Cold and unruly eyes, slender and beautiful phoenix eyes, under the tall and sculpted nose, thin lips pursed into a line. The boy's sharp eyes and cold expression revealed a kind of unruly sharpness and edge.
But for some reason, Yu Xiaocao clearly felt that all his coldness and rejection were just a solid shell to protect the softest heart. Arming himself with indifference all the time, he must be tired, right? For no reason, she actually felt a little distressed...
The faint fragrance of tea floated leisurely in the air of the living room. Zhu Junyang sat at the head of the guest seat, slowly picked up a cup of fragrant tea, sipped off the green buds floating on the tea soup with the lid, and took a sip with his rosy lips—West Lake Longjing is not a rare Although it is a different variety, it exudes a clear fragrance, and the mellow tea fragrance is something he has never drunk before. Zhu Junyang looked down at the tea in the cup, his thick and curled eyelashes were like a pair of butterfly wings, flapping. He lowered his head and took another sip of the fragrant tea.
Yu Hai sat on the lower head of King Yang with a bit of rigidity. He has only seen characters like princes and concubines in listening to operas and books. It is really a brand new experience to be in the same space as a living county prince. Glancing at the young daughter who was able to handle things freely, Yu Hai felt that he, as a father, couldn't be of much help, and he couldn't embarrass his daughter, right? Thinking of this, he tried his best to straighten his back, with a slightly solemn expression.
Since the little county king came in, he didn't say a word, he just drank his tea. Yu Xiaocao felt a few black lines hanging down from her forehead - Damn you, you didn't come to the house to drink tea, did you
Seeing that the Xiaojun Wang didn't intend to speak, Yu Xiaocao couldn't hold back anymore. She personally added some tea for the little prince, and said with a light smile, "I don't know why the little prince came here this time?" Such a tongue-in-cheek dialogue made her almost bite her own tongue, and Yu Xiaocao's heart turned. Big white eyes—it's tiring to talk to these princes and nobles!
Zhu Junyang clearly felt Yu Hai's slightly uneasy mood. This man who looked extremely simple and honest, he knew that he was the little girl's biological father. I glanced at the fresh watermelon on the table in the living room. It seemed that there were still dewdrops on the leaves. It should have been picked early this morning and sent to my daughter. What a father who loves his daughter!
Yu's watermelons sold well last year, he knew that. He didn't expect the watermelon to be ripe so early? If he remembered correctly, even in the warm south, it's impossible for watermelons to ripen so early, right
"This watermelon..." Zhu Junyang pondered for a moment, he, who cherished his words like gold, only said three words, and fell silent again.
Nima, not only came to drink tea, but also begged for watermelon? She won't meet a fake county prince, will she? Yu Xiaocao couldn't help but rolled her eyes.
Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of the little girl's expression. Zhu Junyang suddenly felt that something was wrong, why couldn't he perceive the girl's emotions and mood
Zhu Junyang's ability to spy on people's hearts is not mind reading, but the ability to clearly perceive the other party's emotions such as joy, sadness, viciousness, and disgust. For example, Yu Hai's anxiety at this moment. The stronger the emotion, the greater the impact on him. Sometimes all kinds of negative emotions overwhelm him, making him almost overwhelmed, and wants to find a channel to explode. For a while, he used violence to vent, but it only added to his notoriety.
For more than ten years, there were almost no emotions that he could not detect. But today, he couldn't feel the slightest fluctuation in the mood of the little girl in front of him. This made him both surprised and uneasy.
While he was wondering, Yu Xiaocao had already ordered someone to bring a knife, quickly opened a watermelon, put it on the tea tray and brought it in front of the little county king. Her big eyes are bent into a pair of crescents, and the dimples on the corners of her smiling mouth appear and disappear from time to time, and she said crisply: "Little Junwang, these watermelons are the first ones to ripen in the melon fields of the women's family, let's try a piece of it!"
Zhu Junyang looked at the smiling face as bright as a spring flower, but wondered in his heart, was there any sincerity behind this smile, and was there a conspiracy he didn't know about? He suddenly discovered that without the perception ability he hated, he would not have a sense of security in his heart...
He glanced at the bright red watermelon, then raised his eyes to look fixedly at the little person holding the tea tray, as if he wanted to look into the depths of her heart through the appearance.
Huh? Doesn't the little prince want to eat watermelon? I cut it for him, why didn't he eat it again? What are you doing looking at her? Is there something dirty on her face? Yu Xiaocao couldn't help but freed up a hand to touch her own white face. The watermelon juice in my hand accidentally left red marks on it.
The pair of big eyes that were as clear as water in front of him blinked flickeringly. It is often said that a person's eyes can best project her heart. These eyes, which were as clear as before, made him let go of his guard gradually. How much thought can a country girl who is less than ten years old have. From time to time, he becomes a bit of a soldier
Under the gaze of those slightly suspicious eyes, he raised his hand to take a piece of watermelon, and slowly put it in his mouth. The slightly cool sweetness melts slowly in the mouth. The taste of this watermelon... is sweeter and more delicious than all the watermelons he has eaten, as if all the negative emotions will be taken away by this indescribable sweetness, there are only two words left in his heart - enjoy!
"How does it taste?" The little face begging for praise was vividly presented in front of him. As if if he didn't give a compliment, he would be a sinner through the ages.
After Zhu Junyang finished eating the piece of watermelon in his hand, he took another piece, and praised him in a rare way: "It's not bad!"
"That's right, that's right!" Yu Xiaocao narrowed her big eyes, like a contented cat being caressed by its owner, "I'll just say it! The watermelon we grow in our house tastes extraordinary. Watermelons are comparable. Just this head alone can surpass all the watermelons in Ming Dynasty... "
When Yu Hai heard this, he knew that his daughter's little problem of being twitchy had happened again. This is in front of the county prince, so don't offend the nobleman. He hurriedly said: "Girl, can we be more modest?"
The deep love for his daughter came to Zhu Junyang. He glanced at the slightly dull country man. He was obviously full of timidity in his heart, but he was willing to take the responsibility of offending himself to help his daughter out. Compared with those officials who sell their daughters for glory, what pure fatherly love this is!
The shackles in Zhu Junyang's heart seemed to loosen a little at this moment. Country people are better than country people. The simplicity, simplicity, and kindness are long forgotten by the so-called nobles who have been in officialdom for a long time. It was also these that made his body and mind gradually relax at this time.
"Your love is right! The watermelons your family grows are really good! I'll go back to Beijing in a few days, and I'll put a cart on it for me!" Zhu Junyang said as a matter of course.
Load a car? Do you want to give me money? Zhu Junyang didn't need the ability to perceive, and he could easily understand the little girl's mood at this moment from the naked expression. Who is the father? Still can't afford a carload of watermelons? The small objects brought back from the West, if taken out at random, are worth more than a cart of watermelons! What do you think of your father? The kind of street bully who takes things and doesn't pay? Zhu Junyang is happy!
"Your Majesty, dare to ask, how many days will you return to Beijing?" Take your own watermelon as a gift? It is naturally an honor to be valued by the prince of the county. Thinking of those noble people in the capital who had eaten their own watermelons and knew that Tang Guyu's family grew delicious watermelons, Yu Hai was excited just thinking about it. However, watermelons can't be produced in large quantities in the past two days. If the county prince wants them tomorrow, where can he conjure up a cart of watermelons
Zhu Junyang didn't want to explore too much about his mixed feelings of excitement and anxiety, so he said, "Leaving in five days! I wonder if there is any difficulty?"
"No, no!" Yu Hai finally felt relieved, "After five days, the watermelons in the field should be ripe enough. It should be no problem to pick a cart!"
Where's the money? Where's the money? Shouldn't you give some fixed silver? Yu Xiaocao blinked her big bright eyes and looked at Xiaojun Wang expectantly.
The corner of Zhu Junyang's mouth twitched a few times. Did this little girl slip into Qian's eyes? He almost reached out and asked for money! He took off the money bag hanging from his waist, and threw it directly onto the tea tray in Xiaocao's hand.
Yu Xiaocao stared at the delicately embroidered money bag, it was deflated, it didn't seem like it contained much silver. As the king of the county, this girl shouldn't be so poor, right? Inside—is it filled with gold scorpions? Isn't that how it is written in novels? Those high-ranking officials and dignitaries who have status and status all use gold locks. One gold is worth ten silver, the deposit should be enough, right
What's in that little girl's eyes? Do you think he gave too little? How much can a carload of watermelons cost? Thousands of taels of silver are enough to cover the sky. In his purse, there is a high-quality mutton warm jade pendant, which cannot be bought with five thousand taels of silver! It's really blind to gold and jade!
oops! This little county king is too poor! ! It doesn't matter, when I go to see Princess Jing in a few days, I can mention it casually and ask her to increase the pocket money for my youngest son. Oh, she is so benevolent! Hidden merit and fame...
Thinking that the king of Xiaojun had a rich mother, Yu Xiaocao no longer struggled with the issue of fixed or uncertain money. She saw that the little prince ate a few pieces of watermelon, and after she stopped, she asked the girl serving in the outer courtyard to send it to the elder brother guard outside to taste it. Anyway, the watermelon has already been opened, and it is also left alone. The guards are also very hard, okay!
The little girl is quite good at life! One must know that the guards of Prince Jing's Mansion are treated politely and fawned upon when they go out, they are much more valuable than those high-ranking officials in the capital!
"Those corn seeds... have you planted them?" Zhu Junyang finally remembered his reason for coming and asked.
corn seeds? Wouldn't it be because you regret giving your own seeds and come to want to go back? Yu Xiaocao looked at Xiaojun Wang with a look of surprise.
Zhu Junyang said angrily: "What's that expression on your face? How can I get back the things I sent out, my lord? The ministers of the household department in Beijing don't know how to grow corn. I'm here to ask if you have planted it. What is the method of sowing seeds!!"