Liu Ma followed suit, "I heard that the young prince can start composing poems at the age of three, and he can already compose poems at the age of five. Even the emperor praised him as the number one person in Beijing."
She couldn't help talking, "Young master is not bad looking, he is favored by the master, and he will definitely not disappoint Madam in the future."
Mrs. Yin stopped talking.
Liu Ma seemed to have remembered something, and she knew that she had slipped her words, "Your maidservant made a mistake, I beg your wife to punish you.",
"Nothing." Mrs. Yin's brows and eyes slipped a trace of worry. Even though she regretted her heart, she had no way out now, and sighed, "I only hope that she can grow up safely. As for the future, let's take a step forward." Let's take a step."
The original joyful atmosphere was diluted by half, and Liu Ma was also worried, but she didn't dare to reveal it at all, for fear of being noticed by those who cared.
Compared to the complicated emotions between the two of them, Shen Mubai's life is much more heartless.
In her opinion, the matter has become a foregone conclusion anyway, and it is better to eat, drink and have fun than worrying about it all day long.
After entertaining the guests, it's time to draw lots.
The servants had already prepared their things, Lord Yin brought the child from Mrs. Yin, and put the child in the lot with a smile, "Yu'er, you can grab whatever you like, do you understand?"
In his opinion, his youngest son is different from ordinary children, he has an aura that others don't have, so he must be very intelligent.
So with a well-thought-out plan in mind, he stroked his beard.
The guests were also very curious, and couldn't help laughing, "Why is the young master not moving? Is it because you are confused and don't know how to choose?"
Others laughed and said, "I think the young master is thinking carefully. As expected, like a father, like a son."
Shen Mubai looked at the pile of things in front of him, dumbfounded.
What sword, calligraphy and painting, Qin chess have everything.
She really didn't dare to be interested, so she sat there for a while, and then started to crawl.
However, in the eyes of others, it is at a loss.
Master Yin coughed, "Yu'er."
There was a hint of sternness in his words.
Shen Mubai looked at the things in front of him reluctantly, ignoring a lot of items, when he saw a black and square thing that looked like a pastry, he couldn't help but glance at it.
Then, under the eyes of everyone, he picked it up and smelled it, with a puzzled and uncertain expression on his face, he opened his mouth that had not yet opened his teeth, and bit down with a wow.
Then I was taken aback.
The surrounding guests were also stunned, and burst into laughter after a while, "Didn't the young master think that this could be used for food?"
One of them is humane.
Seeing that Mr. Yin's complexion was a little off, the others tried to correct it, "No, no, according to this old man, the young master will definitely become a talent when he grows up, full of ink, he will be full of talent."
Everyone echoed.
Lord Yin's face looked better now, and he quickly asked Mama Liu to hug him back.
The little boy's eyes were a little red, and he was in a daze for a long time before he realized it. He endured it and didn't cry.
Mrs. Yin was so funny and distressed, she quickly wiped his mouth clean with a handkerchief.
Shen Mubai was extremely confused, she knew what ancient ink looked like, but it was clearly like a piece of pastry, and it smelled very fragrant.
At this moment, there was a conversation in the ear, and someone complimented, "Lord Yin, that piece of ink is the rare Pear Blossom ink."
Mr. Yin stroked his beard, "That's right, exactly, I went to Yangzhou on a business trip a few days ago, I got it by chance, and it happened to be the first year of my child, so I took it to count."
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