Happy Little Scholar

"You dare to ask for a hundred taels of silver for a pot of tea. Did Li County Marquis forget that Zeng is also a minister of the Ministry of Revenue?"

Of course, there is no hundred taels of silver. Zeng Shichun threw the purse to the waiter and hurried out the door. Looking at the back in front of him, he snorted coldly.

Li Yi turned his head and asked, "What's wrong with the Minister of Revenue? Can the Minister of Revenue leave early all day, be passive and lazy, and drink tea without paying?"

Zeng Shichun looked back and said, "If this official investigates, this teahouse will not be open tomorrow."

"That's great. I don't have to show mercy. Lord Zeng, remember to wear something thicker tomorrow. I don't know how Lord Zeng is doing. After these hundreds of boards, can he still threaten me like today..."

Li Yi smiled indifferently and turned to walk into the yard.

"Stay!"

Zeng Shichun's face changed, and he walked up quickly. He stood there, pondered for a moment, and then said: "Zeng has a few more words to say to Lord Li..."

Li Yi waved his hand, "Don't worry, I'll go in and say a few words, you stay here, don't move, if you have anything to say, wait until I come out, "

"Hey, Mr. Li, why are you back again?" Xiao Cui squatted in the corridor, rubbing a small bellyband in the wooden basin with both hands. Seeing Li Yi coming in, she hurriedly hid the wooden basin behind her back and raised her face to ask.

Li Yi glanced at her nonchalantly and asked: "Where is your young lady?"

"The young lady is in the studio." She replied quickly, moving her body to protect the wooden basin behind her, watching Li Yi walk in, then picked up the wooden basin and ran to the backyard like the wind.

In the studio, Zeng Zuimo was painting at his desk. He was painting a key part when he heard the noise coming from the door. He didn't look up and said, "Xiao Cui, you're done, help me massage my waist..."

Li Yi was a little surprised. Although some things had been said, their current relationship was still very pure.

Except for those unexpected hand-holding, hugging, kissing, seeing her change clothes and take a bath..., there seemed to be nothing else, right?

Seriously speaking, there was not even a normal hand-holding.

"What are you still standing there for? Come here quickly. You've been standing for a long time and you're so sore..."

Li Yi nodded in a daze, walked over slowly, stood behind her, and put his hands on her waist.

She had a strong dance foundation since she was a child, and she would deliberately do some plastic exercises on weekdays, so the tightness and delicateness of her waist could be felt through her clothes.

Li Yi was distracted for a moment, and then he focused on massaging her with his eyes and nose.

She usually paints while standing, and after a long time, her waist and shoulders will feel uncomfortable. After this period of busy work, she should be taught some basic martial arts. I don’t ask her to become as powerful as Miss Liu Er and the eldest princess, but it will help her to strengthen her body.

“Xiao Cui, you have made great progress in the past few days, and your technique is different from before. Where did you learn it from?” Zeng Zuimo finally finished this part, put down the brush, and turned to look over.

"No, not sixty-three..." Li Yi looked into her eyes and asked, "Have you not eaten well recently? Why are you thinner again?"

"Ah!" The goddess of Luoshui trembled like a frightened rabbit, and immediately jumped away, blushing and saying, "Why is it you?"

"Xiao Cui was washing her bellyband outside, so I came in by myself." Li Yi explained, glancing at the scroll on the table, and said in surprise, "Who is this painting of, so handsome and suave..."

Zeng Zuimo glanced at him and said unhappily, "Bah, shameless, how can you say that about yourself."

Li Yi frowned and said, "But Nannan, you didn't handle it well here..."

"Where?" When it comes to the painting, she becomes serious, walks over again, and looks at the scroll on the table. 's painting, but the next moment she raised her head, looked at him in disbelief, and asked: "You, what did you say just now?"

Li Yi pointed to the painting on the table and said: "I said that you didn't handle it well here."

She looked at Li Yi in confusion, thinking that she had heard it wrong just now, and lowered her head again and asked: "What's wrong?"

"Here, here should be more angular, so that it can match the handsomeness..." Li Yi pointed to a certain outline of the face in the painting, and then shook his head and said: "But this is not a problem of your painting skills, after all, Nannan, you are best at landscape painting..."

"You..., how did you know?" Zeng Zuimo took a few steps back and looked at him with a blushing face. She had long thrown away the question of painting skills.

This is her nickname, or more accurately, her milk name. Since she can remember, there are only two or three people who call her this, except her parents.

Li Yi asked in surprise: "What, Nannan?"

"Don't say it!"

"What's wrong with Nannan?"

"Don't call me that..."

"Why, Nannan, Nannan..., it sounds pretty."

"Ah, Xiaocui, come quickly, help me shut his mouth!"

...

Seeing Li Yi walk out of the yard, Zeng Shichun, who was standing in the same place, said in surprise: "Li County Marquis, what's wrong with your face?"

"Nothing, Minister Zeng, if you have anything to say, say it now."

Xiao Cui, that silly girl, was so naughty when she was playing that she threw him on the bed with her teeth and claws bared. The two of them were weak, and he couldn't really argue with them. As a result, his face was rubbed red and smeared with some paint. It took a long time to wash it off.

When Zeng Shichun walked out of the alley with him side by side, he stopped, turned his head and looked at him, and asked: "You..., how far have you gone?"

Li Yi knew what he was asking, and looked at him without saying anything.

"It seems that I asked unnecessary questions." Zeng Shichun showed a hint of understanding on his face. After shaking his head, he said solemnly: "Zuimo has suffered a lot in the past ten years. It's not easy to get to where he is today. You should treat him well and never let her suffer any grievances in the future."

"I will definitely treat her well and never let her suffer any grievances again. There is no need to wait until the future."

Li Yi glanced at Zeng Shichun and said: "On the contrary, Minister Zeng and your Zeng family, please don't do anything unnecessary..."

The great changes that the Zeng family encountered more than a decade ago are still a scar in her heart that cannot be easily opened. Even Li Yi dare not mention those things easily.

Although the Zeng family is small, it can have a great impact on her.

Zeng Shichun looked up at him and said, "Don't forget, County Marquis Li, Zui Mo's surname is Zeng, she is from our Zeng family, I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to say this."

"That was in the past."

Li Yi looked at him calmly, "Not anymore..."

"You..." Zeng Shichun's face showed anger, but Li Yi didn't look at him again and turned away.

Watching him get on the carriage, Zeng Shichun stood there for a long time. At a certain moment, the anger on his face disappeared, and gradually a faint smile crept up.

"In this way, this official can rest assured." He murmured, turned around and left, the smile on his face was restrained, as if he was lost in thought.

"King Shu, you're wasting your time..."

In the carriage, Lao Fang tilted his head and looked, "Son-in-law, are you going home?"

"Back..." Li Yi thought for a moment and said, "Let's go to East Street first."

"Go to East Street?" The sloppy old man opened his eyes and asked, "Why go to East Street? From here, you have to go around half of Kyoto."

"Just go if I tell you to go. Why are you talking so much nonsense!" Lao Fang shook the reins, glanced at him, and said unhappily.

...

Coming out of Fu Ji, Lao Fang's mouth was full, and he didn't forget to praise and said, "Son-in-law, this Fu Ji candied fruit tastes really good."

The sloppy old man threw a piece of dried fruit into his mouth and nodded, "Fu Ji's candied fruit and pastries are famous in Kyoto. More than a decade ago, it should have been called Xu Ji..."

"Xu Ji, Fu Ji..., why not call it Xu Fu Ji in the future."

Li Yi got on the carriage with a box full of candied fruit and pastries, turned around and pointed to the shop next to him, and said to Lao Fang, "Buy it."