"Where is it? Don't worry, Shan'er. I want to pick a few lotus leaves to put on my forehead to block the sun? We're going back soon. Look, I've picked it! This one is for you. This one is

This is my master."

The little boy, with strong hands, pulled a lotus leaf to the guardrail. The little boy twisted the lotus leaf branch, picked off a big lotus leaf and put it on the little maid's head, and then picked off a lotus leaf and put it on the top of his head.

Then he let go, put the poor lotus leaves back, reached out and pulled the little maid to jump off the guardrail, swaying her shoulders, put her little hands on her back with great enjoyment, and walked out of the pavilion.

In the little maid's speechless eyes, a graceful and graceful charm appeared.

"Sir, you bullied Shan'er again? And gave Shan'er the chessboard to carry?"

Looking at the little boy walking away from the noble master, the little maid stomped angrily in the pavilion, then angrily chased out of the pavilion with a basket on her back, regardless of the identity of the master or servant, and faced

The little boy yelled and complained all the way, and his face was even more rosy than when he was waiting for the little boy to play chess and waving the flower fan.[

"Really? I've bullied you again? Shan'er, where did you come from? Shan'er is three years older than me. Shouldn't Shan'er be the one to carry heavy things? An older child.

, you have to take care of the small children~"

When the little maid's complaining words almost continued to the courtyard where she lived, the little boy who was walking in front suddenly turned around, stopped, and asked the little maid a question full of doubts as he should.

"Well

Following the little boy with heavy footsteps, she stepped forward into the high threshold. The little maid muttered angry words, unwilling to be frustrated again by her own upright son.

The little maid walked into the study and put down the basket, then walked into the kitchen to take out scented tea, boil water and make tea. She still didn't stop complaining in her heart and continued to think about what kind of excuse she should use next time to criticize her master's words.

Block it back.

"Little girl, what are you muttering about here? If you didn't know better, you would have thought you had provoked something dirty. It's scary."

In the kitchen, Aunt Ruan walked into the kitchen carrying a bag of fresh vegetables that had just been delivered to the house. She was sweating profusely and heard the sound of steaming water boiling in the kitchen. There was also a very low and very quiet voice.

Not sure what you are talking about

Some fragmentary words were heard, and he was not paying attention. He was so frightened that he suddenly dropped the fresh vegetables in his hand to the ground. He angrily slapped the back of the little maid's head and lectured her. She looked very frightened.

light.

"Aunt Ruan? Shan'er knows you're wrong~ Are you here to deliver new dishes to the house again today? Is there any carp that the young master likes to eat the most? If so, be sure to prepare it for the young master and send it to him."

After being slapped on the back of the head, the little maid looked up in anger and suddenly saw Aunt Ruan standing in front of her. She immediately put on a cute and annoying smile and begged Aunt Ruan for mercy.

--PS: Xiaoshang came out for a quick chat and missed my dear friends. This volume is coded by An Ruoyu, a beautiful man who seemed strong but was actually fragile, whom Xiaoshang felt very sorry for when he was coding the text. His

The flower language of love is hibiscus flower, persistent love, hope of kissing

Can we, like Xiao Shang, feel sorry for this man? I will type one chapter and complete six chapters in a while. Also, Xiao Shang will publish a new article recently, an ancient article. If you like it, please vote and rate it.
Chapter completed!