Qing Dynasty: Pampering The Queen

Su Peisheng quickly glanced at the two of them.

The master had a smile on his face; Mu Gege also had a smile on his face, but the blush on his face, the corners of his eyes and the brows had not yet dissipated, and there was a bit of indescribable charm. You don't even need to think about what happened just now.

Thinking about the ridiculously long time the two of them spent alone, Su Peisheng's mind was racing, and he didn't know what was inappropriate for children.

Then I was a little speechless: Lord, image, image! In broad daylight, you are so depraved

After lunch, Mu Jin announced to everyone the official name of the "thing grown from Western seeds": Strawberry.

Naturally, everyone said, "This name is great!", "It sounds very appropriate!", "It's also very easy to call!", etc., blowing rainbow farts in a fancy way.

All in all it was good, very good.

Mu Jin was in a good mood, carrying a small bamboo basket, and took Fourth Master to the backyard to pick strawberries together.

Fourth Master took a look at those strawberries, and sure enough, the roots grew, and they had already grown densely.

Seeing that she likes it again, it's all just thinking about it, it's just a few acres of land, so it's understandable to coax her to be happy.

After picking a small half of the basket, Mu Jin ordered someone to wash it and bring it up. She picked the biggest, reddest and plump ones, which were especially delicious at first glance, and offered to feed them to the fourth master first, and worked hard to please him.

At this moment, he lost his guard, eating the strawberries, the fourth master also felt that the taste was really good, thinking of the pair of children, he said with a casual smile: "Pick some more later, and give some to Fujin, Da Gege, and third brother."

"Well," Mu Jin nodded, and said with a smile: "Tomorrow, the fruit in the morning is fresher, and it looks good when you send it out. In the morning, the servant will ask someone to pick it and send it away."

Hearing that he didn't mention Mrs. Li, Mu Jin felt relieved.

Give Fujin and the two children whatever they want, she doesn't care.

And it should be, who told her to mess around in the backyard, where can good things go to Fujin? Sooner or later Fujin will know.

But it won't work for Mrs. Li.

Moreover, it is absolutely impossible to send it today.

At this moment, the fourth master is here with her, but she asks someone to send things to the main courtyard and rose courtyard, Fujin may not take it seriously. Big Gege and Third Elder Brother live in the Rose Garden, Li Shi will definitely think that he is deliberately giving things to show off and stimulate her.

He already hated himself to the point of death, so why bother asking her to curse behind her back?

Today or tomorrow morning, the fourth master wouldn't care about details like this, so he nodded with a smile.

Fourth Master took a rest today, so he simply didn't leave in the afternoon, staying in the wisteria garden for recreation.

Speaking of painting, I simply grabbed Mu Jin's paintings and showed him.

Mu Jin's level of drawing is actually not very good, let alone using a brush, which is only equivalent to the elementary level.

Fourth master frowned, criticizing for nothing.

That's all, I still hate that iron can't make steel, insisting on her "making progress" and teaching her personally.

The picture I imagined was that the fourth master held her hand and hugged her from behind her, and they worked together sweetly on a picture scroll.

It doesn't matter how the painting is, the important thing is that the two people get along sweet enough.

From time to time, she looked back and smiled, and even looked at him affectionately and smiled.

However, in reality, Fourth Master’s strict teacher is usually on hand to guide. Mu Jin is forced to paint with a brush. Because the painting is not good enough and does not meet Fourth Master’s requirements, he is constantly reminded by him in one way or another, occasionally mixed with a sound. Sigh or reprimand lightly.

His hands were sore and he couldn't stop. He said that things shouldn't be anticlimactic;

Mu Jin was so angry that she held back her stomach.