Raised an ugly man [Transmigration Book]

Chapter 6 Peach Blossom Stuffed

Yi Ziqian said: "It's just an unintentional mistake, not a mistake."

Yi Yun insinuated: "Oh, fourth brother, I don't understand now. Disciplining servants is strict and proper, so that they won't let the lowly people ride on the head of the master. This is called superiority and inferiority."

The eldest lady frowned and said: "Yun'er, you are a person who is going out of the court. When you arrive at the prefect's mansion, you speak so unruly and out of proportion. How can you be decent? You will make people laugh at that time, but you will make me laugh." Someone with a heart caught the handle."

Seeing her mother scolding her, Yi Yun wanted to justify something, looked sternly at Mrs. Shang, gave her an aggrieved look, lowered her head and said, "Yes, mother."

Ah Qing was passing by the gate of Yi Mansion from the back well, carrying a wooden bucket full of water, his arms were strong, and the well water hadn't spilled much.

The servants saw that he was taciturn, dressed strangely, looked gloomy, and were unwilling to talk to him.The only person who can talk to him a few words is the groom Wang who is obsessed with martial arts.

The servants didn't like him, so he just buried himself in his work.

From a distance, he saw the entrance of Yi's mansion, a crowd gathered, the person in the front seemed to be the Mrs. Yi's family, and there was a woman standing beside her, with slender shoulders and a slender waist, who should be the second young lady of the Yi family.

And the little man of his family, standing at the far left by the door, seemed to be thousands of miles away from the smiling three people, as lonely as snow.

Mr. Xiao Lang didn't look sideways, and looked into the distance, his expression was only indifferent, not lonely and sad, reminding him of the old time, a green bamboo planted in front of the window, without flowers and grass to accompany, but also lonely and self-cleaning.

Liu Feng moved, and a man and a horse appeared vaguely, accompanied by a book boy behind him.Walking in front of everyone, he saw the young man on the horse's back, with a dignified appearance, sword eyebrows and star eyes, it was Yi He.

Yi He got off his horse, and everyone went up to greet him.When the eldest lady saw Yi Wenhe, she gently stroked his cheeks, her eye circles were slightly red, and said: "He'er lost weight, lost weight, and also grew taller."

Yi He might not go home for a long time, but seeing the blue walls and red bricks of the mansion, he was very familiar with it, and he was quite moved, and called out to the eldest lady: "Mother."

Then he looked at Yi's father and said, "Father."

Father Yi stroked his long beard and said, "It's good to be back. How long have you taken leave from the academy? Can I miss classes?"

Yi He said: "Father, don't worry, I have invited you for half a month, and I have warmed up the book in advance, and checked it with Master."

Yi Yun looked at him and joked: "Xiaohe has grown a lot taller. I remember being a little shorter than me two years ago, but now I only reach your chest."

Yi He chuckled and said, "Second Sister has also become prettier, never thought that she will get married in a blink of an eye."

Yi Yun covered her face and said: "Glib, your second sister and I don't get married, so why not stay in the pavilion and become an old girl."

Yi He caught a glimpse of Yi Ziqian standing in the corner, and after the two looked at each other, Yi He smiled at him as a greeting.

Yi Ziqian didn't expect that this Yi Sanlang had a good attitude towards him.

The four of them were talking about their parents, and walked into the mansion while talking, with Yi Ziqian and Chun'er following behind, seemingly separated from the warm scene ahead.

Yi Ziqian happened to see Ah Qing as he passed by the path.

Ah Qing saluted and said, "Your Majesty."

Yi Ziqian saw that he was carrying two buckets of well water on his shoulders, so he asked, "Is the manager asking you to carry the water?"

Ah Qing silently nodded.

Yi Ziqian frowned and said, "Your injury hasn't healed yet, how can the manager let you do these physical tasks, what should I do if the wound is dragged, I'll go and talk to him later."

Ah Qing shook her head and said, "I've recovered from my injury, so it's okay to do these things."

Yi Ziqian knew that Ah Qing was a bit stubborn, and liked to hold on and refuse to show weakness. It would be useless to say too much. Seeing that he was not as thin as that day, he said, "You look much stronger than a few days ago."

Ah Qing replied: "Health is getting better, food intake is also increasing, and he is getting stronger."

After hearing this, Yi Ziqian joked, "How many bowls of rice can you eat in one meal?"

Ah Qing thought for a while, then said, "Three bowls of rice."

Yi Ziqian said: "No wonder, Ah Qing eats a lot and becomes stronger and stronger. It must be delicious. I watch you eat, maybe you can also whet your appetite."

Chun'er reminded in a low voice: "Lang Jun..."

Yi Ziqian laughed, and said: "Okay, okay, Chun'er should say that I'm out of shape again, you go, lest the manager rush you later."

Ah Qing nodded, watching the master and servant walk towards the deep part of the courtyard.

Mr. Xiao Lang looks as gentle as jade, and always greets him with a smile, but there is a lonely and melancholy fragrance of winter plums on his body, which makes people fascinated.

The cold fragrance can only be smelled if you get close.

Ah Qing watched the little man's back go away, then lowered his gaze, carried the water and left.

Yi Ziqian returned to the room, picked a copy of "Dream Stone Record" from the bookshelf, and took it to the couch to read.

For some unknown reason, or because the original owner was like this, there would always be some inexplicable sadness in his mind, the sorrow of flowers falling, the sorrow of flowers blooming, he was simply the male version of Lin Daiyu.

Seeing other people's family reunion, neglecting him alone, is even more worrying about myocardial infarction.

He threw away his melancholy and casually picked up a book to read.

Supporting his head with his hands, he flipped through the pages of the book, feeling drowsy unconsciously, which may be caused by his failure to take a nap.

He closed his eyes, lay down on the table, and followed Meng Zhou Gong.

Chun'er, who was guarding the door, was going to sneak out for a while, and found another maid to take her place.

Not long after, a man came towards the door of Yi Ziqian's room. The servant girl saw him and saluted, "Mr. Sanlang."

Yi He said: "What is your lord doing in the house?"

The servant girl said: "Should be reading a book, sir, do you need me to call your husband out?"

Yi He shook his head and said, "No, I'll go in and have a look at him."

Yi He pushed the door lightly, walked into the back room, and saw the person on the couch, sleeping with his arms on his pillow, with a book in his hand.

The window rails in the room were not closed, a slight breeze stirred his blue hair, and the pages of the book were gently stirred.

Flying flowers fluttered from outside the window onto the pages of the book, and a little bit marked the song in the book where the qin girl was playing and sang, on the word "turning the steps and butterflies in love with flowers".

Yi He closed the window and sat on the couch on the other side, with a smile on his lips, carefully looking at Yi Ziqian's eyebrows.

Then he helped him to pull a few strands of hair blown on his face, Yi Ziqian felt someone touching him, and slapped his mouth in dissatisfaction.

Yi He saw that there was still a little immaturity between his brows, and his smile deepened.

Then he put the cake he brought from Hanning beside Yi Ziqian's book, put a coat on him, and left.

When Yi Ziqian woke up drooling, he found that there was a small thing on the table, wrapped in a white cloth, it looked like a pastry.

He opened it and saw that it was indeed a pastry. Three pieces were shaped like lotus flowers, with layers of soft and crispy, with lotus paste and red rice in the stamens.

This lotus crisp is not made in Minzhou, only in Hanning, which is close to the imperial capital.

He called Chun'er and asked, "Who came to my room just now?"

Chun'er said: "Lang Jun, I went down to rest for a while, and it was Zhuquan who called me to replace me."

"Go and ask her, who came to my room just now."

Chun'er said: "Yes."

After a while, Chun'er came back and said: "Mr. Sanlang has been here and told her not to disturb you."

Yi Ziqian saw that the lotus flower crisp was beautiful and intact. It was bumpy all the way from Hanning to Minzhou, but the corners were not crushed at all. It must have been carefully carried in his bosom for fear of damage.

It seems that the original owner has a good relationship with these three brothers, they are considered brothers Yiyi.

He picked up a piece of lotus cake and took a bite. It was sweet but not greasy, crispy on the outside and waxy on the inside.But he doesn't like to eat sweets, presumably the original owner likes to eat them, and asked Yi Wenhe to bring them to him.

After eating the next one, he called Chun'er into the room and said, "The lotus cake brought by the third brother, I can't eat any more after eating one. Don't you like sweets? Take them all."

Chun'er saw that the beautiful lotus flower cakes were also greedy, and said happily: "Thank you sir, I will eat one, and you can keep the other one for yourself."

Yi Ziqian thought he couldn't eat it, and the remaining one came to mind. Ah Qing was silent, carrying the bucket steadily, and said, "Then give the rest to Ah Qing."

Chun'er was taken aback, opened her eyes wide and said: "Mr. Lang, you want to reward this cake, that slave, servant?"

Yi Ziqian said: "If you don't eat it, of course I will give it to someone else."

Chun'er immediately changed her mind and said, "I'll eat, can't I eat?"

Yi Ziqian knew that Chun'er didn't like Ah Qing, and said, "It's late, take it to him."

Chun'er curled her lips and said, "Yes..."

In the setting sun and evening glow, Ah Qing was chopping firewood with a knife, sweating profusely. After chopping the last batch of firewood, he wiped his face with a sweat towel and prepared to go to the hall for dinner.

I met Xiao Langjun's personal servant girl, and I came to look for him specially because of her posture.

Chun'er smelled his sweat, and slapped him with a handkerchief in disgust, covered her nose and said, "It stinks to death, it smells like sweat."

Ah Qing only said: "Did the gentleman call me?"

Chun'er said contemptuously: "Does my lord need to call you for everything? I'm enough. Your lord asked me to give you the rest of the cakes."

Ah Qing didn't expect Mr. Xiao Lang to remember to leave a pastry for him, and she was slightly moved.

The coldness on Chun'er's face still didn't ease, she didn't like this slave in the first place, but the gentleman treated him so well, which made Chun'er jealous, and today she left a piece of lotus cake for him.

Mr. Lang is so good, such a dusty person, he shouldn't have any contact with such a filthy person.

She glanced at the eerie and strange Ah Qing, who was wearing a gray cloth blouse that covered half of her face, and felt even more contemptuous and loathing in her heart, as if she had a cloud of bad breath that she couldn't get out.

With a shake of her hand, the lotus flower cake fell to the ground, a few corners were broken, and some dust was stained on it.

Ah Qing knew that he didn't please others, and when others treated him coldly, he just endured it silently.

But this pastry is Xiao Langjun's wish.

Chun'er saw that Ah Qing's dark eyes were as sharp as knives, she was a little scared, but she didn't want to lose face in front of this lowly person, so she said, "What are you looking at, you bastard." Chun'er saw Ah Qing He just stared at her with creepy eyes, and gradually became more courageous, raised his chin and said: "Slaves should eat what slaves eat, you are not worthy of such delicate pastries."

There was only Ah Qing left in the corridor, he knelt down silently and picked up the lotus cake.

Gently blow away the dust on the lotus cake, then carefully wrap it in a sweat towel and put it in your arms.

Back in my hut, I took out the lotus cakes from the sweat towel. The lotus cakes were stained with sweat and smelled sour.

The pastry was shaped like a flower, and he couldn't help but recall that when he was young, there was a banquet in the palace, and the plate of pine nut and lily cakes on the table was somewhat similar in shape to the lotus cake in his hand.It's just that the workmanship is more delicate, there are more layers of flower buds, and the center is wrapped with egg yolk, pine nuts and plum pork.

He took a bite, although it was not as sweet as in his memory, it was still crispy, sweet but not greasy.

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Little angels, big brothers, and cuties, you have to wait for the contract, so you have to update it every other day.

The love of butterflies and flowers, from "Liang Dynasty Yuefu: Two Songs of Dongfei Shrike"