Maid, Little Lucky Wife

Since Mo Xuan said he would visit often, he did.

The purpose is very clear, just to meet Yunshang.

Although it's almost settled, we can't just follow his temper.

The two cannot meet alone, which results in the prince being the light bulb every time they meet.

This made the prince very dissatisfied, and Mo Xuan had to be a child many times.

The two were already good friends and this was just a joke.

On this day, Yun Shang came back from the Crown Prince, holding a small gift from Mo Xuan, an exquisitely carved jewelry box.

There is also a pair of gold earrings in the shape of peach blossoms.

Yun Shang still had a gentle smile on her face and bumped into Zida head-on.

Yun Shang bent down slightly and said hello.

"Hello, Sister Zida."

Zi Dai nodded expressionlessly, looking at the hairpin Yun Shang was wearing on her head, which was a gift from her sweetheart.

Her tone was unconsciously sarcastic, "Sister Yunshang is different after we get married. Look at how many outfits she has changed. She is so enviable!"

The expression on Yun Shang's face paused, "Haha, if my sister is willing to discuss marriage, there will definitely be more young talents who like her."

Zi Dai snorted coldly, how could those poor scholars be worthy of her?She wants to be rich and wealthy.

"Sister Yunshang, please listen to my advice. Fame is of no use. Only good clothes and good food are serious things."

Yun Shang's expression did not change, she always smiled and nodded, "Sister said yes!"

Seeing the indifferent people, Zi Dai lost her patience, threw off her sleeves and left directly.

Yun Shang took the initiative to step aside, not because she was afraid. She was also the maid beside the old lady. Zida was one year older than her and came to the old lady earlier than her.

It is better to do less than to do more. After all, she will not stay in the Hou Mansion for a long time.

Yun Shang looked at her back and frowned. This person's temper was getting more and more unstable, and she was afraid she wouldn't be able to bear it for long.

The day's work was over, Xin'er was on night duty today, and Yun Shang was the only one left in the room.

After washing, carefully close the doors and windows.

Lie on the bed, close your eyes, and when you open them again, you have entered space.

The space is a little more alive than it was originally, and the land is filled with flowers, herbs, and vegetables.

Yun Shang couldn't help but feel relaxed. She liked the way the space was so full of life.

The space is like spring all year round, even though the outside world is freezing and snowy, the space is still very warm.

Looking at the vegetables growing well on the ground, she couldn't help but want to cook a portion, but unfortunately, she was very full.

I walked into the bamboo building and came to the studio.

She read a lot of books about incense making in the study room, and whenever she had free time, she would use her mental power to open the books in the space.

The process of making incense can be understood in my mind, but I have never practiced it.

How about making incense now?I can't suppress this thought no matter what, so I might as well take this opportunity to make incense.

Yun Shang started looking for materials with great interest. There were many kinds of fragrances, some of which could heal people, and some of which were harmful.

Thinking that Xin'er's mother has suffered from insomnia and migraines recently, she might as well do something to regulate her sleep.

Go to the fresh-keeping room to find the needed medicinal materials, think about it, and choose a common petal.

She had never used the tools for making incense in the bamboo house, so it was inevitable that she would become crafty at this time.

It took me until three to finish it.

Seeing that it was getting late, Yun Shang packed up the three incense sticks in her hands.

The incense is not particularly long-lasting, and one stick can burn for up to three hours. However, according to the detailed explanation in the book, three sticks of incense can cure my aunt's headache.

There is nothing to put the incense in, and it can't be taken so naked. It seems that I have to ask Mo Xuan to get some boxes.

The marriage was immutable, so Yun Shang began to accept it calmly, and got along well with Mo Xuan.

She has been accepting gifts from each other recently. She has not given Mo Xuan a gift yet, and it seems that she is ready to prepare one.

The two agreed to meet once a week, and they just met today. They would meet again in a week, so she could prepare well.

Her embroidery work is outstanding, so she can make some small purses.

She made a decision in her heart, and she and the little sisters in the house bought some fine fabrics and silk threads.

I started embroidering the next day.

A purse containing some spices and two handkerchiefs embroidered with lotus flowers and bamboo.

Xin'er looked at the busy people and joked with a smile, "It's different when you have a future husband. A little sister like me didn't even receive a gift!"

Yun Shang's face turned red, and the figure of Toshiro Mo Xuan appeared in her mind unconsciously, and she couldn't stop the smile on her lips.

She covered her mouth and coughed lightly, "I don't have any, you just know how to make fun of me."

Xin'er smiled and narrowed her eyes, "Ha, if you still don't admit it, do you miss your Xuan Lang in your heart?"

Yun Shang couldn't help but rush towards her and scratch the soft flesh of her waist.

It wasn't until the two of them were panting and sweating that they stopped fighting.

At this time, the two people's clothes were messy and their hair was scattered around their ears, and they looked lazy.

"Yun Shang, after you and Mo Xuan get married, can we still see each other often?"

Yun Shang looked confused, and she wasn't sure, but the number of times he would see her would definitely be less. If the husband didn't want his wife to show up in public, there might be even less chance of her coming out.

Seeing that Yun Shang didn't speak, Xin'er comforted her in turn.

"Don't worry, I don't think Mr. Mo Xuan is that pedantic person. We still have a chance to meet."

Yun Shang nodded, feeling anxious in her heart. Could it be that she also had premarital phobia?

The two of them didn't know what to say for a moment, so they could only squint their eyes and wait to fall asleep.

Another week passed, and Mo Xuan arrived as promised.

Yun Shang was taken to his yard by the prince on an excuse.

The old lady is very open-minded and acquiesces to the nonsense of a few juniors.

After the two met, the prince retired, leaving the two of them alone.

"Sister Yun Shang, try this pastry. It's delicious. It's very popular in the capital."

Mo Xuan took out a small piece of pastry and carefully handed it to Yun Shang, looking at Yun Shang expectantly.

Yun Shang smiled slightly, "Okay, Mr. Mo Xuan recommended it, it must be delicious."

As he spoke, he reached out and took it. The pastry was small, but exquisitely made, and had a fruity aroma.

Put it in your mouth, the pastry melts in your mouth, and a light sweetness fills your mouth. It is not particularly sweet, but the sweetness is just right.

Looking at Yun Shang's satisfied little face, Mo Xuan felt sweet in his heart.

"How is it? Isn't it delicious?"

Yun Shang nodded, "It's indeed delicious. Thank you, Mr. Mo Xuan."

Mo Xuan looked stunned and smiled bitterly, "Why don't you want to call me Brother Mo Xuan? How about calling me Brother Xuan?"

He looked at Yun Shang with a somewhat aggrieved look, with a hint of pleading.

Yun Shang's heart softened and she pursed her lips, "Brother Xuan!"

The sound is so small that it is almost inaudible.

Mo Xuan smiled broadly in his heart, raised the corners of his mouth, and took out another cake from the box.

"Try this. It tastes good. Which one do you like? I'll bring it to you next time."

Although the two of them didn't come into contact much, they were very comfortable getting along.

After getting in touch more times, I found that they had many common topics and they were not rigid people. We could talk about music, chess, calligraphy and painting.

This made Yun Shang breathe a sigh of relief. Fortunately, it was not a blind marriage, but a blind date marriage.