Female student: I'm sorry, the prince is mine.

Nanshan wrapped his cloak tightly and walked to the front yard.

The collar of the moon-white winter coat has a thin layer of rabbit fur, which is soft and very warm.

But this was what she found after rummaging through the original owner's closet for a long time. It was the only winter coat that the original owner could see through.

Except for this one which has some small embroidery embellishments, the others are plain clothes without even lace. There are several pieces of the same style. You know, they are simple and elegant, but you don’t know, you think she can wear one piece of clothing for ten days.

In fact, the original owner's favorite color is light purple, but her mother said that light purple is too delicate and should not be worn by scholars every day. Moon white is so good, it has the gentleness and elegance of a female scholar, but also the style of a legitimate daughter.

Nanshan sighed. The mother and daughter are so young that they don't know the pain of old age. Now she wishes she could wear bright clothes every day, yellow, pink and purple, how energetic they are!

Ahem, of course, the aesthetics cannot be like that of her third sister Nan Shanqing. The original owner has good taste, and the literati's picky taste for texture and lively colors complement each other.

Another day, use Xuan Qing to give... ahem, borrow her money to buy some clothes, and think about how to make money by the way.

After all, the economic base determines the superstructure. She only has a strong waist if she has coins in her pocket.

Along the way, Nanshan found that except for the Huayu Pavilion, other places in the mansion were full of life. The servants were walking quickly with their heads lowered. Some were holding ready-made clothes, and some were holding delicate fruit plates, as if they were wearing hair. Average.

The servants stopped to salute her from time to time. Nanshan exclaimed, "How do they know who she is with their heads lowered?" After thinking about it, it's not surprising. After all, in this house, only on her skirt can such plain moiré patterns and a handful of embellishments be seen.

Further forward, there is the flower hall where guests are received. The father, two aunts and their daughters are all there. As soon as Nanshan crosses the threshold, he hears an old nun holding Nanshan Xi’s hand and asking her something. Nanshan Xi looked shy and responded delicately: "It all depends on the parents."

The marriage matchmaking in this era is really implicit, and the phrase "it all depends on the parents" is really appropriate. It is all decided by the parents. It not only acquiesces to "the parents' orders, the matchmaker's words", but also shows the woman well. of obedience. If you don't like it, you can still say "I want to be filial to my parents for a few more years." Don't say that, it's quite smart.

Seeing Nanshan walk into the flower hall, Nanshan Yun's eyes changed, and Nanshan sneered inwardly. But his face still had the coolness of a scholar, which blessed him: "Greetings to father."

Nanshan Yun touched his beard and said with a smile, "Xiaoyou, why are you here? Come and see Aunt Gui soon."

Nanshan smiled and saluted Aunt Gui, then sat on the seat at the head of Nanshan Yun. He didn't even look at his two aunts and sisters.

After she took her seat, she stood up and saluted her before her aunt and sisters sat down.

Nanshan Xi and Fourth Yiniang didn't look very good on their faces, so they held back and held on to the scene. Nanshan looked at the two people whose cheeks were slightly red from holding their breath, but whose expressions were extremely calm and modest. He felt funny in his heart. Look at these two people, their tender skin could not hide their expressions at all.

Well, my skin is really tender, but no matter how tender it is, it will always be scratched by her, right? After all, they are quite noisy and have too many opportunities to do something.

Aunt Gui is an old woman, and she saw the subtle changes in everyone's faces, and thought to herself, after all, they are children raised by aunt and uncle, and they can't express their emotions and anger. Then he moved his eyes to Nanshan, well, a legitimate daughter is a legitimate daughter, calm and unhurried, neither humble nor overbearing, polite and courteous.

When Aunt Gui saw Nanshan's veil covering her face, she had no other thoughts. She heard that the eldest girl in Nanshan Mansion lived in seclusion and didn't care about the world. She only asked questions in books. I never like to meet people, so it’s not surprising that I’m wearing a veil in this scene. Mammy likes the bookishness in her body and automatically ignores everything else.

I don’t know where the young master made the mistake of choosing Nanshan Xi. Is it true that the rumors started? Why can't you investigate clearly? Aunt Gui suddenly felt a little guilty about Nanshan, so she looked at Nanshan kindly and asked, "I heard that Madam has been feeling unwell in recent years. Is she feeling better now?"

"Thank you very much, mama, for your concern. Mother is much better. But there is a big event in the house today, and mother was afraid that she would expose everyone after her illness, so she just asked me to come over and apologize to you. Mother ordered Nanshan to personally hand over the matchmaker's gift to mama. , to express my gratitude to grandma for being a matchmaker."

As Nanshan spoke, he held up a rosewood box inlaid with gold wire and gems with both hands, and said with a smile: "I heard that grandma has been reading poetry and books with my wife since she was a child. My mother said that if grandma had not been loyal to my wife for many years, Don't give up on becoming an official, otherwise you will definitely be a general or prime minister. My mother regards grandma as the number one scholar among women, so she must accept this small gift."

Nanshan handed the box to Aunt Gui. Inside was an original handwritten volume of ancient music written by Su Xi, a South Vietnamese writer.

When Aunt Gui saw the words "Susie's Handwritten" carved on the top of the wooden box, she was so excited that the muscles on her face trembled, and she almost lost control of her expression: "The rare treasure that my wife has been searching for all these years is actually found here. It’s an authentic work! This old slave is truly lucky!”

Aunt Gui was excited. She touched the carvings on the box with both hands and took it tremblingly. She said "It's disrespectful" and her eyes filled with joyful appreciation for Nanshan.

Suzy's handwritten copy! That Susie who would rather tear up calligraphy and paintings than give them away easily!

"Thank you Madam and Miss for your kindness! If Madam is in better health, you can come to the house to enjoy the flowers at any time!" Nanshan smiled and nodded.

Hearing that the prefect's wife loved flowers, the prefect, who loved her very much, searched for many rare varieties for her, and even built a greenhouse to grow flowers in winter.

At this time, the maid brought tea and snacks, and everyone chatted and tasted the snacks. Among the many businesses in Nanshan Prefecture, there is a kind of preserved fruit, which can be eaten with snacks. It has a unique flavor. It can be served with tea to relieve tiredness and not overeat.

Nanshan Yun also took out some calligraphy and painting collections to appreciate with everyone. Just when everyone was getting more interested, a boy came in from the door and said something in Nanshan Yun's ear.

When Nanshan Xi saw this, the light in his eyes suddenly gathered, shining with excitement.

Sure enough, Nanshan Yun coughed lightly: "Xiaoyou, my father remembers that there is a picture of Jiangnan Rain Alley in the study room. Go and look for it."

"Yes." Nanshan responded with a low eyebrow, and followed the boy in front to Nanshan Yun's study.