Fang Yiai put down the wolf hair in her hand and glanced carefully at Fang Xuanling not far away who was drinking tea and chatting with Yan Liben. She moved the paperweight on the rice paper aside, picked up the painting she had just painted, and carefully He blew dry the ink stains on his head and then slowly walked towards Fang Xuanling and Yan Liben.
Carefully watching Fang Xuanling's expression out of the corner of his eye, he reluctantly handed the painting in his hand to Yan Liben, who was sitting in the seat, and stood aside with his hands down respectfully.
"It's done. Let me take a look." Yan Liben, who put down the teacup in his hand with a square face, took the painting handed over by Fang Yiai and spread his hands. It didn't matter. Yan Liben was surprised at first, and then turned his head. He glanced at Fang Xuanling who was drinking tea calmly next to him. It was very painful to suppress the laughter on his face. Finally, he couldn't hold it back any longer and couldn't help but burst out laughing. "I heard Mr. Kong praise Fang Yiai's unique calligraphy earlier." One frame, but I never imagined that your master’s paintings are also so unique and unique.”
"What's wrong?" Fang Xuanling asked strangely, took a sip of tea, and looked strangely at Yan Liben, who was always known for his strictness and smile, actually doing this in front of a child, and in front of an actual student. Fang Xuanling was very puzzled and curious with such an expressionless smile. Looking at Fang Yiai, whose face was full of innocence, Fang Xuanling directly reached out and took the painting from Yan Liben's hand.
I only opened it and took a look. The sip of tea that Fang Xuanling had just sipped in his mouth spit out before he could swallow it. At the same time, he coughed non-stop due to choking, and pointed a trembling finger at Fang Yiai.
"Father, be careful. The ancients said, 'You can eat without talking or sleep without speaking.' However, you should not be so excited when drinking tea. You must pay attention to self-control, otherwise you will choke. The taste will be very uncomfortable, and it is not conducive to health. "Fang Yiai came over very considerately, patted Fang Xuanling on the back, and said with sincerity.
Fang Xuanling rolled her eyes at Fang Yiai angrily, took a selfie of her chest, calmed down her breath, handed the painting in front of Fang Yiai, and said dissatisfiedly, "Is this what your kid painted? !”
Yan Liben couldn't help but laugh any more. He picked up the tea cup and took a sip of tea. His face returned to normal, but his eyes were still looking at Fang Xuanling's rare red face with a smile.
"Didn't the father watch the child draw? Why do you still ask this question?" Fang Yiai said innocently, spreading his hands.
To be honest, Fang Yiai really felt that her painting was quite good. The painting showed Fang Xuanling's elegant face, with an exaggerated grin, three distinctive forehead lines on his forehead, and a square scarf on his head. Wearing a scholar's shirt, he held a book in front of his eyes in one hand and put the other hand behind his back. Well, if there wasn't a lazy black cat on the branch above his head and there wasn't a big ball stepping on the ground under his right foot, this would be The painting is still very good.
"Is this what you draw?" Fang Xuanling stared at Fang Yiai with dissatisfaction and said.
"Ahem," Yan Liben said after coughing twice, "Actually, Yiai's painter is very skilled in painting, and his style is also pleasing to the eye."
"Pleasing!? I think it's almost annoying." Fang Xuanling cut off Yan Liben's words and said.
"Ahem, you can't say that. At least this style is rare, and it can be regarded as another development direction of calligraphy and painting." Yan Liben took the shaking painting in Fang Xuanling's hand and looked at it thoughtfully. This funny portrait of Fang Xuanling speaks very presciently and to the point.
"Miss." The maid called anxiously. The young lady in front of her kept poking her head into the room. She wanted to pull her clothes with her hands, but she didn't dare to freeze beside the young lady.
"Hush! Don't make any noise!" The girl in green robe who was called Miss turned her head and said dissatisfiedly to the maid behind her. Then she poked her head and looked at the three people with different expressions in the room. She lifted up her skirt and tiptoed in.
When he went to the house, he felt something as soon as he raised his feet. He turned around suddenly and glared fiercely at the maid behind him who was about to reach out and pull him away.
The little maid was so frightened that she quickly took two steps back like a frightened rabbit.
The young lady was like a victorious general. She turned her head with satisfaction and walked softly to Yan Liben. She curiously glanced at the painting that made Yan Liben think deeply, and couldn't help but burst into laughter.
Come.
Fang Yiai generously looked at the girl who "sneakly" came in in front of her. She was only eleven or twelve years old. Unlike Xiao Tingting, who was lively and a bit heroic, this girl was naughty but also gentle. Although she was not as beautiful as
Xiao Tingting, however, is not far behind. She grew up to be a stunning beauty.
"This must be Wanru, the apple of Lide's family." Fang Xuanling glanced at the girl next to Yan Lipen and said with a smile.
"Wan Ru, why don't you show me a gift to Master Fang!" Yan Liben looked at his precious niece with helpless eyes and said, "This girl is usually spoiled by eldest brother and me, to the point where Master Fang is laughing."
"It's like meeting Uncle Fang. Uncle Fang is well." Yan Wanru respectfully greeted Fang Xuanling and said in a crisp voice, like an oriole leaving the valley.
"I've heard for a long time that the daughter-in-law of Yan Shilang's family is both talented and beautiful. When I saw her today, she certainly lived up to her reputation." Fang Xuanling said politely, raising her hand to help her.
"Uncle Fang has saved so much. I feel so ashamed that I don't deserve it." Yan Wanru said politely and stood up at the same time, her eyes full of happy smiles.
"By the way, this is the second son of my family. His name is Yi'ai. He is one year younger than you. Yi'ai is not afraid to greet Miss Yan yet." Fang Xuanling introduced.
"I've met Miss Yan." Fang Yiai said with a generous hand.
"Young Master Fang, you're welcome." Yan Wanru returned the gift generously and said. At the same time, she secretly looked at Fang Yiai curiously. As a result, she unexpectedly met Fang Yiai's appreciative gaze and moved away in a panic.
own vision.
Seeing Yan Wanru's eyes hurriedly averting his eyes, Fang Yi felt amused.
After turning away her eyes, Yan Wanru suddenly thought of why she was afraid of him, so she raised her eyes to look at Fang Yiai again. She happened to see the funny smile on Fang Yiai's face and understood that Fang Yiai was laughing.
Yan Wanru was dissatisfied with his rudeness just now and pointed at Fang Yiai, who was younger than him but taller than him, and nuzzled his small nose, then glared at Fang Yiai as if to demonstrate, and walked obediently to Yan Liben.
go.
"It's so childish." The moment Yan Wanru walked past her, Fang Yiai couldn't help but become a little playful. She whispered something in Yan Wanru's ear, and then looked at her nose, nose, and heart in an orderly manner.
Stand aside.
"You! Huh!" Yan Wanru glared at Fang Yiai with dissatisfaction, lifted her long skirt gently, and "accidentally" stepped on Fang Yiai's foot with her little foot, and then "accidentally" again
After crushing it hard, he snorted softly, walked over Fang Yiai and walked to stand next to Yan Liben, his eyes still unconvinced as he waited for Fang Yiai.
Fang Yiai silently said to Yan Wanru, "Be careful!" Fang Yiai stopped looking at Yan Wanru. She had a toothache and secretly felt the pain in her toes from being stepped on.
After understanding Fang Yiai's mouth movements, Yan Wanru was about to fight back, but Fang Yiai's face had already turned away. Yan Wanru, who was feeling angry, also turned his face to the other side angrily.
Yan Liben and Fang Xuanling, who had long seen the interaction between the two young men, looked at each other and laughed dumbly. They didn't say much and just started chatting to themselves.
Fang Yiai listened to the two chatting very seriously, while Yan Wanru rolled her eyes at Fang Yiai from time to time, constantly thinking about how to get back to the game.
"Ouch!" Yan Wanru suddenly groaned in discomfort and squatted down, holding her stomach.
"What's wrong? Wan Ru." Yan Liben, who was chatting happily with Fang Xuanling, turned his head nervously and asked with concern.
"It hurts!" Yan Wanru said uncomfortably, her flowery little face became a little pale, and there was only a thin layer of cold sweat on her forehead.
"Give me your hand." Fang Yiai knelt down in front of Yan Wanru, stretched out his hand, and said.
"Let Yiai try it." Looking at the hesitant faces of Yan Wanru and Yan Liben, Fang Xuanling couldn't help but said.
Yan Liben looked at Fang Xuanling's affirmative eyes, his eyes flickered, nodded to Yan Wanru, stood up and bent down, raising his hand to help Yan Wanru sit in the seat he had just sat.
However, as soon as Yan Wanru's body was halfway up, he remained in a half-crouch position and did not dare to move any further, and the cold sweat on his forehead began to roll down.
Regardless of the defense between men and women, Fang Yiai directly reached out and grabbed Yan Wanru's beautiful wrist to take the pulse. After taking the pulse, Fang Yiai breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It's okay. The pulse showed that there was a slight trace of condensation in the smooth image."
It's astringent. I think it's because I ate something cold at noon, which caused the blood flow to be a little sluggish at the beginning of the month. I just need to take two pairs of decoctions to warm my body."
After listening to Fang Yiai's words, Yan Wanru's little face was both ashamed and angry. She glared at Fang Yiai fiercely, biting her delicate lips with silver teeth, wishing that there was a hole in front of her that she could turn into!
Yan Liben and Fang Xuanling were startled and looked at each other. They didn't know how to deal with this situation and could only look at Fang Yiai in embarrassment.
Looking at the three people with strange expressions in front of them, Fang Yiai realized that she seemed to have said the wrong thing. In ancient times, it was different from modern times. Women's monthly letters were a private matter, and the ancients believed that monthly letters were dirty, so regarding their own monthly letters,
It seems that except for his mother and personal maid, even his husband usually will not tell him. But he never thought that his unconscious words made the situation in front of him become so embarrassing!
As a last resort, Fang Yiai said weakly, "I am a doctor."
However, Fang Xuanling and Yan Liben glared at her, and both of them gave her a look that said, "You have to figure it out."
Looking at the pale Yan Wanru, Fang Yiai secretly sighed that her life was miserable. She bent down, and when Yan Wanru screamed, he picked her up and said dissatisfiedly, "Hurry up and find someone to lead the way!"
By the way, call Mrs. Yan here!" At the same time, he carried Yan Wanru and walked out of the study.
The little maid who had been waiting outside the study and did not dare to come in heard Yan Wanru's cry of pain. She glanced at her young lady's wrong expression from a distance and ran to call Mrs. Yan in panic.
So when Fang Yiai walked to the study door with Yan Wanru in her arms, Mrs. Yan rushed over with a worried look on her face.
Ignoring her niece's shy and sick face buried in Fang Yiai's neck, Mrs. Yan briefly inquired about Yan Wanru's situation, and quickly ordered someone to make ginger and jujube tea, while taking Fang Wanru, who was holding Yan Wanru, with her.
Yiai went to the room that had been prepared for Yan Wanru.