"Master, it's still drizzling outside."

Guyu reminded her and took out a rose-red gold-woven peony cloak and put it on Qin Yaoguang.

Bai Lu took over naturally and carefully tied the ribbon on the lapel.

Her movements were so familiar, as if she had never left.

Guyu wisely stepped aside and gave the opportunity to serve his master to Bailu.

Bai Lu lowered her eyes and felt her nose sour.

Everything she has now was given by her master, and perhaps the opportunities for her to devote herself wholeheartedly to her master are becoming fewer and fewer.

Seeing this, Qin Yaoguang smiled and joked, "If word gets out that I'm asking a fifth-rank lady to serve me, I'm afraid I'll be accused of bullying others by taking advantage of my power."

Hearing this, everyone laughed. Hanlu covered her mouth and laughed secretly: "Master, if you say so, Sister Bailu will have to work harder and strive to become a fourth-rank lady."

"Isn't it?" Guyu took the oil-paper umbrella from the little girl, "That's exactly what we should do, so that our master can have face."

The joy in the room dispelled Bai Lu's guilt and uneasiness.

Yes, now that you have your own path, you must work hard and live up to your master's expectations.

One day, I will be able to bring honor to my master.

Qin Yaoguang walked out of the door with her skirt lifted up, looking at the drizzling rain in the air, and waved her hand: "No need for an umbrella."

This was her first spring back in Dajing, and she wanted to enjoy the feeling of walking in the spring rain and fog.

At the beginning of the year, spring comes back to the earth.

Everything is a new beginning, and her plans for the future are becoming clearer and clearer, and she has hope.

The master is willful, but the servant is worried about her health.

Bai Lu pulled the hood up for her and followed Qin Yaoguang silently.

In the garden, the spring rain covers the flowers and trees with a thin veil, soaking the new green leaves and the flower buds quietly hanging on the branches.

Clusters of tender yellow forsythia flowers glow with vitality in the rain, with tiny crystal raindrops hanging on their delicate petals.

In the dense rain, the boy's figure looked particularly agile, like a dragon flying between heaven and earth.

Several children were scattered inside and outside the pavilion.

Yan Jinyang leaned on the railing, holding his chin with his hands, and looked at Yan Shouzhuo who was practicing martial arts in the rain with sparkling eyes.

When he saw something exciting, he put his hands down and clapped vigorously.

The spectators clapped their hands until their palms turned red. They were more excited than Yan Shouzhe himself.

Yan Jinyin sat upright on a stone bench, holding a paintbrush in his hand, with the pen unconsciously resting on the corner of his lips, thinking about how to start painting next.

Yan Shiyan was leaning against the vermilion column.

He was wearing a bamboo-colored robe, his slender white fingers resting on the warm jade flute, his long crow feathers casting a shadow under his eyes, and he played a faint flute sound as soft as silk and water.

Qin Yaoguang stood outside Zhufeng Courtyard and raised his hand to signal everyone to remain quiet and stop and listen.

It is said that "music comes from the heart". The sound of music can best express a person's current mood, and it cannot be false at all.

The same applies to other arts such as painting and calligraphy.

Amid the sound of the flute, Qin Yaoguang heard the bright moon hanging high above the lake and the waves lapping slowly against the shore; she heard the gentle breeze blowing through the bamboo forest, passing by slowly, sometimes playfully spinning and shaking the treetops.

It is still unknown whether a child who can play such music will have a bright future, but he will definitely walk his own path.

After a while, Qin Yaoguang took another step.

As soon as she entered Zhufeng Courtyard with Bailu, Dongqing came to meet them.

"The master is finally here," Dong Qing said with a smile, "the young masters and young ladies have been looking forward to seeing you these days!"

Compared to when she first entered the mansion, her expression was much more relaxed and there was a smile in her eyes.

Perhaps because she is often around medicinal herbs, Dongqing has a faint medicinal scent on her body, which makes her originally calm temperament even more soothing and pleasant.

Then, she greeted Bai Lu in a proper manner, using the etiquette of paying respects to a fifth-rank lady.

The two of them didn't spend much time together, but they developed a very deep friendship.

After Bailu got married, Dongqing took over Zhufengyuan and always remembered the days when Bailu was still alive.

"What is this doing?"

Bai Lu quickly stepped forward, helped Dong Qing up with both hands, and said angrily: "We are good sisters, are you going to be strangers now?"

Qin Yaoguang joked: "Don't be polite here. I will find a fifth-rank official for Dongqing to marry. It won't be too late to continue to be sisters."

Dong Qing blushed with shame and quickly changed the subject: "Master, the Second Young Master painted a picture today, and His Highness Chunning praised it highly!"

"is it?"

What kind of painting will Yan Yuanan, who always acts like a little adult, draw?

Thinking of this, Qin Yaoguang's eyebrows curved and she couldn't wait to walk inside.

As soon as we reached the Moon Gate, the children heard the noise and came out to greet us.

Yan Shouzhuo walked the fastest, but he intentionally stepped back to make way for others and walked behind the other children.

As he walked, Yan Shiyan put the white warm jade flute into the brocade bag at his waist. Because his steps were too fast, the hem of his bamboo-colored robe kept rising and falling like ripples.

The light in his eyes was both expectant and eager, like bright stars, which shone even brighter against the backdrop of rain.

Yan Jinyin walked behind him, her skirt swaying slightly and her hairpins moving ever so slightly.

Over the smoky-colored skirt is a lilac-colored butterfly-flower blouse, outlining the girl's delicate figure.

Yan Jinyang appeared out of nowhere, with several streaks of ash of varying lengths on his face. Like a small cannonball, he trotted to the front.

"Mother, mother is coming!"

His voice was clear and loud, echoing in the rain and fog, doing nothing to conceal his inner joy.

Behind Yan Jinyang, Rui'er was holding a bamboo hat high up, wanting to put it on him, but she was always one or two steps short and was running out of breath.

Yan Yuanan came out of the school and was the farthest away, so he fell to the back.

He walked as if he were driving a car, following Huang Xu closely.

"Mother."

"Child, please give your mother greetings."

"I met my mother."

The children came to Qin Yaoguang one after another and greeted him.

After spring came, when they took off their heavy winter clothes, it seemed that the five children had grown a lot taller.

Especially Yan Shouzhuo, because he was just practicing martial arts, he rolled up his sleeves, revealing a part of his forearm with beautiful muscular lines.

There was a sense of fortitude emanating from his brows, like a thriving pine tree.

The drizzle wet the ends of his hair, and the heat from his body evaporated into a faint white vapor.

The young man is full of vigor and has already shown the roots of a man.

However, in Qin Yaoguang's eyes, he is still just a child.

"Hurry up, don't stand in the rain. It's easy to catch a cold in late spring."

Qin Yaoguang complained repeatedly: "Why don't you hold an umbrella? I don't know what you are so anxious about."

"Mother!"

Yan Jinyang called her crisply: "We miss you!"

The child's innocent and direct words unexpectedly touched the softest spot in Qin Yaoguang's heart.

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