The happy life of a prodigal

Could this little girl be the daughter of a certain prince?

Otherwise, how would you know 'Her Royal Highness is good-looking, kind and generous'.

Zhao Yan dodged her eyes and said, "I guess..."

Fang Xiu sighed, and said: "How did I hear that Princess An Le has a bad temper, willfulness, and small breasts."

"you!"

When Zhao Yan heard this, her face was filled with anger, and she grabbed Fang Xiu's arm and gave a vicious mouthful.

"hiss......"

Fang Xiu was bitten by her unexpectedly, grinning his teeth in pain, and tremblingly said: "It hurts...let go!"

Zhao Yan heard that the pain in his voice did not seem to be fake, so she hurriedly let go.

Fang Xiu glared at her angrily, and said angrily, "I didn't mention you, why are you so angry!"

Not to be outdone, Zhao Yan stared back, and said, "I can't bear to see you slandering Your Highness the Princess, what if I bite you!"

After she finished speaking, she seemed to be still angry, and rushed towards Fang Xiu, angrily said: "Not only will I bite you, but I will also beat you!"

Zhao Yan wanted to hit Fang Xiu, but Fang Xiu couldn't fight back.

Because Zhao Yan pressed him on the blanket with two moves, and his hands were clasped backwards.

Zhao Yan rode on him from behind, looked at him condescendingly, and said, "I will let you slander...the princess in the future!"

"Master, I..."

Bai Xiaochun opened the curtain of the car, and saw the girl who was holding a sword a few days ago to "do justice for the sky", riding on her young master in a very ambiguous posture.

Then he saw his young master's eyes as if he was about to kill someone.

He slapped violently, and the next moment, he stretched out his hand and said while groping, "Master, I suddenly lost my eyesight just now, can you help me see..."

Bai Xiaochun groped and turned around, put down the car curtain, and said, "My eyes seem to be healed again, don't bother the young master... Oh, yes, young master, we are here."

Zhao Yan's pretty face flushed, she gave Fang Xiu a vicious look, got up from him, and got out of the carriage.

Liu Fangxiu was lying on the spot alone, unable to figure out how he had offended this young lady......

............

Facts have proved that women need no reason to be angry.

Two days later, when Zhao Yan saw Fang Xiu, she still didn't have a good face.

Fang Xiu was also happy.

It's just right for her to ignore herself, at least she doesn't have to practice those three-legged cat kung fu with her anymore.

Walking out of the house, Fang Xiu glanced at the blue sky.

The sun is just right, warm and warm, and the breeze is blowing, very refreshing.

As usual, he was lying on the grand master's chair in the courtyard, his eyes half-closed and his back against the wall.

The sun shines on the body, warm and comfortable.

Half of the 2 taels of silver had already been spent, and he bought all the shops in Gujing Street in the south of the city.

It will take some time to redecorate and remodel.

When it is completed, it will be Chu's first high-end leisure and entertainment area integrating catering, accommodation and entertainment.

For Fang Xiu, a liberal arts man who can neither make soap nor burn glass, building an entertainment industry with modern concepts seems to be the only reliable way to make money.

Although 2 taels of silver is enough for ordinary people to squander a lifetime, Fang Xiu is a man who wants to be a prodigal.

If you don't earn more money, how can you be a better prodigal.

In fact, you don't need to earn too much, as long as you can wait until the emperor changes his mind.

At that time, he can safely live a relaxed and comfortable life like he is now...

Fang Xiu opened his eyes and sighed.

The power of ghosts and gods is far beyond his expectation, and whether Gujing Street can restore its former prosperity has become a big question that he has never thought about.

This plan was ruined from the beginning to the end by his sudden conscience discovery, it can be said that he shot himself in the foot.

I just hope that the marketing methods I learned by ear in my previous life will come in handy...

When Fang Xiu was sighing in his heart, suddenly there was a rustling sound in his ear.

He turned his head to look over, and found that the little maid Xiu'er was squatting on the ground next to her, holding a branch in her hand and scratching something on the ground.

Fang Xiu was a little puzzled by this weird behavior.

He walked up to Xiu'er and asked, "Xiu'er, what are you doing?"

The little maid stopped what she was doing, raised her head and said, "I'm drawing."

"draw?"

Fang Xiu probed and looked, and could vaguely make out the pattern on the ground.

He smiled: "Draw a mouse properly..."

The little girl's pretty face flushed red, and she quickly wiped off the pattern with a branch, and whispered: "Master, this, this is a rabbit!"

The rabbit in the painting was recognized as a mouse by others, but luckily it was the little girl Xiu'er, if it were Zhao Yan, she would probably fight Fang Xiu to death.

Thinking of the rabbit being painted as a ball of fat mice, Fang Xiu couldn't help but want to laugh out loud. Seeing the little girl's pretty face that was red as if dripping blood, she held back her smile and asked, "It's okay, let's draw a rabbit. What?"

The little girl's pretty face was flushed, she lowered her head, rubbed the hem of her clothes, and whispered, "It was drawn for the Shangyuan Festival. On that night, there will be a festive lantern in the mansion..."

Shangyuan Festival is the Lantern Festival.

Different from the earth, the night of the first full moon is postponed from the fifteenth day of the first lunar month to the nineteenth day of the first lunar month.

Although the days change, the rest of the customs are roughly similar to those on Earth.

It is nothing more than eating Lantern Festival, visiting the flower market, admiring lanterns, guessing lantern riddles, dancing dragon and lion...

For the little maids in these mansions, the most attractive thing is undoubtedly the activity of viewing lanterns.

Every year, on the day of Shangyuan Festival, the maids in the mansion will make lanterns by themselves, and they will inevitably compete with each other secretly.

After tea and dinner, the most talked about is whose lanterns are more exquisitely made and whose patterns are more exquisite.

Fang Xiu thought for a while, waved to her, and said, "Go and get your lantern."

Xiu'er has always been obedient to her young master, she nodded and went into the side room, and came out with something in her hand after a while.

Fang Xiu looked at the thing in Xiu'er's hand that was made into a square frame with bamboo strips and covered with a layer of white paper.

It is not much different from the lantern in the previous life, but it is too rough.

"Master..."

Xiu'er also knew that the lanterns she made were too crude, so she blushed with shame and lowered her head, not daring to look at Fang Xiu.

Fang Xiu seemed to have thought of something, took the lantern from her hand, and said, "Go to the house to polish the ink."

Chapter 26 Drawing

Xiu'er now understood what Fang Xiu wanted to do.

A blush appeared on her pretty face, and she happily ran back to the house to get a pen and ink.

Fang Xiu's painting skills are really good, but it's not Danqing ink, but some basic stick figures.

In his previous life, in order to pay for his tuition, he had tried all sorts of jobs, including being a tutor and helping elementary school students with their homework. It was at that time that he practiced stick figures.

Inside the house, Xiu'er was standing beside the table grinding ink, Fang Xiu put the lantern on the table and fixed it, and he already had a rough picture in his mind.

Thin lines were formed under the pen, and a woman in palace attire appeared in a short while.

The woman is holding a smart jade rabbit in her arms, and behind her is a palace with a fairy air.

With just a few strokes, a beautiful picture of the Guanghan Palace is outlined.

Xiu'er stood on tiptoe, looking at the lantern with a pair of apricot eyes.

As the picture on the lantern gradually took shape, her nimble eyes widened, as if she saw something unquestionable.

It never occurred to her...

Just some simple lines can actually form a vivid picture.

...............

Holding the painted lantern, the little maid happily walked out of the yard.

As soon as she walked out of the yard, she saw a handsome girl not much older than him walking towards her.

"Miss Zhao..."

With a satisfied smile on her face, Xiu'er looked at the girl, waved her hand, and said hello.

Zhao Yan nodded, looked at the lantern in her hand, and asked in confusion, "Xiu'er, what is that?"

Xiu'er happily held up the lantern and said, "Young Master drew the lantern for me."

"Can he still paint?"

Zhao Yan pursed her lips, obviously she was very disdainful of the painting skills of Fang Xiu, a prodigal son.

Seeing her expression, Xiu'er hurriedly defended her young master, saying: "Young master is a scholar, the paintings are very good..."

"No matter how good his paintings are, how can he be better than the painters of the Hanlin Academy?"

Zhao Yan said casually.

When Xiu'er heard this, her eyes dimmed, she lowered her head, and said nothing.

She wanted to defend her young master, but she didn't know what to say.

Although the wife and the young master dote on her, she is just a little maid who has never seen the world, so she is naturally different from young ladies from a rich family like Ms. Zhao.

In her opinion, the young master's paintings for her are already excellent, but compared with the painters around His Majesty, they are definitely not as good...

Seeing Xiu'er's gloomy expression, Zhao Yan's pretty face showed a look of panic, she took a step forward, held her hand, and said: "Next year's Lantern Festival, I will ask my father to ask the best painter in the capital to paint for you. Draw whatever you want."

Xiu'er shook her head lightly, and whispered: "Xiu'er thinks that the young master's paintings are the best..."

Zhao Yan looked at the little maid helplessly, feeling a little depressed.

I really don't know what's so good about that guy that the little maid worships him so much.

In order to make up for the previous mistake, Zhao Yan pretended to be interested and said, "Can I see... your young master's painting?"

"Ah."

With joy on Xiu'er's face, she propped the Zhumi away

Paintings that she had never seen before appeared before her eyes.

"This......"

Although it is different from those ink paintings in the palace, Zhao Yan can't tell what's wrong with this seemingly simple line painting.

In fact, when she saw this kind of painting for the first time, she had no other thoughts except that it looked good.

A hint of disbelief appeared on the girl's pretty face, and as time passed, a hint of envy gradually appeared.

Seeing the change in her expression, Xiu'er couldn't help feeling a little proud.

Let you laugh at the young master, it's okay now, you were scared by the young master...

............

After the little maid left the yard, Fang Xiu returned to his recliner, lazily basking in the sun.

Bai Xiaochun came in from the courtyard, saw Fang Xiu, hurried forward, half squatted beside the reclining chair, and whispered: "Master, I'm here."

Fang Xiu closed his eyes, and asked casually, "How much is left of the bank note from last time?"

Bai Xiaochun thought for a while and said, "It's less than 3000 taels."

Fang Xiudao: "Take out 1000 taels and go to the bank to exchange for silver. In addition, release the news that tomorrow's Shangyuan Festival, Gujing Street will hold a three-day lantern festival. Anyone can participate, and the prizes will be rich."

"Yes, sir."