The blackened marquis insists that the husband should be more valuable than the son!

Ling Su couldn't help but be startled when he said this.

Princess Cen's eyebrows were slightly raised in surprise, and she looked at her a few more times. Xue Mingyue looked at her innocently with her clear, almond-shaped eyes, and then slowly said: "Martial arts are good, but they are lacking everywhere nowadays." Someone who is good at martial arts."

After finishing speaking, she looked at Ling Su and said, "We can learn from each other when we come back to Jinglan next time."

Ling Su's eyes darkened when he thought of the scene of being pressed down and beaten by Xie Lang the day before yesterday.

Before he could speak, Xue Mingyue smiled and nodded: "That's a good relationship. I'd like to thank my grandmother for my brother. Mr. Marquis is the leader of this year's martial arts competition. My brother will definitely gain a lot from competing with him."

"The village has been tidied up. Let's go in and catch up on dinner."

Xue Mingyue's eyes passed over Ling Su and stopped on Princess Cen. She took the initiative to step forward to help her and said with a smile: "Grandma, let's go."

The two looked at each other and tacitly agreed not to say anything more.

This hot spring village is much larger than the houses in the town. The road is paved with bluestone slabs of different shapes. There is also a layer of neat cobblestones on the roadside, and lush green bamboos and fruit trees are crisscrossed.

Looking back, I see flat and golden farmland.

Looking forward, we can see the towering peaks reaching into the clouds, and the faint sound of books floating down.

It's autumn now, and the village is filled with an intoxicating fruity aroma.

There are many boys picking fruits there with ladders.

Xue Mingyue had not been back here for many years. When she suddenly saw this scene hidden deep in her memory, she felt that her whole body calmed down in an instant, and her heart was no longer wandering.

As soon as the group entered the village, they were led to the flower hall by the servants.

Lou Zhizhang, who was wearing a plain robe, sat there lazily, holding a stack of manuscripts in his hand and reading, completely unaware of the movement at the door.

Xue Mingyue was about to call him, but she saw that he suddenly slapped his thigh excitedly and said "hello" three times in a row.

"Every word is beautiful, and it is so enjoyable to read!"

"Compared with the previous articles that were incomprehensible, this article is simply more mouth-watering!"

"..." Xue Mingyue turned around and explained to the old princess in a low voice, "Grandpa only looks like this when he is reading articles. He is not like this at ordinary times. Today, he should have collected articles from students to read."

When she was a child, she often heard her grandfather comment on the ‘masterpieces’ of the college students.

Every time, he would scold the person who wrote the article bloody, and then turn around and scold him again on the article. Let Xue Mingyue describe it as, he was full of expectations and thought he would get a big meal, but in the end he was What I ate was a plate of tasteless stuff.

Who wouldn't be angry if it was someone else?

Xue Mingyue had sympathized with her grandpa since she was a child, and even at a young age she still suffered from anger. However, no matter how much the little old man scolded others in private, on the surface he still maintained the majestic airs of the dean.

Xue Mingyue was extremely happy.

Fortunately, this time I met my grandfather who saw the good article. Otherwise, if Old Princess Cen had seen him swearing in different ways, her impression as the headmaster of Weeping Willow Academy would have been ruined.

"Grandpa."

She coughed twice.

Lou Zhizhang raised his eyes and saw Xue Mingyue and Princess Cen standing outside the door. Then he came back to his senses and calmly called someone to take away all the manuscripts on the table.

He smiled heartily and said nonchalantly: "Look at my memory. If I had known you guys would arrive so early, I wouldn't have taken the paper back and read it." He didn't feel that there was anything that could not be disclosed to outsiders.

"This must be the old princess. I am Mingyue's grandfather. My surname is Lou."

Lou Zhizhang nodded towards her.

Princess Cen returned the greeting and said with a smile: "Mr. Lou is so polite. Mr. Shan is really kind."

Xue Mingyue subconsciously walked quickly to her grandfather's side.

"Old Princess, after a long journey, why not take a rest in the village. The autumn scenery in my village is the best. You are here by chance. I just ordered the kitchen to make a delicious sweet-scented osmanthus cold dish tonight."

"We Mingyue like to eat this the most."

Lou Zhizhang turned his head and glanced at her with a gentle expression.

This feeling of being remembered all the time and being cared about, and the hot feeling in the heart made Xue Mingyue feel like she was soaking in a hot spring, with warmth all over her body.

She blinked her eyes to clear away the faint mist in her eyes.

He hummed loudly towards Lou Zhizhang, nodded and said, "I also like locust leaves and variegated wontons!"

"Mingyue said it's delicious, so I want to try it too."

Princess Cen was aroused by their words and said with a smile.

Xue Mingyue tugged on her grandpa's sleeve and said coquettishly: "Grandpa, please hurry up and get someone to bring the cold sweet-scented osmanthus. My grandma and I are exhausted from the car ride here. Let's go to the hot springs together later."

Lou Zhizhang touched her head.

Soon, a servant brought over the cold sweet-scented osmanthus that he had longed for.

Leng Tao is actually cold noodles. Squeeze the juice from fresh osmanthus flowers picked from the tree and pour it into the dough and knead it. You will get a yellow noodle with the smell of osmanthus, which is the same as the method of Leng Tao with locust leaves.

Princess Cen understood what was going on as soon as she saw it, and she felt dumbfounded.

The smile on her face deepened, and there was some nostalgia in her eyes. She shook her head with a smile and said, "Jinglan refused to eat for a while when he was a child. I also used this method of dyeing food to coax him."

"Oh, is it so?"

Lou Zhizhang looked at Xue Mingyue jokingly: "Then the Marquis and Mingyue are destined to be together. This was also used to coax her to eat well when she had a bad appetite when she was a child."

Xue Mingyue: "..."

Grandpa, there is no need to force fate for this.

She couldn't help but argue: "It's not a big deal for children to like novel foods."

But her words were not taken seriously by the two old people at all. Over a bowl of cold sweet-scented osmanthus, Princess Cen also started chatting.

One said: "Jinglan has lived with his parents in Suzhou since he was a child. Later that year he was sent back to the capital. He was always making noises about going back. He always liked to say that the food in the capital was not as good as in Suzhou. He was very picky. .”

Another one also said: "What a coincidence. Mingyue has also been a picky eater since she was a child, making me a big mess."

“If you want to eat steamed sea bass, you won’t eat it if it smells too fishy, ​​if the meat is too woody, if it contains shredded ginger, if it smells too vinegary, if you don’t use rapeseed oil, you won’t eat it, and if you notice the taste is not right at all, you won’t eat it. "

Lou Zhizhang said with emotion: "I said a few words to her, and she refuted me by saying that Confucius said that one never tires of fine food and never tires of fine food."

Princess Cen also sighed: "The same is true for Jinglan. Once the food in the house is not to his taste, he will always talk about going back to Northern Xinjiang, saying that the roast mutton there is authentic."

How can such a young child know what is authentic or not?

"..."

Xue Mingyue's face was numb.

There is really no need to say this kind of thing in front of her.

Why wasn't Xie Lang present during this public execution?

"However," Lou Zhizhang stroked his beard, turned to look at her, and said cheerfully, "Mingyue is not picky now, she will eat whatever the kitchen cooks."

Xue Mingyue's brows jumped suddenly.