Chen Wangshu felt that he had a heart attack.

The maid, Matchmaker in the book, can catch a handsome man and give it to the girl to the West Chamber. How considerate and clever!

Look at her stupid family. Didn’t she see that she had tried every effort to create a chance for the red moss to escape successfully?

What's the beauty of a few bamboo shoots? One can't break it back and stir-fry the meat, and the other is not giving birth to a beautiful face as beautiful as Yan Jue.

The red moss didn't leave, and the painstaking efforts of those who led her to come to watch the show were wasted?

Chen Wangshu thought, stood up, took out a handkerchief and wiped himself from the dust stained by the bamboo shoots.

Mu Ji saw it and exclaimed, "When did the girl have such a bright red handkerchief? It doesn't match this blue dress."

Chen Wangshu clapped his hands and stuffed the veil into his sleeve bag randomly. "Oh, my hands were dirty just now, and I used to wipe my hands with Hongmose. I didn't expect that as her name was, she would even use red veil."

Mu Jin shook her head. She didn't understand. She was young and her eyes were not blind.

Why didn't I see that when did Hongmoe wipe her hand at her girl?

After such interruption, Hongmoe had already left without a trace.

Seeing that Chen Wangshu was already heading towards the main door of Wenxiang Pavilion, Mu Jin put aside the doubts in her mind and rushed over. Just as she was about to snatch the door first, she saw her girl poking a hole in the window paper with a familiarity.

Then he pulled it to the door and peeked through the hole.

Mu Jin turned around suddenly and looked towards the door. Fortunately, there were few people here and no one came, otherwise all the indecent behaviors of her girl would have been exposed.

She thought, breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, but saw Chen Wangshu smirking and took out a tube of smoky smoke from her sleeve. That look was like a big villain on the stage.

Mu Jin covered her mouth suddenly, for fear that she would scream.

After he recovered, he walked over in three steps, snatched Michigo from Chen Wangshu's hand, lit it with trembling hands, and sent it to the hole he had poked before. After almost the burning, he hurriedly took it back and hid the remaining "evidence" in his sleeve bag.

Chen Wangshu was so happy that he held his arms and his ears erected, and there was no movement inside. In the whole yard, he could only occasionally hear the sound of insects.

Chen Wangshu looked through the hole and suddenly burst into laughter.

She knew that the willow stylist could not be able to make a plan in the peach blossom forest, and she must have used it again. This was deliberately showing her my love!

Unfortunately, the person who had been in love with others before is now lying on the bed, motionless like a dead pig.

Chen Wangshu stood up straight, pushed it gently, and the door opened.

Yes, how could the door that was deliberately waiting for someone to come close?

She thought, walked in quickly, Mu Jin followed her into the door and saw her screaming, "Girl, isn't this the Seventh Prince?"

Chen Wangshu clapped his hands indifferently, pointed to Liu Ying lying on the seventh prince, "Don't ask first, you are very strong, pick her up and stuff it under the bed."

Mu Jin held back the anger in her heart and rudely stuffed Liu Ying into it according to Chen Wangshu's words.

Chen Wangshu looked at it, shook his head, squatted down, and pulled Liu Ying's hand out a little, so that it would be easier for people to step on it.

"It's good to go, let's go."

As she said, she left the door of the house, Mu Jin hurriedly followed and closed the door.

The wind blew the bamboo forest rustled.

Mujin couldn't help but get nervous. Although she didn't understand what was going on, she knew that her girl would definitely be in trouble today.

Or, she is going to make a big deal.

Mu Ji tightened her hands tightly and glanced at the ground before. There was no trace of incense left. She breathed a sigh of relief.

...

"Does mom know how the sugar cake in the mansion is made? How does it taste much softer than the other ones? My grandmother is better than the ones in her family, but she has a bad teeth... I want to learn this recipe and occasionally be filial to my grandmother."

"If my mother is in a dilemma, I can go and find my wife and ask first."

When the woman heard this, she responded with a smile, "Miss Chen Er is kind. My wife is so happy that she has been loved by her. No need to ask, this is not a secret, everyone in the house knows it."

"That's right, I added some goat milk... The girl's house must have known the way to get rid of the fishy smell. I won't show off my skills. As long as I add some goat milk, it will be fine and soft when I taste it."

Chen Wangshu asked the proportion carefully again, but Yu Guang kept glanced at the fork in the road.

Hongtai said before that Chen Xiping would wait for her here, and this was the only way to the stage of Wenxiang Pavilion.

Seeing the expected figure, Chen Wangshu walked over quickly. He just curled the corner of his mouth and thanked the woman, "Thank you, mom. This little gadget is not worth it, mom, don't postpone it."

She said, taking out a small silver naked son from her sleeve bag.

It was obviously during the New Year Festival, and the rest of the game was left, and there was a small letter of Chen engraved on it.

The woman was so happy that she couldn't stop talking. She hurriedly bowed until she sent Chen Wangshu to Qian's side to sit down, with eight teeth exposed.

"Why have you been there for so long? I looked at the second roomman and had come back for tea."

Qian said, took a dried longan and handed it to Chen Wangshu.

Chen Wangshu pinched it open without hesitation, stuffed it into his mouth, followed her gaze and looked at Chen Xiping. She stayed there restlessly. When she saw Chen Wangshu, she was so shocked that she shook her eyes away in a hurry.

Qian frowned, "You haven't suffered a loss? If you suffer a loss, see if your uncle doesn't blow her head."

Chen Wangshu felt warm in his heart, and he picked up the tea and mixed the sweetness of the longan. "What did my uncle say? I have never suffered any loss. I asked the recipe for sugar cake there. My grandmother tasted sweets and had too many snacks but it couldn't melt it. Seeing the good things in this mansion, I asked more questions."

As soon as Qian's heart fell back, he saw an old woman beside Duke Hu's wife, walking over with a cautious expression.

"Mrs. Chen, Miss Chen Er, my wife has a new post, saying it is a calligraphy treasure. I would like to ask two experts to help you appreciate it."

Before Qian could speak, Chen Wangshu stood up with a smile, "Mom leads the way. No matter what it is, don't write it on your face, so that people can see the clues. Mom is like this, it doesn't seem like she is asking us to read the copybook."

The woman was stunned and smiled a little, "Miss is smart, let's follow me."

Chen Wangshu looked around and saw several people walking towards the fork in the road.

The wife of Duke Hu Guo talked to the third prince's concubine, and then followed several wives. The garden was noisy, and many young ladies played with throwing pots and playing double land. Some of them rushed to raft on the boat, or sang on their own, trying to make a splash, which caught the eyes of some people.

It seemed that no one noticed something strange here.

Chen Wangshu lowered his eyes, all of whom were dramatic artists.

What she didn't notice was that Yan Jue stood under an apricot tree, holding a wine pot in his hand, and looking at her with interest.
Chapter completed!