will be relented.”

"..." Mu Qianhan was speechless!

If you want to marry someone else's daughter, you dare to bring soldiers to threaten you.

No wonder grandpa and grandma don't like to see father so much.

Should!
Mu Zhan looked at the way his daughter looked at him, and anger grew in his eyes: "What kind of eyes are you?"

Why does he feel that his daughter looks down on his behavior?

Mu Qianhan didn't want to hurt his old father, so he said perfunctorily: "You read it wrong."

Just at this time, Ye Beiming stepped into Mingyue Pavilion like a god, and interrupted the conversation between the two: "What are Xiaohan and father-in-law talking about?"

"Talk about the craft of making vinegar." Mu Qianhan teased the two of them.

"..." Mu Zhan.

"..." Ye Beiming.

Ye Beiming smiled lightly, and coaxed softly: "You should be glad that your husband is only jealous of you."

Mu Zhan raised his eyebrows and looked at Ye Beiming with displeasure: "You mean I'm jealous of everyone, right?"

Ye Beiming came to Mu Qianhan's side, held her hand lightly, looked at the old prince, and replied respectfully: "My father-in-law misunderstood, I just explained my behavior to Xiao Han'er, and I have no other intentions!"

When Mu Zhan heard Ye Beiming's "perfunctory" answer, a hint of disdain surfaced on the corner of his mouth: "If you talk about the craftsmanship of vinegar making, the regent would be the second, and no one would dare to recognize the first."

Ye Beiming didn't mind at all that his old background was exposed by Mu Zhan, after all, his little Han'er already knew about it.

Mu Qianhan didn't want his old father to argue with Ye Beiming over some irrelevant matters, so he said, "Father, where is mother? Why didn't you see her?"

"Your mother takes a nap for an hour every day." As he said that, Mu Zhan glanced at the hourglass at home, and said, "It's almost time, so father, go and wake her up. You rest here."

After finishing speaking, Mu Zhan walked to the wheelchair and sat down, then turned the wheelchair and left Mingyuexuan.

Mu Qianhan looked at Mu Zhan's leaving back, leaned into his arms, and whispered, "Mother is still comfortable!"

All the tenderness of my father in this life was given to my mother.

Ye Beiming smiled and said, "Why are you so emotional, am I treating you badly?"

"Reflect on yourself!" Mu Qianhan raised his eyes to look at him, a trace of blame flashed across his eyes, then he got up and said, "Come out for a walk with me!"

"Okay." After the words fell, Ye Beiming took her hand and stepped out of Mingyue Pavilion.

The years are full of lead, and the wind and sand pass by.
Before going to court, Mu Qianhan and Ye Beiming taught at the academy, and every time they taught, Ye Beiming treated them with admiration.

He didn't think of his wife, who was knowledgeable and eloquent.

Ye Beiming cherished the time with her very much, and the two of them stepped into the academy in pairs, which really made the students of the academy envious.From the bottom of my heart, I even feel that the relationship should be like the two deans, the piano and the piano are harmonious, and they live together.

On the tenth day of the first lunar month, after Mu Qianhan finished his lecture, he went back to the courtyard of the back mountain to rest. Ye Beiming handed over the culture class he was supposed to teach to Mr. Pei, took a pot of brewed white tea and walked into the back mountain to accompany him. looking at his wife.

Mu Qianhan was leaning on the rocking chair in the courtyard to bask in the sun, and suddenly smelled a faint fragrance of Jia Luo, closed his eyes with peace of mind, and whispered: "Isn't this class yours? Why are you here?"

"You've been in class for a day, so you're tired! I'll bring you a pot of tea to accompany you." Ye Beiming put the teapot on the round table beside the rocking chair, then stood beside her, gently pinching her shoulder, Asked: "Are your shoulders still sore?"

"I'm not tired, I just want to bask in the sun." Mu Qianhan replied in a low voice: "I don't like to be disturbed, if I go back to the Prince Regent's Mansion to rest, it's too troublesome to go back and forth, so I want to come here to rest for a while meeting."

Ye Beiming kneaded her shoulders, and asked softly, "What's wrong with your throat? Would you like a sip of tea?"

Mu Qianhan got up, opened the celadon tea cover, glanced at the tea color of the teacup, and whispered: "White tea is bland and tasteless. I like strong tea, it refreshes me."

"White tea nourishes the stomach and calms the mind. It is most suitable for you to drink white tea now." Ye Beiming went to the round table, poured a cup of hot tea for her, and handed it to Mu Qianhan: "Taste it, I brewed it myself."

"Okay." Mu Qianhan took the teacup and said with a smile.

classroom
"This class was supposed to be taught by the dean, but after several consecutive days of class, the dean's throat was a little dry, so go down and rest for a while, and I will take this class instead. The content of the courseware is still the course taught by the dean " Pei Gong looked at the students who sat down, and said: "The courses I take are relatively rigid. It's not as good as your dean, the students should take care of them."

"Students dare not." Everyone immediately got up and replied.

Pei Gong is a great sage of Confucianism, it is a great honor to be able to teach in person, how dare he complain.

Pei Gong opened the record made by Mu Qianhan, held it in his hand, and read aloud: "The courseware of this class is to live in sorrow and die in peace."

"There is a fish in the northwest waters, called Shantan, with exquisite patterns and rare species. There are rich people who love it very much. It is hunted and raised at home, and it dies in three days. The rich have doubts, and then someone told the rich businessman that Shantan became lazy. Sexuality, lack of natural enemies, the status quo of safety, sudden death. The rich will catch Shui Lin when they are suspicious, and raise them at the same time, Shantan can live."

"Although these two kinds of fish are natural enemies, they also make each other better." Mr. Pei closed the textbook prepared by Mu Qianhan, sat on the round chair, looked at everyone, and said, "This short story will tell us all." Fishes will gradually forget to breathe and die suddenly when they are content with the status quo. The same is true for people. An environment that is too quiet will make people forget their worries. A life of luxury and lust will only be wiped out by the opponents lurking around."

"Life is not easy, you can't be content with the status quo, and always be vigilant."

"Heaven will send a great task to a person, and he must first suffer from his will, exhaust his muscles and bones, starve his body and skin, empty his body, and disturb his actions. Therefore, the heart and tolerance have benefited what he can't do.

People persevere in their mistakes, and then they can correct them; they are trapped in their hearts, weighed in their worries, and then they act; they are manifested in the appearance, expressed in the sound, and then described..."

(End of this chapter)