There is Room For the Poor Daughter - Chapter 148
[Chapter 148, Venison]
“Girl’s handwriting is getting better and better!”
Daohuaxuan, Daohua is sitting in the study, seriously tracing red, Wang Maner is standing by the side, grinding ink, and watching with a smile Words written by my own girl.
She is no longer the little girl who didn’t know anything before. After being with the girl, she learned a lot. Madam worried that she could not serve the girl well, so she asked sister Pingtong to teach her for a long time .
In addition, the girl would take her with her when she was in class, and she also listened to the knowledge. Although she couldn’t remember most of it, it was not considered illiterate.
Daohua smiled and said, “Did you see it again?”
Wang Man’er said, “Although the servants can’t write, they can still read. By the way, girl, the set of stationery sent by the master is really good, and the ink is fragrant.
Daohua dipped her hand in the ink and continued to draw red: “They are all famous inkstones and famous inks, so they are good.” Wang
Man’er smiled and said, “I heard from the maids that the fifth master also wants this set of stationery. Unfortunately, The master gave the girl to you. From this, it can be seen that the master is liking girls more and more now.” Daohua
paused for a while when writing, and then smiled slightly: “Maybe.”
Cheap father said to Yan Wenbin and Yan Yi Shuang, that’s a love from the bottom of my heart, let’s call her value.
Seeing that Dao Hua didn’t seem to like to talk about it, Wang Man’er changed the subject: “Madam bought another batch of maidservants to enter the mansion, so our yard is going to come in too?”
Dao Hua nodded: “Well, at the end of the year There are a lot of things, and my mother feels that the mansion is not enough. By the way, if there are newcomers in our yard, you have to watch out for me, and don’t let them mess with my things.”
Wang Man’er vowed: “Don’t worry, I will Keep an eye on the house. Girl, it’s already more than 20th of the twelfth lunar month, why haven’t they had a holiday yet?”
Daohua: “It should be only these two days.”
Wangyue Academy.
“It’s finally a holiday!”
Yan Wenkai breathed a sigh of relief when he walked out of the classroom. During this time, he was really suffocated.
There is no way, since the last time he came back from his house, the little prince has been keeping a cold face, which made him dare not even speak casually.
Yan Wenkai dragged Yan Wentao back to his residence to pack his things quickly, and Su Hongxin came to him after he had packed half of his things, “Are you going back now?”
“Of course, why don’t you go home and stay here?” Yan Wenkai packed his things Talk back.
Su Hongxin: “Okay, let’s let it go first, the little prince is calling you.”
Yan Wenkai’s expression changed immediately, and he asked nervously: “Your prince is not in a bad mood today, is he?”
Su Hongxin was a little speechless: “Look You look like this, I don’t know, what do you think the little prince has done to you?”
Yan Wenkai smiled contemptuously: “I’m scared, who knew that the little prince is so frightening with a sullen face.”
Su Hongxin curled his lips: “That’s because the little prince You have too many smiling faces.” Back then, when he first accompanied the little prince to read, he was trembling every day, how could he dare to joke with the little prince like Yan Wenkai.
“Let’s go, don’t keep the little prince waiting.”
Soon, the three of them came to the courtyard where Xiao Yeyang lived.
At first, they discovered that Dong Yuanxuan, Yan Wenxiu, and Zhou Chengye were also there.
There are several freshly killed wild deer in the yard.
Seeing that everyone was coming, Defu stepped forward and said with a smile: “The governor sent some deer, and the little prince thought that the Chinese New Year would be in a few days, so he asked everyone to share a share and give it to everyone.” Add some food.”
Dong Yuanxuan’s expression moved, and he looked at Xiao Yeyang who was sitting silently, and said with a smile: “This venison must be roasted to taste, so it tastes good. Speaking of barbecue, I will bear it I can’t help but think of the meat roasted by sister Yan on the Double Ninth Festival.” As he spoke, he sucked exaggeratedly.
“I really want to eat it again!”
After saying this, he tried his best to wink at Yan Wenkai.
Unexpectedly, this guy drooled looking at the wild deer: “Yes, I really want to eat it too.”
Dong Yuanxuan was speechless, who cares if you want to eat it or not, this idiot can’t even answer a word.
After thinking about it, he turned his attention to Yan Wenxiu again. He should understand what he meant, right?
As for Yan Wentao, forget it, he is an honest person, so he doesn’t count on it.
After all, Yan Wenxiu has taught by Yan Zhigao’s side for many years, and he immediately heard Dong Yuanxuan’s implication, and immediately smiled: “Yes, eating roasted venison while enjoying the snow in winter is a great thing in life.”
“Little prince , now that the academy is on holiday, and everyone has nothing to do, why don’t you just come to my house and sit down? It must be very lively when we get together to eat barbecue.”
Hearing this, Xiao Yeyang’s expression moved, but thinking of the last time he went to Yan Jia Daohua didn’t even show her face, so she pursed her lips and said nothing.
At this time, Yan Wenkai, who was immersed in the deliciousness of the barbecue, was unable to extricate himself, and the flesh on his waist was squeezed by Zhou Chengye, and he finally recovered.
“Yes, little prince, just go to my house, my eldest sister hasn’t eaten venison yet.” Xiao Yeyang
raised his eyes and looked over: “Why doesn’t your family even give you a piece of venison?” Yan Wenkai
: “Isn’t it because venison is rare, and no one in our family knows how to hunt, and the eldest sister has been growing up in the country, so how can I have a chance to eat it?”
“Little prince, let’s go, my eldest sister is a foodie, see you later When it comes to the venison, the saliva will flow down.”
Thinking of Daohua drooling at the venison, Xiao Yeyang finally had a smile on his face, and then he put the smile away, and said reluctantly: “Okay, look For the sake of your sincere invitation, I will come to your house.”
Seeing this, Dong Yuanxuan and the others looked at each other and smiled.
In order to avoid what happened last time, Yan Wenxiu asked the servant to go back to the mansion one step ahead, and told Yan Zhigao and Mrs. Li that the young prince was coming.
After receiving the news, Yan Zhigao was very happy, and said to everyone in the Yan family: “The little prince is here this time, everyone is going to greet him.”
After speaking, he took a special look at Daohua, and was about to tell the eldest daughter, who I know, but was interrupted by Yan Zhiyuan.
“Brother, don’t worry, the little prince is here, so he must be treated well. Last time, Yihuan, Yile and the little prince had a good chat. This time, let them play with the little prince. Yihuan you I know, she has a demure temperament, and there will never be anything that will annoy the little prince.” When the
words were interrupted, Yan Zhigao felt a little uncomfortable, and frowned slightly: “This is the best, the little prince can come to our house, yes The glory of our family, let’s go prepare.”
As soon as the words finished, Yan Zhiyuan and Mrs. Sun hurried away with sister Yan Yihuan, muttering that they were going to freshen up without even saying hello.
Seeing them like this, Yan Zhigao felt even more displeased.
As soon as he returned to the second room, Yan Zhiyuan urged Mrs. Sun to dress up Sister Yan Yihuan, while he sat aside and continued to instruct her.
“The little prince will come later, you must please him, and don’t mess with him.”
At this moment, Yan Zhiyuan’s heart was burning. Earlier, Mrs. Sun told him that he could use the relationship of the young prince to make him an official. I have been thinking about this matter, and the more I think about it, the more feasible it becomes.
(end of this chapter)
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