The arrogant little green plum is sweet and sticky, and is peeking at me again

The old man was born in a poor family, and the old man was born in a poor family.

The years are long and the flowers are fragrant

Xu Mi'er has passed her fourteenth birthday.

This is also the fifth year she has been hidden in the princess's mansion.

The three members of the Xu family seem to have disappeared out of thin air, and they have not been found so far, so it has become an unsolved case.

Everyone knows that the young master of the Yan family has not participated in the imperial examinations in five years, and now he has not married at the age of twenty.

The strange thing is that Princess Ning Ya doesn't seem to be in a hurry, and the palace doesn't seem to be in a hurry either.

But many families are already ready to move.

At the beginning, there was a legitimate daughter of the Xu family, and no one dared to have any ideas.

Isn't this a marriage granted by the emperor himself? Who dares to have any ideas?

But now the Xu family is a thing of the past, so isn't Yan Shu a hot commodity?

"Master, the old lady asked you to return to the mansion tomorrow, there will be a banquet in the mansion." When Mu Tong came in with tea, he happened to see his master holding Miss Xu's hand and teaching her how to paint.

Whose teacher taught her this step by step?

Not to mention, this picture is quite pleasing to the eye, the handsome master half-embracing the elegant and refined girl in his arms, the picture itself is more beautiful than any painting.

Mu Tong remembered that his master had carefully raised Miss Xu over the years, and promised to take her with him as a little maid.

But Miss Xu's temperament and temperament were cultivated so that anyone would think she was a young lady from a wealthy family.

And Miss Xu is now grown up, with beautiful facial features...

Even the eldest lady of the Lin family, who is known as the most beautiful woman in Kyoto, can't compare to her.

Mu Tong sighed in his heart, I'm afraid this appearance and temperament, who can be hidden?

No wonder the old lady started to arrange the young master's marriage at the beginning of this year.

I always feel that the little maid beside me has seduced the young master.

That's right, isn't she seduced?

"Young master! You're too close." The girl's voice was filled with crisp anger, her slender little hand was still held in someone's hand, and her hot breath sprayed on her white neck.

Xu Mi'er found that she couldn't concentrate on painting at all, but she couldn't help but speak.

Then the person behind her chuckled, but didn't let go of her hand, "Xiao Haitang, you are not concentrating. Didn't you say that you should focus on the painting when painting? Why are you focusing on me?"

Sure enough, the little girl in his arms moved and broke free from his hand, then turned around and pushed Yan Shu away angrily, "I don't want to paint anymore."

Yan Shu laughed softly, look at whose little maid is so fierce to the master.

But he enjoyed it very much, the little temper he had cultivated with great difficulty.

He looked at Mu Tong standing at the door, "The old lady asked me to go back to the mansion?"

After washing his hands, Xu Mi'er had already walked over to take the things in Mu Tong's hand.

How dare Mu Tong, he dodged and put it on the table beside him.

Xu Mi'er glanced at him, but didn't say anything, lowered his eyes and began to make tea.

At the beginning, Yan Shu said that Aunt Luyi made delicious tea, and Xu Mi'er insisted on learning from her for three months.

Now the princess said that she was good at making tea.

Yan Shu glanced at her and saw only her angry back.

He didn't get angry, picked up the pen that was thrown away, and tapped it lightly with the stained ink a few times, which turned into a blooming plum blossom.

"What banquet?" Yan Shu's voice was careless. In fact, he could guess without asking that his grandmother was busy with his marriage recently.

No matter what his father and mother said to his grandmother in the past few years, it was useless.

The old lady always felt that her good grandson should get married earlier, and such a good child should not be delayed by you.

I think he is already 20 this year, and other people have already had several children.

Yan Shu did not say he was married, and beside him there was no concubine except a little maid named Haitang.

I think the old lady was anxious.

But Yan Shu was not anxious, because his wife was not yet grown up.

"Master, I really don't know this, but I guess you can guess it, right?" Mu Tong glanced at Xu Mi'er on the side and said vaguely.

Yan Shu went to the side to wash his hands and sat down. He reached out to take the tea that Xu Mi'er had brewed, and then was glared at again.

He was a little amused, "Why are you still angry? Didn't you ask me to teach you how to paint?"

But she didn't ask him to hold her, did she?

Xu Mi'er glared at him angrily, like a pervert.

She has been carefully raised by Yan Shu over the years. Except for the first year when she was worried and sick, there was no news of the capture of the Xu family, and the princess comforted her many times.

Even after coming to Yancheng several times, Xu Mier's heart gradually settled down.

News is good news, as long as the person is still alive.

From then on, she stayed at Yan Shu's side with peace of mind.

Although she was a maid, she lived a more delicate life than a young lady.

She was originally a well-behaved and weak little girl, but Yan Shu had brought her up with a temper.

She had to be treated specifically with Yan Shu to have a temper.

Yan Shu was very satisfied with this.

"Go back and tell the old lady that I won't go back." He teased Xu Mi'er for a while and then turned to Mu Tong and said, "The reason is that I want to concentrate on reviewing and participate in the imperial examination next year."

As soon as these words came out, Mu Tong and Xu Mi'er both showed surprised expressions on their faces.

In recent years, no matter who said, as long as the imperial examination was mentioned, Yan Shu would shake his head and say that the time had not come yet.

Xu Mi'er also asked when it would not come.

But Yan Shu just reached out and touched her head and smiled and said, "Wait a little longer."

No one knew when his time would be.

"Master will participate in the imperial examination next year?" Xu Mi'er also forgot to be angry, and his eyes were wide open.

Yan Shu nodded to Mu Tong, signaling him to go back and talk.

After Mu Tong left, he reached out and pulled Xu Mi'er, "Let's sit down and talk. Aren't you tired from standing just now?"

"No maid sits next to the master..." Xu Mi'er frowned slightly, but couldn't resist Yan Shu's strength, and sat next to him.

Yan Shu sighed, "Hey, when you were younger, you sat on my lap."

"Nonsense! When did I sit on your lap!" The pink little face turned red, and Yan Shu was glared at again.

Yan Shu stuffed a cup of tea into her hand, "When you were a child, you were only one or two years old at that time?"

Yan Shu followed Yan Cheng to the south of the Yangtze River and saw his young fiancée.

As a result, he was pestered by the little girl.

"You not only sat on my lap, but also let me carry you on my back, and slept in the same bed with me," Yan Shu raised his eyebrows, "You don't recognize me now?"

Xu Mi'er only felt that the tea in her hand was hot, "Well, how old was I at that time!"

"Well, I was still young at that time, but you will be a virgin next year." Yan Shu looked at the blushing girl in front of him, "Xiao Haitang, a virgin girl can get married, so I will take the imperial examination next year."

Please ask for a career and a future.

There was a gentle smile in his eyes, and his heart and eyes were full of the little girl in front of him.

His position as a wife would only be reserved for one person since the engagement.

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"A Small Extra: Two or Three Things a Couple Should Do After Marriage: Painting"

"Husband, please forgive me, I can't paint..." The woman's clothes were messy, and she was half-held in the arms of the neatly dressed gentleman. The brush fell on the rice paper and stained with ink. …

Yan Shu kissed her blushing face from the side, and held the ink-stained wolf brush tightly. The painting on the rice paper was unrecognizable, and it was crooked.

"Madam, relax. How can you write well when you are so nervous?" He whispered in a low voice, holding her hand and waving the wolf brush like flowing water... "Relax, I will teach you slowly, I will teach you eventually..."

The person in his arms trembled as if afraid, "I... I can do it myself, husband..."

The voice was pleading.

Yan Shu looked at her pink little face, relaxed his hand, and put his hand on her slender waist, "Then Madam, you have to paint well, otherwise I don't mind teaching a little bit..."

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(Try that, cough... taste it carefully)