There's A Beauty

"Where does your family live? Who else is in the family? Why do you live in a temple?" The young man poured himself a cup of tea, and found that the water was already cold, so he only took a sip and put it down.

Youshu quickly stripped herself clean, opened the cage and searched for a while, and her white buttocks were facing the boy.The boy wanted to laugh again, stepped forward, took out a thick padded jacket from the box, and wrapped it around him.

"Thank you. Sit down, I can take care of myself, especially you." Youshu patted her small chest, then dried her body and hair with a cloth towel, and then put on her obscene clothes and padded jacket.

The body was dry, Youshu let out a long breath, dragged out a small box from under the bed, and asked, "Are you hungry? May I treat you to eat?" He was frightened just now, and he urgently needed something to calm down.

"I just had my meal half an hour ago." The boy waved his hand and refused.

Youshu was secretly happy, and rolled her eyes, and the young man couldn't help laughing secretly at the incongruous appearance.Like all people in the last days, Youshu not only has the habit of hoarding food, but also is extremely stingy about sharing it.Anyone who wants to take food from his mouth will be tantamount to killing him. The question just now was just polite.

Seeing Xiao Douding digging and digging in the front of his clothes, he finally took out a key and hung it tightly around his neck with a red string. The young man thought that there was some treasure hidden in the box, but when he opened it, it was all wrapped in oiled paper. Good dry food, steamed buns, pancakes, etc., shook his head and smiled.

"Be careful to let it go bad." He kindly reminded.

"It's cold now, so it won't go bad." Youshu took out an oiled paper bag, locked the box instead, pushed it under the bed, and hid the key in her close-fitting clothes.

"I'm going to make a pot of charcoal fire, you wait." As if worried about the boy stealing food, he stuffed the oiled paper bag into his arms, carried a small charcoal pot, and ran to the front yard to ask the monk for fire.

The young man stood at the door and watched from a distance, and saw that Xiao Douding secretly handed the monk a few copper coins, asked for high-quality charcoal and a few sparks, and then ran all the way back, turning the small charcoal basin as he ran, letting the sparks in It ignited quickly under the blowing cold wind.When Xiao Douding came close, the charcoal fire was already burning hot, and a gust of heat rushed towards his face, melting the boy's stern eyebrows a little.

"Go back and sit by the fire, it's cold outside." Youshu pushed the boy and closed the door behind him.He took out the oil-paper bag in his arms, opened it, and found two cold steamed buns inside.

"There are hot steamed buns in the stove, you should get a few more if you go now." The boy pointed in the direction of the stove.

"I want to eat baked steamed buns." Youshu put the iron tongs on the charcoal basin, put the steamed buns on it, and turned them over from time to time.

Half a quarter of an hour later, a strong burnt aroma wafted into the air, making people move their index fingers.Youshu swallowed frequently, and regardless of the fact that the steamed buns were hot, she immediately picked them up and broke them in half, biting them hard. Because she ate too fast, there was a whimpering sound in her throat.

The boy raised one eyebrow and stared at Xiaodouding with great interest.He had to admit that the other party was very good at taking care of himself, he was able to organize his life in an orderly manner at the age of five, and he knew how to make his life better.For one thing, he seems to have an unusual obsession with food.

Seeing Xiao Douding eating sweet and delicious food, the depressed young man who lost his appetite greatly felt a little hungry.He flipped through another steamed bun placed on the iron tongs and asked, "Can I have some?"

Youshu paused slightly while eating, and there were signs of struggle in her eyes.You can save your life by pleasing the boy, but food is equal to life, and the weight of the two is the same, how should you choose?Now is not the end of the world. After eating these things, Mother Song will send some over.Thinking of this, Youshu nodded with difficulty.

How could the young man not see his reluctance, seeing that he was eating, but staring at himself, or more precisely, staring at the steamed bun in his hand, he secretly laughed again.How could this little bean be so protective of food?And he doesn't know how to hide his emotions.Interesting, really interesting?It's good to keep it by your side, at least you can have fun.

After biting into a mouthful of scorched steamed buns, the young man's desolate face was completely relieved.He hasn't had a good meal for a long time, and whenever he thinks that he will never go back to Beijing, he will feel a knot in his throat.But right now, looking at the young boy who regards the steamed bun in his hand as the supreme delicacy, he actually feels that his current life is not that bad.

"Take it." He took out five taels of silver from his purse.

You Shu picked it up and asked stupidly, "What are you doing?"

"Your selling money."

"I don't sign a death contract." You Shu put the silver on the table, her tone slightly nervous, "Sign a living contract every five years, is that okay?"

"Yes." The boy didn't care about this.How smart is a five-year-old child?Could it be a spy sent by his enemy?The odds are slim.

Although I think so in my heart, there is no shortage of investigations that should be done.The young man signed a living contract with Youshu, and when he returned to his courtyard, the two guards had already thoroughly investigated Youshu's background.

"Wang Xiangqian's son?" The young man pondered, then shook his head and sighed.The same son, also rejected by his father, did not expect that the young boy and himself would share the same illness.Wang Xiangqian is the Minister of the Ministry of War, the backbone of the Taiyi Department, he spoiled his concubine and killed his wife, which caused his son to be exiled, which can be used a little bit.

"Go and pick him up." The young man waved his hand at the guard, and just as he finished speaking, there was the sound of stepping on the snow outside the door.

The guard opened the door and saw a three-foot-tall child holding a huge package, walking slowly, step by step.The package is huge, and he is too short, from a distance, it seems that the package has grown a pair of legs and can walk by itself.

"Pfft..." The two guards couldn't hold back and laughed out loud.

The boy put his fist to his lips, so as not to be rude to others.This little Douding is obviously withdrawn and not good at pleasing others, but every move is full of joy, always inadvertently making people laugh.

"Why don't you ask someone to help you?" He motioned to the guards to pick up the package, and the boy stepped forward and pulled Xiaodouding into the room.

The wing rooms of Kaiyuan Temple are all similar in structure, only slightly different in size and pattern.The young man's wing room is the best, but for a royal family, I'm afraid it can only be called "rudimentary".The furnishings in the room are very simple, with a table and four chairs, a bed, a cabinet and a brazier, and there is no other furniture.

Youshu took a quick glance and realized that although the young man is a royal family, he is in a difficult situation at present, and he may only be a little better than himself.He shook off the snowdrops on his shoes, imitated the actions of the two guards, bent over and cupped his hands at the young man, and said in a serious manner, "Master, I have something to do, but please tell me."

"Pfft..." The two guards laughed again.Xiao Douding is only three feet tall, and he thinks that he is mighty and majestic enough to catch up with an eight-foot man. The contrast between his awe-inspiring expression, his solemn and passionate tone, and his slimy milky voice is so great that it can make people cry Everyone laughed.

The teenager found that whenever he met a young child, he would habitually punch his lips.He very much doubts that his ability to hide his emotions and anger will eventually be abolished by young children.Walking slowly to the desk, staring down at the copybook, the feeling of uncontrollable laughter dissipated slightly, and he ordered, "Can you grind ink? Help me grind ink." Because he was exiled, he encountered several assassinations on the road. His entourage was already dead and fled, only two guards survived.Of course, this is only on the surface.

"Yes." Youshu was quite confident.He was not timid, let alone cautious. He walked to the desk with a small chest and realized that although he had full skills, he was not tall enough.Stretching his neck to look and look, standing on tiptoe and circling and circling, the bases of his ears were blushing little by little, and he felt that he was about to suffer from embarrassment and phobia.

The young man was concentrating on the post, as if he didn't notice anything, but the coldness in his eyes had long since been replaced by a deep smile, and his left fist was habitually placed on his lips.The two guards kept shaking their shoulders, and let out a short laugh, where did this cub come from, it was too funny.

Youshu tried to stay calm, but her ears were already blushing, she moved a chair, put it beside the desk, then climbed up with hands and feet, and finally saw the inkstone.He cleared his throat, and then he talked eloquently, "Ink grinding should be light and heavy, and the speed should be moderate. The posture must be correct, and the ink must be held vertically and straightly. You must make circles vertically on the inkstone. Do not grind obliquely or push straight. Do not grind randomly. Liu Gongquan has the so-called "brush straightness", and the same is true for grinding ink. If the heart is straight, the ink is also straight. If the ink is not straight and skewed, it is not beautiful, and the ink produced is not uniform..."

Youshu felt that it was necessary for the young man to see his erudition and ability, otherwise it would be difficult to wash away his previous stupid impression.This is not an ordinary person, but his life-saving talisman, which must be firmly grasped, preferably to the point of being inseparable.The person who can be inseparable from his master is definitely his confidant, and this is his goal.

Feeling that the ink was enough, Youshu wiped off the ink strips, put them aside to dry, then puffed out her small chest and looked at the young man, her eyes were sparkling and very energetic, but her face was expressionless, seeming very serious.

The young man glanced at him, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, looked again, and twitched again, then put his left fist on his lips, and said in a muffled voice, "It's well polished." But the little appearance eager to express himself and get approval more interesting.

Youshu breathed a sigh of relief, still standing on the stool, hands behind his back, with a solemn face, as if waiting for orders at any time.In fact, he was used to serving people in his previous life.In order to stay in the research institute, he started working as a handyman at the age of ten. Most of those scientists were not active and could not distinguish grains. They had to be helped with everything except going to the toilet, eating and sleeping, and they were trained over time.

Although the young man came from a noble background, he has a gentle temper and is not demanding. This job is actually easier than Youshu imagined.