Early in the morning, Yue Qianqiu, who was sleeping well, got up and stretched.

Although he is used to going to bed early and getting up early in this era of lack of entertainment, habits do not mean that he likes it. Even if he sleeps early, he still feels tired when he wakes up at this time.

When he saw Luo Xia's eyes swollen when she was dressed, she clearly cried more than that time last night, and he sighed in an old age.

He didn't say anything to comfort me until he was about to go out after washing and breakfast, and he suddenly ordered: "Luoxia, please send me to Hemingxuan today."

Luoxia is the big girl who takes care of the inside and outside the Qingfen Pavilion. It is always a matter of two little girls who send Yue Qianqiu out, but she only experienced that last night. Since Yue Qianqiu gave her order, she naturally agreed immediately, but she must apply it carefully to her eyes with a wet wipe. Even so, the redness and swelling are still difficult to get rid of.

Hemingxuan is located on the east side of Qingfen Pavilion, across a door. Yue Qianqiu was taken back to Yue Mansion and lived here. He was closer to the old man than the real Yue family.

Old Master Yue has to get up before dawn every day and go out to court, so in Yue Mansion, you can't do these two things in the morning and evening, and you can't do it in the morning.

The unruly old man Yue waved his hand in his early years to save the morning trip. Only when he came back in dusk or even in the evening would his children and grandchildren gather at Hemingxuan, so when he woke up early, he usually only Yue Qianqiu and one would run there.

But this time he and Luoxia had just passed the east-west moon gate, and saw a group of people coming in from the south gate.

When he was paired up on both sides, he recognized the boy of his age. Seeing that the other party seemed to have not seen him, he wanted to walk past him, so he lazily shouted: "Chang'an."

The one who came was the eldest son of the eldest son of the Yue Mansion, Yue Xiuyi, the eldest grandson of the old man Yue Mansion, and Chang'an was his nickname.

He is about the same size as Yue Qianqiu, with jade face and red lips, and handsome eyebrows and eyes. If he stands side by side with Yue Qianqiu, it is easy to mistakenly think of a pair of brothers. However, compared with the gorgeous clothes that the old man likes to let Luo Xia and other girls wear for Yue Qianqiu, he is much simpler.

Yue Xiuyi is now wearing bean-green clothes, and only a jade pendant is tied with a red rope around her waist. In contrast, Yue Qianqiu's green color is much brighter.

Yue Xiu was stopped by Yue Qianqiu, and his face suddenly turned dark. He used to be unhappy, why did he call him Uncle Jiu when he was about the same age as Yue Qianqiu? But due to his seniority, he had to swallow his anger. But now he knows that Yue Qianqiu is not the bloodline of Yue at all, so he is not willing to call Uncle Jiu again.

He took a deep breath, deliberately omitted the two words, raised his head and said, "I'll come to Hemingxuan to borrow books!"

Yue Qianqiu didn't care whether the other party called him Uncle Jiu or not, but when he heard this reason, he said with a smile: "But grandpa is not here at the moment."

"What's wrong with the grandfather not here?" Yue Xiuyi was immediately angry and raised his voice and said, "You can go to Hemingxuan every day, why can't I? I started to read and read at the age of four. What about you, relying on your great grandfather to spoil you, you started to lose your books at the age of four!"

Hearing this movement, the two girls Qingcao and Qingyin who were serving Hemingxuan during the day rushed over. Seeing Yue Xiuyi confronting Yue Qianqiu, they immediately chose to watch the fun.

Yue Qianqiu grew up in Hemingxuan since he was a child. When he could walk, he started to learn to climb ladders. The greatest pleasure was to ruin the vast number of books on the bookshelf.

But Old Master Yue didn't care at all. In the words of this domineering old master, these books are better than the accumulation of dust and rot.

If the old man hadn't given the order, they would have been unable to help but drink.

Suddenly, Qingyin discovered that Luoxia came out with Yue Qianqiu today. Seeing her graceful and elegant, her eyes were red and swollen, she couldn't help but feel jealous and stepped forward and stabbed her a few times.

"The list of marriage has just been released. The third wife has criticized it. My sister knew that she was going to get married and she cried all night long?"

Hearing these sarcastic words and secretly sarcastic words, Luo Xia couldn't help but knead her handkerchief tightly into a ball, unable to squeeze out a forced smile.

Yue Qianqiu, who was listening to the sixth journey, noticed the hidden arrow here. He ignored Yue Xiuyi, who was aggressive, turned his head and said to Luoxia, "Go back and get two boiled eggs, peel them and soak them in cold water, and then apply them on your eyes and roll them."

Hearing this, Qingyin immediately raised her eyebrows: "Put the eggs on your eyes? Isn't this trashing things?"

"After applying it, just wash it and eat it. Where is it so bad? Or is it that Luoxia couldn't even eat eggs when she was at your house?"

Qingyin saw Yue Qianqiu turning to look at him, and she felt angry for a moment.

When Luoxia first entered the mansion and recognized her mother as her godmother. When she learned the rules at her house, not to mention eggs, even the food was left by the brothers and sisters!

Yue Xiuyi didn't expect that Yue Qianqiu not only didn't care about himself, but also wanted to care about a girl. He was immediately furious: "You are not wasting enough things yourself, and you are teaching others to waste things?"

Until he saw that his face turned red, Yue Qianqiu walked over with his hands behind his back. He patted Yue Xiuyi's head without hesitation, then took two steps back and looked at his stupid nephew.

"Good nephew, since you came to Hemingxuan to borrow books, you should be more polite to the agent, otherwise what if I am in a bad mood and I won't let you in?"

Seeing that Yue Xiuyi's face suddenly turned dark, Yue Qianqiu said proudly: "But I'm in a good mood now. You go in. Adults don't care about villains. Will I, an uncle, care about your nephew?

After being teased by someone, Yue Xiuyi was both ashamed and angry, and she had no intention of borrowing books, but she turned around and left in anger.

At this moment, Qingyin suddenly panicked. Her mother Xiang's mother was the confidant of Yue Xiuyi's legitimate grandmother, the eldest wife. How could she dare to offend the real little master?

Seeing Qingyin pulling Qingcao to chase Yue Xiuyi, Yue Qianqiu took the opportunity to quietly instruct Luoxia: "Remember, when you go back, you will lock the door of the courtyard. Today, I am the King of Heaven and I am not allowed to enter the Qingfen Pavilion."

Although he didn't understand the intention, Luoxia looked at Yue Qianqiu with serious face, and unknowingly swallowed her questions back into her stomach and nodded heavily.

When Qingcao and Qingyin couldn't persuade Yue Xiuyi, who was angry and returned to Hemingxuan dejectedly, he saw Yue Qianqiu climbing the ladder to get the book on his own, and he couldn't help but feel so angry that he was itchy.

In Qingcao and Qingyin's eyes, the seven-year-old Yue Qianqiu is not Yue Xiuyi. Without the enlightenment and teachings of elders like the eldest wife and the eldest young master, how can you understand those thick and heavy books? It is obviously just a waste of things.

Yue Qianqiu had been struggling all morning, and after lunch, he took an hour of rest on the soft couch, he started climbing up and down again. He spent most of the hour picking up several books, but he held a book that was three fingers thick, sat directly on the ground and leaned against the bookshelf and read it with relish, and also dipped a pen in ink to write and draw.

Seeing this scene, Qingcao finally couldn't help it when he thought that Yue Qianqiu was still angrily leaving in the morning.

"Jiu Gongzi, how many scholars cannot afford books, so they can only go to the bookstore to copy them back and read. Can't you take care of it?"

"Qiucuo studied hard for ten years, and once he was a gold medal, he was a small official of the eighth or ninth rank. He was not as good as some people who could be glorious and wealthy by luck, and he was sages and sages to play with the books of sages."

Qingyin also sarcastically sarcastically. Seeing Yue Qianqiu seemingly not hearing it, she said angrily: "Young Master Ninth, please take care of your things. Which young master in the mansion is so gentle to sweep the floor?"

"The idiom "Sven Sweet Flood is well used." Yue Qianqiu buried his head and looked at the thick big head in his hand. After a long time, he raised his head and said, "But I just like bad books, so what?"

He bounced the book in his hand: "I have not been a waste of books in the past three years. The third bookshelves in my left hand, the first shelf on the third floor, and a set of three volumes missing. The second rack on the fourth floor, and a set of twelve volumes disappeared. I also want me to recall what books are missing from the other bookshelf? I heard that the idle brother in your family has been quite generous recently."

At that moment, Qingyin's face immediately became as white as paper, and her whole body trembled violently.

Seeing her scene, Qingcao immediately realized the trick here and couldn't help but take a breath.

She and Qingyin are cousins, and Xiang's mother is her aunt. She can work in a light and carefree place like Hemingxuan thanks to Xiang's mother. Now that she hears that her cousin may steal books, how can she sit and watch?

Qingcao forced a smile: "Young Master Ninth is illiterate, maybe he remembered it wrong."

Yue Qianqiu said without raising his head: "When I first started to have bad books, Uncle Ying, beside my grandfather, spent several days copying a catalog of all the books in Hemingxuan. After all, when he made up for what books I had bad, he had to know what they had bad books. At that time, you two hadn't been separated from Hemingxuan. You must know if I remembered it wrong, just go back and ask Uncle Ying to count them."

Hearing this, Qingcao finally realized that although Yue Qianqiu had just started this topic today, he must have discovered the clue before this. Even if she wanted to help Qingyin again, she would not dare to speak at this moment.

The Yue Mansion has shallow foundation and the family rules are determined by the old man one by one. It’s easy to say otherwise, but the only thing that is unclear is that once you are caught, it will definitely lead to severe punishment!

When he found that Qingcao unconsciously avoided a step to the side and wanted to distinguish himself, Qingyin's face turned blue and her hands were tightly tucked together. In the eyes of Yue Qianqiu, there was finally no more contempt and contempt, but there was deep resentment.

"Those books are just for you to be trashed in this study. It's better to take them out for real scholars!"

After blurting out these two sentences, Qingyin finally realized that she had admitted it herself. She was pale and staggered back a few steps and suddenly snatched the door. After causing such a big disaster, all she could count on was the girl who was a dowry. Now the extremely well-known mother in the mansion has shook her mother!
Chapter completed!