"Well! Girls all like these, right? You don't have to feel bad about the money. You can give it away even if you look at it. It's worth it, right?" Su Yizhao continued.
Yueqiu finally came back to her senses and burst into laughter.
"I'm afraid it's a lie that the young master is sending us a gift, but it's true that he's sending it to Sister Honoka, right?"
Su Yizhao immediately smiled sheepishly, "It's just a way of giving her away. After all, you are our own."
"Okay! I'll make sure it's done for you!" Yue Qiu promised, patting her chest.
Yuerong looked at them laughing and laughing, and couldn't help but shake her head with laughter, but in her heart she felt sorry for Su Yizhao who had to worry so much at such a young age.
There was a lot of fun in this room, but in that room there was someone raising a glass to the moon, alone.
The old man standing not far behind him, hidden in the darkness, glanced at his lonely master and sighed immediately.
Just when he thought the master was going to recite a poem to express his lonely mood at the moment, he heard a sentence, "Oh! It's so boring!"
Uncle Zhong:...Okay! He is overthinking.
"By the way, what is my old son doing? He has been in school for so many years, and I haven't tested his homework yet. Go and call him, I want to test him!"
Su Wenqing turned around and gave instructions to Uncle Zhong.
Uncle Zhong looked out the dark window, hesitated for a moment and said, "Sir! Do you want to see the seventh young master? But it's getting late now. I'm afraid the seventh young master has fallen asleep, right?"
"Going to bed so early? Scholars, who hasn't turned up the light to read at night and feel the pain in the butt? If you go to bed so early, what books are you reading? Besides, it hasn't been long since the lamp was turned on!" Su Wenqing frowned displeased.
He has obviously been holding the lamp for an hour! Uncle Zhong wanted to persuade him again, but Su Wenqing cast an impatient look at him, so he could only do as he was told.
Yes! You are the uncle!
Su Yizhao put the large characters she practiced aside to dry. Li Shuzhi was coming back soon, and she had to hand in some homework.
Having just finished writing two novels, Su Yizhao plans to strike while the iron is hot and write as many as possible to make some quick money.
"Dong dong dong!" There was a slight knock on the door, and then Su Yizhao heard Yuechun's voice.
"Young Master! Wenyang Pavilion sent someone over, saying that the master wants to see you!"
Su Yizhao was very surprised when he heard this. He hadn't spoken to his father for a long time, so why did he suddenly come to his door today? Did he also know that he was doing business outside?
"Come in and answer, can you tell me what's going on?" Su Yizhao put the brush into the washbasin, thinking that he wouldn't be able to finish writing today.
After receiving permission, Yuerong walked in and replied: "Yes, do you want to test your homework?"
The small study room is connected to Su Yizhao's bedroom. Su Yizhao doesn't like to be served closely, and it is generally forbidden to disturb him when he is studying. Therefore, Yue Rong did not dare to enter without permission.
"At this moment?" Su Yizhao asked suspiciously.
Yuerong nodded solemnly, complaining in her heart that the master was just thinking about it.
"What time is it?" Su Yizhao asked as he didn't hear the banging of the clapper outside the house.
"It's already the beginning of Xu Shi," Yuerong replied.
"Let's go!" Su Yizhao packed up his things, stood up, and walked to Wenyang Pavilion.
Wenyang Pavilion is located in the outer courtyard. Because the Dayun Dynasty emphasized that men and women should sit on separate seats for seven years old. Su Yizhao was already nine years old, so he lived in the four-bedroom courtyard in a small courtyard opened up by the outer courtyard.
Compared with other brothers in the house, Su Yizhao's treatment is the worst.
There is no way, who said she was a concubine? Or she was picked up halfway.
Thinking about Su Wenqing's intention in his mind, Su Yizhao walked without stopping, but within a quarter of an hour, Su Yizhao walked outside the door of Wenyang Pavilion.
"Master! Master ordered me to wait here."
Seeing the Seventh Young Master coming so late and being tormented by his master, Uncle Zhong felt very helpless.
Perhaps it was because he had personally brought the seventh young master back to his home, so he always treated the seventh young master with some pity and love.
"Thank you, Uncle Zhong!" Su Yizhao smiled and nodded, then thought of something and started searching in his sleeves again.
"I haven't seen you before. I came here today and put it on my body. I bought it a long time ago and didn't find a chance to give it to you."
As Su Yizhao spoke, he took out a long brocade box from his sleeve and stuffed it into Uncle Zhong's hand.
Uncle Zhong was very confused. He looked at the small brocade box in his hand and asked, "What is this?"
"You'll know when you open it and take a look!" Su Yizhao said, having already entered the pavilion first.
Uncle Zhong opened it curiously and found that inside was a green jade hairpin.
He immediately thought of the white jade hairpin on his head, which was given to him by his master many years ago.
He accidentally broke the tail part once, but he reluctantly threw it away. He only took it to be inlaid with silver and repaired it, and then continued to wear it on his head.
Perhaps when they returned home before, he and the seventh young master spent time together, and the seventh young master noticed it, right?
Uncle Zhong touched the sapphire hairpin in front of him and couldn't help but his eyes were slightly red. He didn't expect that the seventh young master could be so observant and have such a bad old man in his heart.
The pattern of this hairpin is simple, but the quality of the jade is good.
Even if there are some impurities in the jade, they are covered up by the exquisite carvings and processed ingeniously, so that they cannot be seen unless you stare closely.
It feels a bit warm and moist when touched in the hand, and it doesn't look eye-catching, which is very suitable for his identity.
The seventh young master put a lot of thought into choosing this hairpin, right? This hairpin is worth at least ten taels of silver.
Huh? No, where did the seventh young master get the money? Uncle Zhong immediately thought suspiciously.
But aside from these, Uncle Zhong thinks that he is not the only one who feels pity for the seventh young master, but the seventh young master also has feelings for himself as a young bird, right?
Uncle Zhong was so moved that he immediately carefully put it into his sleeve.
"A Zhong! Why don't you come in to serve tea?" Su Wenqing inside waited for a long time but Zhou Zhong didn't come in, so he immediately shouted dissatisfied.
At this moment, Su Yizhao had finished his salute and sat obediently opposite Su Wenqing.
The two of them sat facing each other on the floor, with a table placed in the middle.
When Uncle Zhong came in, the father and son were staring at each other, and the room was silent.
"Master, Master, drink tea!"
Su Wenqing finally breathed a sigh of relief when he heard Uncle Zhong's voice.
For some reason, he always felt a little uncomfortable when he was alone with his children.
"I heard that you have been studying very hard recently. My father has been busy these days and has no time to take care of you. I have some free time today, so I called you to take the exam."
Yes! You are very free, and I can see that you are very free, but I am not!
Su Yizhao glanced at the paper aside. Before he could look away, Su Wenqing immediately grabbed a book and covered it.
With a "pop!" sound, the book blocked Su Yizhao's gaze, and then Su Wenqing's light cough was heard.
"My father studied hard in the pavilion every day to prepare for the autumn. Naturally, my son did not dare to slack off."
Su Yizhao looked away, but he was laughing secretly in his heart. This father is in Wenyang Pavilion. Does he have the heart to read every day? Look what is written there?
She actually saw lewd lyrics and erotic songs. Didn't it mean that Su Wenqing was very arty and liked to recite poems and compose poems? Could this also be included in the category of reciting poems and compose poems?