The little eunuch looked at the big radish in the assassin's hand, hesitated for a while, and then said to the servant of the Yuan Mansion behind him: "Take her to the backyard."
The boy stuck his head out and took a look at the old woman in front of him.
The old woman's dress was somewhat similar to the peasant women who usually came to deliver vegetables in their house. The servant didn't think much and said, "Why are you here delivering radishes so early today? Come on, come in quickly."
The assassin lowered his head and followed the servant into the house.
The boy leads the way.
When the two were halfway away, the assassin stretched out his hand and knocked the boy unconscious. ?.?????.???
He immediately changed into the servant's maid and walked towards the backyard of Yuan Mansion.
In the backyard.
In order to entertain Du Wanchun when he came to his house, Mr. Yuan specially asked people in his house to make many pastries by hand.
They are all Mianmian loves to eat.
Mian Mian tasted two pieces and came to Mr. Yuan with a smile, "Sir, you and Mr. Qingyang haven't taught me Qing Gong for a long time. Do you think I'm doing well?"
Mr. Yuan sat aside, put down the cup in his hand, and responded with a smile, "Then let the princess demonstrate it and let us have a look."
Du Wanchun smiled gently and nodded.
Mianmian received the encouragement and came to a short-necked tree, looked up, and then jumped to the branch with concentration.
Her figure was light, she jumped up and down gently, and the leaves of the short-necked tree didn't even move.
Du Wanchun saw this and clapped his hands quickly, "Mianmian is amazing!"
Mianmian jumped down from the branch again, her face full of joy, "Mr. Yuan, how is my Qinggong?"
Mr. Yuan also clapped his hands, "That's right, that's right. If Mr. Qingyang sees it, I'm afraid he can praise you a few words."
Mianmian's cheeks were flushed, and such compliments were very helpful to her.
She turned around and ran towards a taller tree, "I'll try again."
Mr. Yuan quickly called her, "Mianmian, this tree is too tall, so be careful."
Du Wanchun was not that nervous. She frowned, stopped Mr. Yuan and said, "Just let this child give it a try, otherwise he may not want to go back today."
"But..." Mr. Yuan looked up at Mianmian, his eyes full of worry.
On weekdays, he and Mr. Qingyang doted on Mianmian very much, maybe too much, so they were very careful in practicing, for fear of tiring her or falling.
When I was learning Qing Gong, I had never tried such a tall tree.
Mianmian looked at the big tree confidently and called to Mr. Yuan: "Sir, don't worry, such a tall tree will not be a problem."
After saying this, he jumped up, stepped hard on the trunk of the big tree, and continued to jump up with the help of his strength.
This time she sat firmly on the top of the tree.
"Mother! Sir!"
Mianmian sat on top, waved to them and said with a smile: "Look, I'm coming up."
This big tree is at least three or four as tall as the short-necked tree just now. Sitting on it and looking down, you can overlook half of the Yuan Mansion.
Mr. Yuan originally wanted to cut down this tree, but he didn't expect that it could still be used today. It seemed that Mianmian would not let him cut down the tree again.
When Du Wanchun just watched Mianmian demonstrate Qinggong, his heart was up and down. Although he said it was nothing, when Mianmian jumped halfway, his heart still tightened.
She couldn't help but laugh along with her, feeling very happy in her heart.
Mianmian has really grown up.
Yi'er and Yu'er looked at their sister from below and smiled at her: "Mianmian, can you come down later?"
"If you can't come down, will the second brother and the eldest brother go up to pick you up?"
Xiao Mianmian sat on the tree and swayed her legs, looking at the scenery of Yuan Mansion which was very strange. "Brother, second brother, I don't want to come down yet. I want to take a look at it from above."
Yi'er and Yu'er laughed together, "Then when you want to come down, call me and your second brother."
"Okay, big brother." Xiao Mianmian responded sweetly.
Yi'er and Yu'er have never been talkative people, but it was different when the two boys faced Xiao Mianmian.
Especially Yi'er, who usually has a cold face. Except for Du Wanchun and Zhou Ruiyuan, he rarely chats with anyone.
He and Yu'er were just about to turn around and return to Du Wanchun. After thinking about it, they felt something was wrong. They turned around and said, "Mianmian, are you cold up there? Do you want me to send you a blanket?"
Mianmian hugged the tree trunk, her eyes fell into the distance, and replied: "No need, brother, I won't be cold up there."
"Oh..." Yi'er responded childishly, walked two steps towards Du Wanchun, saw the snacks on the table, raised his head and called out to little Mianmian, "Mianmian, are you hungry?" You haven’t eaten a few pieces of Mr. Yuan’s pastries just now, do you want me to bring them to you?”
"Yi'er looks like a brother now." Mr. Yuan lowered his head, took a sip of tea, and sighed.
Du Wanchun took out a piece of pastry and handed it to Yi'er, "Here, I think she's not full yet."
Yi'er took it in his hand. He was taller than Mianmian. In addition, he had been practicing hard with Hai Qingyang every day in the past few days. His Qing Gong was already very good, no worse than that of an adult man.
Yi'er took the pastry, jumped up easily, landed next to Mianmian, and handed the pastry to her.
Mianmian took it in her hand, raised her head and squinted her eyes, smiling: "Thank you, big brother."
