Their master was the Grand Tutor of the Southern Chu State, the Emperor's Teacher, and the Regent's Minister.

The master's future lord must be stronger. Not only can he be able to afford the back house of the Su Mansion, but he must also have the ability to hold the lords of the various prefectures in the capital.

Only in this way can the master do things in the previous dynasty without any worries.

But His Highness Jiu is too young, he is not very good-looking and has a cold temperament. He is afraid that he cannot bear the heavy responsibility of Lord Su's Mansion.

Compared to the ninth prince, Su Hong actually thinks that the eighth prince is more suitable to marry into the Taifu Mansion.

Although the Eighth Prince was simple and straightforward, he had a father who became the queen of the Taijun. His father's family had a high status in Shangjing, which was enough to make the heads of the family bow down.

But this is what she thought as a servant, and she was not qualified to make decisions for her master.

If the master likes His Highness Ninth, she will naturally be the main one.

"Your Highness Nine has suffered so much since she was a child. It's better to meet your master. You will inevitably rely too much on your master."

Poetry has served Chu Moyan for two years, but in fact he can see it very clearly.

The ninth prince was too persistent in his relationship with the Grand Tutor, and no one could replace him.

He was afraid that if the master got married one day, would the ninth prince not be able to accept it?

"You guys are worried about nothing. Who is our master? How can we worry about it? If the master wants to, we will say congratulations. If the master doesn't want to, we can feel more sorry for Your Highness Ninth."

Su Bai was open-minded. She taught Chu Moyan martial arts in the past two years. Although she did not have the name of a master and apprentice, she had the reality of a master and apprentice.

So she couldn't help but love this ninth prince more.

Instead of asking your master to marry someone of unknown character, it is better to marry His Highness Ninth directly.

After all, Your Highness Ninth treats his master sincerely, and no one can compare with him.

And their master himself seemed to enjoy the time he spent with the ninth prince.

All four of them served Su Qiruo since childhood. Except for Chu Moyan, how could Su Qiruo treat others so well?

In addition, I just saw the two of them hugging each other, so it’s not their fault for being crazy.

"What Su Bai said is that it is not our turn to be a subordinate to interfere in the matter. We will be loyal to anyone who the master likes. There is nothing wrong with His Royal Highness Ninth."

Except for the poor health and bad personality, everything else is indeed very good.

But if you are not in good health, you can slowly recuperate. As for your personality... In front of your master, the ninth prince is like a cat waiting for someone to rub your belly, soft. What's wrong with it?

The few people didn't dare to talk about their master anymore, and just followed him far away.

Looking at the two people standing under the green grape trellis, they really felt a bit matchful.

The woman was holding scissors in her hand and was twisting a bunch of grapes. The boy was holding a basket in her hand and looking at the top of the grape trellis with his little face. His dark eyes were brighter than the grapes on the trellis.

Chu Moyan was in a better mood and became much more lively. Her soft and glutinous appearance made Su Qiruo feel weak.

Such a good child has experienced such a bad childhood. If he can grow up normally, his face alone will be better than others.

I have to admit that among the many princes, Chu Moyan is the best one.

Fine white skin, bright eyes, long eyelashes, perky nose, pink lips...

But at the age of fifteen, he already has a charming appearance.

If it is bigger, it will definitely look like a disaster.

Before I knew it, the little thin monkey-like boy had already become so beautiful.

Su Qiruo suddenly felt a sense of accomplishment in her heart. The children she raised looked good no matter how they looked.

She was originally a protector.

A shiny grape suddenly handed to his lips. Su Qiruo was stunned, but saw the boy in front of him tilted his head and said, "It's very sweet."

Su Qiruo opened her mouth and took the grape, and nodded with a smile: "It's very sweet."

This grape trellis was found two years ago by her ordering people from the Western Regions. She spent a lot of effort to support them.

This grape is also very successful, and it is sweeter every year.

Su Qiruo is planning to try grafting later to see if some new varieties can be grown.

"Then let's pick more and give some to the old tutor."

Old Mrs. Su is kind to Chu Moyan, and Chu Moyan is also thinking about the old man if he gets anything delicious.

"My grandmother must be very pleased to know that Yan'er is so filial."

Su Qiruo rarely smiles so brightly. She actually doesn't like to express too much emotion in front of others.

In order to protect the country of Southern Chu, she had to put herself in a condom and not let anyone guess what she thought.

She felt much more relaxed when she let go of her guard like today.

But in just a moment, she soon became the Nan Chu Taifu with a mask.

Chu Moyan put the basket containing grapes aside, took out a handkerchief and wiped a grape in his hand, then squinted his eyes and stuffed it into his mouth.

After eating two of them by himself, he would feed Su Qiruo one.

If Su Qi doesn't like sweetness, she still thinks this grape is extremely delicious today.

Chu Moyan's face returned to normal, but Su Qiruo was still thinking about finding the imperial physician to show him after returning to the palace.

She always thought that as long as she kept it well, her previous deficit body would always be filled.

Now I feel that I am not thinking well and I am neglecting something.

You should not take any pulse regularly, and you should not take any psychological counseling.

There were countless people who committed suicide due to autism and depression in their previous lives, and this disease was even more difficult to treat than physical illness.

Thinking of this, Su Qiruo's eyes at Chu Moyan became much gentler again.

"Okay, eat less, take the rest back to the palace and eat slowly."

Su Qiruo held Chu Moyan's hand and then reached out to Grape, and said softly,

"Be restrained."

Chu Moyan nodded obediently, lifted the basket containing grapes and hugged them in his arms, and really stopped eating them.

In fact, he was not greedy for a moment, but enjoyed this time of eating grapes with her.

The snow-white veil is stained with grape juice, so it will definitely not be washed away.

Chu Moyan put a handkerchief next to the basket and walked out from under the grape trello after Su Qiruo.

Shiqing hurriedly stepped forward to take the basket from Chu Moyan's arms, and Huayi brought it to her servants early and ordered her to come over and let the two masters wash their hands.

Su Qiruo only grinds a few bunches of grapes, and his hands were very clean.

On the contrary, Chu Moyan's purple juice was covered with his hands, but it still couldn't be rubbed clean after rubbing it for a long time.

A pair of thin white hands suddenly held his fingertips and gently rubbed the purple color of the tiger's mouth, which made Chu Moyan's ears burn and his eyes turned red.

Chu Moyan has been caring for the past two years. His rough fingers before have become much whiter and tender, but they still look a little ugly when they are in the hands of the Taifu.

The boy curled up his fingers shyly, but was gently pulled by someone.

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