After I traveled through the book, I was spoiled by five little villains

The child didn't understand, but Bai Lu knew it very well.

The master and the prince consort really have a tacit understanding between them.

Just looking at their backs as they walk side by side, they are a perfect match made in heaven, even their steps are so synchronized.

Bai Lu was secretly happy for her master. She pursed her lips and smiled, then bent down and said to Yan Jinyang, "Fifth Young Master, you can't open the New Year's money right now. You have to put it under your pillow and sleep all night."

"why?"

Upon hearing this, Yan Jinyang immediately rewrapped the two red envelopes back to their original shapes and put them close to his body.

After putting it away, he was still not at ease, so he touched it again with his hand, then looked up at Bai Lu and the other person.

Dong Qing smiled and said, "New Year's money is used to suppress evil spirits so that we can have peace and safety in the coming year!"

Looking at Yan Jinyang, she always thought of her younger brother who was exiled with his family and eventually died in exile.

Back then, my younger brother was about the same age as the fifth young master is now.

It’s a pity that I will never see it in this lifetime.

The New Year's Eve when the whole family was reunited became an increasingly blurred picture in her mind.

There is still more than an hour until midnight.

In the flower pavilion, several children prepared pens, ink and red paper for writing Spring Festival couplets.

You have to write it by hand, and after midnight, post it on the door to welcome the new year.

Zhufeng Courtyard has never been so lively.

Qin Yaoguang picked up the pen to write Spring Festival couplets, and Yan Changqing was grinding ink for her.

With the muscle memory of the original owner, she was not afraid of being exposed and wrote several pieces in one breath.

They are all auspicious words to bid farewell to the old and welcome the new.

Putting down the brush, Qin Yaoguang looked at Yan Changqing and said, "You come too."

Yan Changqing took the brush that she held warm, thought for a moment, and then began to paint.

His handwriting is wild, vigorous and powerful, like a dragon's snake.

Yan Shouzhuo and Yan Jinyin carefully took the couplets aside to let the ink dry. Their couplets were placed side by side, one graceful and the other strong.

"Yuan An, you come and write too."

Qin Yaoguang waved for Yan Yuanan to come over and said with a smile: "Let mother see how your homework is going now?"

Practicing calligraphy has always been the most important component of Confucian culture.

Yan Yuanan was not afraid of the stage either. He dipped the brush into enough ink and wrote on the paper in one stroke.

His handwriting is immature, but has its own rules.

Just like his personality, every stroke is even and steady, nothing spectacular but also nothing to fault with.

With him taking the lead, several children also picked up their pens and started writing.

Only Yan Jinyang kept circling around them, with the smile on his face never stopping.

Sometimes he would come close to Qin Yaoguang, and sometimes he would run to ask Yan Changqing to hug him.

After not seeing each other for a while, she used her little head to nudge Yan Shiyan's arm, insisting that he hold her while she wrote.

Yan Shiyan had an extremely introverted and cold personality, but he just couldn't do anything about his younger brother.

Naturally, he would not refuse such a small request.

Yan Jinyang's fluffy little head rested on his chest. Yan Shiyan held down his hair with his left hand while writing seriously with his right hand.

His writing is agile and his handwriting is thin and vigorous, yet not dull, and has its own style in the turns.

Very special.

Looking at Yan Shouzhuo again, perhaps because he is used to wielding swords, every stroke of his writing is ancient, vigorous and powerful.

Yan Jinyin's handwriting was copied from Qin Yaoguang's.

Graceful, clean and beautiful.

The pavilion was bustling with activity. After everyone finished writing, they began to discuss which couplet should be hung on which door.

There are so many doors in the Princess's Mansion, how can they be closed just by what they write?

It has been prepared early in the morning, and now all you need to do is replace what you prepared in advance.

"Your Highness, Prince, the time is almost up."

"Let's go out."

Yan Changqing walked in front, and Qin Yaoguang brought a few children, and the group came to the open space in the yard.

Zhufengyuan has a wide terrain, which is perfect for setting off firecrackers.

It was not yet midnight, but sporadic sounds of firecrackers could be heard from far and near from time to time.

It seems as if people can't suppress their excitement for the New Year. Every household is brightly lit, and people who stay up late are looking forward to the arrival of the New Year.

New year, new hope.

The midnight bell rang from the palace.

"Crack, crackle -"

I don’t know which family lit the firecrackers first, but in an instant, the sound of firecrackers echoed throughout the capital.

In Zhufeng Courtyard, Yan Shouzhuo lit firecrackers and ran away quickly. Yan Jinyang laughed "chuckle", and Yan Shiyan covered his ears with his hands.

Yan Yuanan stood quietly in the lights of the courtyard, his eyes looking towards the direction of the imperial palace.

Although this young boy has a calm expression, one can tell what is on his mind.

However, when Yan Jinyin called him, he immediately returned to normal.

"Second brother, come here too!"

Yan Jinyin's cheerful voice was heard, he smiled and nodded, then walked into the lively crowd.

Amid the sound of firecrackers, Yan Changqing quietly took Qin Yaoguang's right hand under the cover of his sleeves.

Qin Yaoguang struggled, but he held on tighter.

The man's calloused hands had a rough texture, but made her feel safe.

The bony fingers, forcefully and irresistibly, invaded the gaps between her slender fingers, and finally interlocked their fingers.

Qin Yaoguang glanced at him sideways, her eyes flickering.

Yan Changqing looked down at her and said, "Madam, may the new year be better than the old one."

I could hear the bustling noises and children playing.

The world of two people seemed to have quieted down.

The lights in the yard danced in his black eyes, and Qin Yaoguang saw her reflection clearly in his eyes.

He only has eyes for her.

Realizing this fact was like honey sinking into her heart and then rising up in strands. The sweet taste immersed her and wrapped her up tightly.

In the light and shadow created by the firecrackers, he was such a perfect man.

At this moment, Qin Yaoguang knew that her heart had fallen.

But she instinctively wanted to retreat.

Let’s not talk about the emotional entanglement between the original owner and Yan Changqing, nor the extremely absurd but increasingly real guess in her heart.

The mere fact of establishing an intimate relationship was enough to make her wary.

Yan Changqing seemed to have noticed something. He lowered his head close to her ear, said something in a low voice, and then let go of her hand.

"What did you say?"

Qin Yaoguang rubbed his red ears and asked in a low voice.

Yan Changqing just smiled and said nothing more.

He didn't dare push her too hard.

The words that I dare not say out loud are "Holding your hand, growing old with you."

Yes, there will be that day.

Now, he is no longer the panicked and helpless boy ten years ago.

In addition to revenge, he is also strong enough to protect the people he loves and his family.

Will not let them get hurt.

"Crack crack!"

Another string of firecrackers was set off, and Yan Shiyan ran away quickly holding Yan Jinyang.

Yan Jinyang puffed up his cheeks and blew out the fire stick in his hand. His two short legs kicked and punched in the air with excitement.

"It's getting harder and harder to hold you."

Putting him down, Yan Shiyan complained, but his eyes were shining with happiness.

This New Year is so great.