Master wants to hug

When Fang Su came back, Yueming was still holding the rice bowl, but the rice was gone.

"not enough?"

Yueming put down his bowl and gave Fang Su a sweet smile, "I'm done."

"This lord...this lord saw it."

A wordless anxiety and powerlessness rose in her heart.

Fang Su asked someone to clear away the dishes.

Yueming sat beside Fang Su, and Fang Su didn't let her move, so she didn't move.

Fang Su casually threw her a book.

Yueming picked it up from the mat and said, "Master Hou?"

Fang Su said: "Read."

Yueming said: "But... I don't know."

"Don't know? Don't you know any of them?"

Yueming pointed at the one above, and said, "I know this one."

"how old are you?"

"Nine years old."

"Didn't your father ask someone to teach you how to write when you were nine years old?"

Yueming shook his head and said, "No."

"You can't even write your own name?"

Yueming whispered: "No." It seemed that he had done something wrong.

Fang Su frowned, these two words are not difficult words.

Afraid that Fang Su would get angry, Yueming said again: "I will learn."

"Learn?" Fang Su glanced at her and said, "Who did you learn from?"

Yueming was suddenly at a loss for words, she is now the little attendant beside Marquis Pingyang, who can she learn from?

Fang Su picked up the pen and said, "Come here."

Yueming was not far away from her, and passed by as promised.

Fang Su looked up and saw that the child was keeping a certain distance from him, and said impatiently, "Come closer."

Yueming moved a little further, not even touching the corner of Fang Su's clothes.

Fang Su reached out and pulled the child into his arms.

Yueming was startled, and said, "Master Hou?"

"Weren't you very capable when you asked Ben Hou to hold it? How dare you now?" Fang Su snorted coldly, and stuffed the pen into her hand, "Hold it, hold it tight."

Yueming clenched her pen tightly, and then felt a chill in her hand——Fang Su held her hand.

Fang Su's hands had calluses that had been worn out by using swords and brushes all year round. His hands were cold and a little rough, not at all in touch with those beauties with soft hands and creamy skin.

Fang Su held her hand and wrote the word Yueming on the paper.

The two characters are tall, straight and slender, like orchids and bamboos.

"This is your name."

Yueming blinked and said sincerely, "It's pretty."

Fang Su was still waiting for her next words, but he didn't expect that there was only one good sentence.

She praised people for being good-looking, and her words were also good-looking.

If the child stays by her side for a long time, it is necessary for her to learn how to read and write. Fang Su doesn't want to listen to others praising him for being good-looking all day long.

"Learn to write." Fang Su let go of her hand.

Yueming held the pen, seemingly at a loss.

It took me a long time to put the pen on the paper. The child had no strength in his hands, and the written words floated and twisted. It didn't look like it was written, but like a snake crawled out.

After finishing writing, she held the pen tightly and looked at Fang Su anxiously.

Fang Su had to say that this was the most stupid handwriting she had ever seen.

The Fang family in Wanzhou is a famous family in the Great Zhou Dynasty. During the 300 years of the Great Zhou Dynasty, there were five prime ministers and nine Taifus. I was also beaten with a board when I was learning to write.

If Yueming was brought up by Fang's family this year... Fang Su thought coldly, he might lose his hand.

She used the energy that her husband had given her in the past, hummed a long tone, picked up the paper, glanced at it with disgust, and said, "This word..."

Yueming looked at her without blinking, and under the light, her beautiful eyes were as bright as pearls and jade, as if they had been carefully polished.

Fang Su said: "Not bad."

It's only because the child's eyes are so good that people want to dig them out and put them in a sandalwood box to enjoy.

But Fang Su was a human being after all, a fairly normal person. When she thought that these were eyes, and putting them in her hands would only make her hands sticky and iron-smelling blood, the thoughts that suddenly rose in her heart disappeared.

Although she has fought wars all year round and has had many people's blood on her body, she still loves to be clean.

"Really?" Yueming asked with joy and disbelief.

"What did I lie to you for?"

Yueming pursed her lips slightly, thought for a while, and muttered, "I don't know either."

"Practice, write well," Fang Su said, "Write a hundred."

When she was a child, she practiced handwriting on stacks of papers, all of which had to be the same size, and the words could not be altered, and one sheet was fined for each correction. Usually, two hours passed after the calligraphy practice was completed every day.

Yueming nodded, and obediently began to write.

Fang Su looked at the words she wrote, and he thought, anyway, he is a servant and not a Marquis, as long as people know each other, they don't need to show it.

This child's handwriting is not very good, but he still knows how to learn.

Fang Su was surprised that his request had become lower, and couldn't help nodding his brows.

After Yueming wrote a hundred, Yueming didn't even know what her name was. She looked up and saw Fang Su sitting upright looking at a book.

She was sitting too upright, as if she was sitting on the bamboo mat in the study at home, not in the carriage. It was still summer, and Fang Su's official robes were several layers, but even the collar was not messed up. There was no sweat on the face, and it didn't seem to be hot at all.

On the other hand, she was wearing a gauze dress, and she had rolled up her sleeves for the convenience of practicing calligraphy, but her nose was covered with sweat and her face was hot.

"Finished?"

Yueming presented the treasure and held it up for Fang Su to see, and hummed heavily.

Fang Su took the book away, looked at it, and said, "Not bad."

Compared with the first word, it is really good.

Yueming concentrated on writing for half an hour before he got a sentence that was not bad, the child was inevitably depressed.

Fang Su turned his eyes back to the book and said, "Practice tomorrow."

"Yes."

After saying one thing, it dropped beside her, it was a fan.

She looked at Fang Su, but Fang Su ignored her.

She gently opened the fan, the moon was painted on the fan, half blocked by the clouds, and there was a pendant hanging on the fan, the light red one was a koi carp.

She touched the sweat on her nose, picked it up and fanned herself carefully.

If the child really took it and fanned her, she might go crazy.

Fang Su finished reading a book, and the child fell asleep.

The candle was more than half burned, and she extinguished it with a raised hand.

The moonlight shone on Yueming lying on the table, looking extremely uncomfortable, Fang Su got up and put the person beside him.

It's still a child anyway, how much space can it take up?

……

After several days of heavy rain, Yueming was tied up in the car.

She wanted to go on, but Fang Su looked back, how dare she speak again?

Fang Su knocked on the wall of the car, and someone outside immediately said, "Master Hou."

"Not on the official road anymore?"

The carriage was extremely bumpy, even if it was raining, the official road would not be like this.

"Back to Lord Hou, the Qilian official road has been broken due to disrepair for a long time. Now we are walking on an unrepaired mountain road."

"I know now."

Yueming has been with Fang Su day and night these days, and she is no longer so afraid of her. Although Fang Su is about to kill people at every turn, he has never seen her stabbing her with a sword.

She opened some of the curtains with a fan, and saw a handsome young man riding a horse beside the cart, wearing a coir raincoat and a bamboo hat.

"Is it good-looking?" Fang Su asked.

Yueming turned her head and said with a smile, "Not as good-looking as Lord Hou."

Although she is not proficient in the way of flattering, she has learned a lot from the people around Lord Hou in the past few days. Knowing when to praise others is all the time for Fang Su.

She found that she, who was good-looking but not good-looking, was really too tender compared to the servants and staff around Lord Hou. They could praise from beauty to knowledge, to official position, and they didn't use words and words without repeating the same.

Yueming feels his own inadequacy, but because he has too little literacy, he can only look good.

"I'm asking about bamboo hats."

She wants to ask if it's fun, but she doesn't know what this person climbing along the pole will say.

She took a closer look and found that the bamboo hat was very delicately woven, so she said, "It's pretty."

She answered again with a smile, "Sure enough, Master Hou's things are all beautiful."

The eyes looked at what she said, very sincere.

Very good, so glib in just a few days?

Master Fang Sufang, who is elegant and rigorous, thinks it is very useful.

Who thinks there are too many words of praise.

"Is it as big as her?"

The handsome young man said: "It's not that big."

Yueming was a little disappointed, but he didn't show it.

"However, it doesn't take much effort to weave one as big as Yueming, and the coir grass is so good."

"The rain will stop after we make it up." Fang Su said lightly, but he didn't stop it.

"Hou Ye Hou Ye, can I go down and see how it is made up?"

"You can go down with an umbrella," Hou Ye said.

"Where's the umbrella?"

Fang Su's lips parted slightly, and he spit out two words, "I didn't bring it."

The young man smiled too.

"Did you make it up?" Yueming paused, not knowing what to call it.

"His name is Yan Mingjue." Fang Su said.

Yueming looked up at Fang Su, and Fang Su actually saw some helplessness on the child's face.

what is it call?

It can't be called Yan Mingjue.

Calling names is fine, but how can there be such a rule for a nine-year-old child to call a sergeant by name?

It's fine if it's an ordinary attendant, you can call her brother, but anyone with a discerning eye can tell that the child is liked by Lord Hou, who is so bold to ask her to call him brother?

"It's not too much to ask Mr. Banquet." Fang Su said.

Of course she also knew that a child should not be called by his first name.

"Master Yan." Yueming said.

"Yueming...you're welcome."

The child has no identity and official position, so whatever is called is a problem.

Fang Su also thought about this problem, but he hadn't figured it out yet.

Let's see what she looks like in the future, let's talk about grades.

The car was too stuffy and bumpy, so Fang Su endured it all morning, and then came out to ride the horse in the afternoon.

Yueming's little coir raincoat had been braided, and Yueming looked so pitiful when she was lying on the window of the car, Hou Ye reluctantly carried her out to ride with him.

Fang Su suddenly felt something was wrong and raised his head.

"Master Hou?" Yueming grabbed her sleeve, "The mountain seems to be shaking."

It's a landslide!