"Are they arguing again?" Cheng Silang listened attentively.

"Have you disturbed the young master while he was reading?" Chunlan asked with concern.

Cheng Silang smiled and shook his head.

"Read with your heart, and don't be disturbed by external things." He said, "I'm tired from reading, so I need to take a rest."

Chunlan breathed a sigh of relief and smiled.

"Then I'll serve the tea." She said happily, "I finally bought the plain tea snacks from Xuanmiao Temple. Let me try it, sir."

Cheng Silang stood up and walked to the desks on the other side, looking at the paper covered with gauze on the table.

"The dim sum at Xuanmiao Temple is really popular." He sighed casually.

"No matter how popular it is, you can still buy it. It's just a coincidence that every time our family goes to buy something, it's always gone." Chunlan said, carrying a tray over and watching Cheng Silang look at several cases, "Sir, do you want to paint?

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"There are still a few strokes left to finish the painting." Cheng Silang said, taking away a somewhat pleased smile.

"Young master, I've been working on this painting for a long time. It's finally finished. May I have a look, please?" Chunlan asked with a smile, walking a few steps over.

"No, you can't tell anything when you look at half of the painting. It will be more interesting after you finish looking through it." Cheng Silang said with a smile.

While the master and servant were talking, a girl came in to salute.

"Fourth Young Master, Madam, please come over," she said.

Cheng Silang had just gone out, and Chunlan was putting away the refreshments when someone lifted the curtain and came in.

"Huh? Shiro isn't here?"

Chunlan turned around and saw a young man in a blue robe with wide sleeves and a straight hem. He was about the same age as Cheng Silang. He was quite handsome, but his eyebrows were raised and his cheeks and ears were flaring, making him look a bit frivolous.

Seeing him come in, Chunlan couldn't help but hide back subconsciously, but the young man still hit her face with a fan.

"Why is the little beauty alone in the room?" he said with a smile.

Chunlan blushed with a bit of embarrassment.

"Seventeenth Young Master." She avoided him by giving him a courtesy, "Young Master has just gone to the eldest lady's place."

This is Mrs. Cheng's natal nephew. He has been studying at the Cheng family recently to study. He says he is borrowing money to study, but in fact he is just trying to avoid trouble at home.

"Oh, then I'll wait for him to come back." The Seventeenth Young Master said, walking in and looking at Chunlan with raised eyebrows, "Chunlan, bring me a bowl of tea."

When spring came, his face was filled with worries, but he had no choice but to pour tea. From the corner of his eye, he saw the Seventeenth Young Master rummaging around in the room.

"Seventeenth Young Master, please," she said.

The Seventeenth Young Master took it with one hand. Although Chunlan hid quickly, she was pinched hard. Chunlan was so angry that she had tears in her eyes.

The Seventeenth Young Master was still walking around the room with tea in hand, and suddenly stopped in front of several covered tables.

"What is this?" he asked, holding out his hand.

"Seventeenth Young Master, please don't move. My Young Master's painting has not been finished yet, so he is not allowed to move." Chunlan shouted hurriedly, without fear of being frivolously stepped forward to stop her.

But it was still a step too late. The Seventeenth Young Master reached out and opened the cover.

"What good things are you still refusing to move?" he sneered.

The cover was lifted, and a painting on the table appeared before our eyes.

The Seventeenth Young Master and Chunlan, who was so anxious to stand up, were startled when they saw a beautiful woman suddenly appeared in front of them, lifting the curtain from a car and looking over.

Smokey eyebrows enter the temples, black hair hangs down behind, and the face is as bright and bright, unmoved and dull, but it is breathtaking.

"What a beauty..." Young Master Seventeen muttered blankly, "Who is this?"

Chunlan stretched out her hand to hold her collar, not even noticing that she was standing so close to the annoying Seventeenth Young Master. Looking at the painting in front of her, a person she had seen before merged with it.

In the small Taoist temple in the mountains, the door in the hall was half open, and a woman looked over with a scroll in her hand.

It turns out that she is so beautiful under the soap gauze.

"That stupid wife from the second master's house..." She also murmured in reply.

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An update today.

Recommendation: Lihuabai's "Splendid Garden"

A time-traveling girl who has no setbacks is not a good heroine, but she doesn’t have to be so hard-working, right?
Chapter completed!