Chapter 8: The disheveled child plays with the maidservant

The so-called beauty is alluring, and Zhao Dezhiao stared at the young lady without blinking.

The room inside is precisely Zhao Dezhiao's bedroom. Zhao Dezhiao is currently in the bedroom. Due to the presence of an infant, the bedroom is not elaborately decorated. The items in the bedroom are quite ordinary, yet they are very novel for a modern person who has never experienced ancient times

"The young gentleman is truly handsome, especially those eyes." The maid emphasized the word "eyes" with great intensity.

The two maids were preoccupied with changing and washing Zhao Dezhiao, and had not yet had the chance to carefully observe their young master. Suddenly, one of the maids exclaimed, "Chunhua, quickly look, the young master has opened his eyes!" said the slightly smaller maid.

"Is that so? Are you saying that the gentleman has opened his eyes?" Chunhua walked over, paused her work, and hurried over to take a look

Hoo... it's been a long time since I've opened my eyes, and this feeling is absolutely wonderful. Now I can finally see, yay!

Zhao Dezhiao glanced around, and what first caught his attention was the surrounding environment. Everywhere he looked, there were intricately carved wooden panels, showcasing a highly skilled carving technique. The carvings depicted landscapes, figures, and animals, all reflecting an artistic atmosphere. Looking further inside, the room was divided into two sections by the exquisite wooden panels, with uniform curtains at the entrances. The arrangement at the foyer and the books was even more delicate and compact. On the cabinet, there were places for brushes and inkstones, vases for flowers, potted plants, various decorative items, and an assortment of infant utensils. Looking further inside, the room was divided into two sections by the exquisite wooden panels, with uniform curtains at the entrances. The arrangement at the foyer and the books was even more delicate and compact. On the cabinet, there were places for brushes and inkstones, vases for flowers, potted plants, various decorative items, and an assortment of infant utensils.

What is now presented before Zhao Dezhiao is a scene imbued with an ancient charm, a distinctive tableau typically found in period dramas, which had previously been elusive. Indeed, this environment exudes an understated luxury and depth! For Zhao Dezhiao, who has read "Dream of the Red Chamber," this scene closely resembles the grandeur of a nobleman's chamber depicted in ancient literary works.

Zhao Dezhao gazed foolishly upward, completely unconcerned as drool flowed freely, unaware of whose home it was or who his own parents were

At this moment, Zhao Dezhiao felt a surge of emotion akin to the sentiment expressed in the lines "When mountains are high and waters are deep, one doubts there is no way out; yet, amidst the dark willows and blooming flowers, another village appears."

At this moment, Zhao Dezhiao was laughing and dancing with joy in front of Qiuxiang

Since arriving here, Zhao Dezhao has come to understand that going with the flow and living well are the most important things

The two maidservants appeared to be around thirteen or fourteen years old, with delicate features and light makeup, sporting willow leaf eyebrows and apricot-shaped eyes... However, they were still in front... ... ... not yet fully developed... ... All of this left Zhao Dezhiao in a daze. In his previous life, he was a solitary figure, possibly due to his high intelligence and low emotional quotient, which led to a lack of understanding of the opposite sex, resulting in never having a girlfriend. Thus, throughout his previous life, he remained single, much like a bookworm.

One is cute and silly, while the other is smart and calm! Zhao Dezhao thought to himself. If at that moment Zhao Dezhao had placed his hand under his eyelid, it would have seemed too incredible.

"No, no, are you done yet?" Chunhua was thoroughly annoyed.

"Look at how mischievously he smiles, he keeps smiling at me. Is there something dirty on my face?" Qiu Xiang said in confusion, then turned to Chun Hua beside her and asked, "Do you see anything on my face?"

In the hall of the room, a table is set directly opposite the main door. The table is made of sandalwood and features a large cauldron on it. To the left of the table, there is a shelf holding a vase. On the right, a lacquered shelf displays a white jade bi mu qing, with a small hammer hanging beside it. Looking up at the west wall, there is a row of tables and chairs, also made of sandalwood, from which a faint fragrance can be sensed. On the wall behind the tables and chairs, a large landscape painting hangs in the center, flanked by a pair of couplets, the works of renowned masters, which read: "The leisure of smoke and mist, the wild life of springs and stones." The atmosphere is permeated with elegance.

Upon seeing this "囧" expression, the maid who entered hurriedly took out a handkerchief and gently wiped the child's lips

What a classical literary atmosphere!

"How can the young man and the *illustrated* book care about any impurities on your face? He is still just a child! You shouldn't make the child cry." Chunhua pursed her lips, seemingly unconcerned, "My younger brother was like this when he was little too."

Well... not bad!

One maid assisted Zhao Dezhiao with his washing, while the other changed the bedding. In his previous life, he had never experienced the feeling of being served by others, except when he was an infant. It seems that he is now just like an infant again

After finishing the feeding, the wet nurse closed the door and left, and Zhao Dezhiao finally fell asleep.

Is there really none?" Qiu Xiang asked once more

Somehow, there seems to be a bit of light in front of me, and I can see it vaguely and indistinctly

You see, my lord smiled at me!" Qiu Xiang said

Tsk tsk! This family is quite wealthy! Haha... Aren't you just a second-generation rich kid yourself? Hahaha! Zhao Dezhao couldn't help but feel delighted at the thought.

I thought about it, yet I am afraid that I am dreaming

The young man smiles so happily

Upon witnessing this scene, Zhao Dezhiao's saliva began to flow. Bah, little lecher! Zhao Dezhiao felt that he did not know where to put his old face. Hehe, fortunately, he is still an infant now, hehe! No worries.

While Zhao Dezhiao was lost in thought, two maidservants entered through the door

Ah... what happened? How long have I been in a stupor? Zhao Dezhao awakened from his drowsy consciousness.

Sister Chunhua, you deceived me, that's not true

When he heard the girl complimenting him, Zhao Dezhao chuckled softly

This is truly a wicked feudal society

You are mistaken; you are still a child. By standard measures, you are still a Generation N official, and having such treatment is already quite good. Do you still want to be a quiet little brat? Hao Yue, seeing Zhao Dezhiao's exasperated expression, wished that the one crossing over was himself.

It is merely a child's play; if the maidservants were to find out, they would certainly whisper that their young master is a little lecher.

Such exquisite and elegant furniture

Thus, Zhao Dezhao, who had not seen light for a long time, finally opened his hazy eyes. Although the sunlight was somewhat dazzling, he could barely keep them open.

Indeed, the young master has opened his eyes. Chunhua did not pay much attention, as it is quite normal for a child to open their eyes.

No, everything seems so unreal! Am I dreaming?" Then I pinched my own little fresh meat hard, "Wow! That hurts, so I really am not dreaming!

Wow, it has such an ancient atmosphere! Looking at the small garment I am wearing, its style is simple and elegant, and it is very comfortable. The swaddling is made of precious silk, and it feels smooth to the touch, extremely comfortable

Then, with curiosity, I opened my eyes to observe the world of illustrations and literature

This hand, still resembling that of an infant, is marked by a small pink handprint on it

The scene at this moment is already a morning seven days later, with birds chirping in the courtyard. The crisp and melodious voices of the birds awaken the slumbering Zhao Dezhiao

A faint ray of morning light gently spills into the long-sleeping room, resting on the window frame, as grains of dust dance with the joy of life

Zhao Dezhao merely appeared somewhat obedient, submissively allowing the maidservants to attend to him. Following this, the two maidservants carried out the washing supplies and bedding. After the two maidservants left, the wet nurse pushed the door open, first unfastening her clothing to reveal... Then... she picked up Zhao Dezhao from the bed and began to nurse him, subsequently soothing the child in her arms to sleep.

Suddenly, Zhao Dezhiao laughed again

"I didn't deceive you; sister was like this when she was young, okay? Alright, alright! I won't argue with you anymore." Chunhua patted Qiuxiang's head, "The young master must be hungry. Let's go find the wet nurse to feed the child."

Silly girl! Zhao Dezhao could no longer bear to watch; he was at a loss for words. He gently brought his hands together, inserted his left and right index fingers into his mouth, and stuck out his tongue, making a face. What a punchable expression, truly a master of expressions.

Chunhua turned her head and glanced at Qiuxiang's face, "Silly girl, there is nothing on your face!"