Chapter 3, Like a fish in water

What a good child, it was not in vain that I cared for you, you even remembered me during meals

Thus, Zheng Ziwen officially entered the Cui residence and soon became an indispensable presence by Cui Yinyin's side. The little girl would throw a tantrum and cry loudly if she did not see him for half a day

Drive!

At this moment, it was imperative to say something, so he feigned a precarious demeanor

Take, for instance, the high-ranking officials of the court; the wife of the Minister of Personnel, Fang Xuanling, hails from the Lu family of Fanyang, while the wife of Cheng Yaojin comes from the Cui family of Qinghe

Two clouds of mist quickly rose in the little girl's big eyes

This child has suffered in vain

A month has passed just like that

The little girl nodded quickly

Zheng Ziwen : `` ... ... ''

Zheng Ziwen was on the verge of tears

Not acceptable

Winter nodded earnestly, and only then did the little girl stop crying and smile, though she still felt a bit worried

Upon hearing this, Cui Yinyin immediately nodded her little head earnestly

The most celebrated poem of Lu Meipo from the Song Dynasty was thus given away, yet there was not a trace of guilt on Zheng Ziwen's face

Why

Then we need to feed Duoduo a lot of grass, because tomorrow Yinyin will ride the big horse to go shopping

Before the emotions had fully settled, he noticed the maid, Dong'er, casting him a sidelong glance, and then she turned her face away

The young girl became increasingly familiar with Zheng Ziwen and relied on him more and more, directly nodding her head after hearing his words

Is it true

... ...

Miss, this horse is different from ordinary horses; it does not eat grass but only meat, and it will die without meat

Miss, are you tired? If you are tired, shall we have a meal?

Before the young girl could nod, Dong'er, with a face as cold as frost, had already picked up the riding whip from the side

After nearly half an hour of tossing and turning, the little girl finally grew tired. Dong'er considerately lifted her off Zheng Ziwen's body.

Moreover, when it comes to one's own basic needs, principles can be set aside for the time being; it is not too late to pick them up again when they become useful.

The two characters "Snow Plum" are faintly visible

After speaking, the whip in his hand whipped towards Zheng Ziwen's raised buttocks like a raging dragon. For a moment, the sound of the whip and screams echoed together, shaking the surroundings for a long time.

During this month, he found that his ability to observe and understand others' words and expressions has become increasingly powerful, and he feels a sense of admiration for himself!

At least Zheng Ziwen thinks so.

The influence of prominent families is very significant, especially for large clans like "Wuxing Qiwang". Not only do they have numerous descendants serving as officials in the court, but they also have intricate and intertwined relationships.

The astonishing strength of the Cui family can be imagined. In comparison, whether Zheng Ziwen was beaten by a Cui family maid or used as a horse by a Cui family daughter, it is truly insignificant.

雅蠛蝶... ... 哦雅蠛蝶!

Because he held onto the "thigh" of Cui Yinyin tightly, Zheng Ziwen's life was so beautiful that it was enviable.

Zheng Ziwen feels that he is an indispensable "cog" in the Cui Mansion, so it is understandable for him to enjoy some privileges.

Go die then!

Listen! Mei Xue is still unwilling to yield in the battle for spring, while the talented writers at the Saoren Pavilion are busy composing their essays. Although the plum blossoms may be inferior to the snow in terms of whiteness, the snow, however, cannot match the fragrance of the plum blossoms. This poem is titled "Snow Plum" and is dedicated to Miss.

Hehe.

As Zheng Ziwen's life became more comfortable, naturally there were those who reported him, but what is surprising is that Cui Gui and his wife seemed to have tacitly approved of this. Even Dong'er, who has always disapproved of Zheng Ziwen, secretly acknowledged this in her heart.

Winter was in a daze, and after hearing Cui Yinyin's words, she suddenly came to her senses, involuntarily nodded, and the little girl became happy, holding Zheng Ziwen's head and "tsk" kissed him on the face.

The little girl nodded vigorously.

Big Brother, it snowed yesterday. Father wants Yinyin to compose a poem, but Yinyin cannot.

It must also be a separate room, otherwise...it will be deadly...

At only four years old, Cui Yinyin appears to be ecstatic at the moment, her chubby little face becoming even more rosy due to excitement.

Well, Yingying wants to eat, and Dama also wants to eat!

Miss, if there is anything that makes you unhappy, feel free to share it and let me help you resolve it

Zheng Ziwen was instantly enraged, why should I have to sleep in the stable

Zheng Ziwen was immediately furious upon hearing this. Allowing a four-year-old girl to compose poetry is simply inhumane. This must be addressed!

Miss, this big horse must sleep on a bed that can accommodate two people... Otherwise... it will die...

The little girl immediately lifted her head, looking at her with her watery big eyes

Of course, this horse is also a talented one, sigh, let's go!

Sister Dong'er, is the poem written by Brother Dama good?

Because of the fear of losing, one must hold on tightly. The little girl's thoughts are that simple, yet Dong'er decisively rejected her.

Miss, the horse does not need to eat rice; just have someone bring some fodder to feed it.

"Miss, do not cry, the meal will be here soon, rest assured, he will not die."

On this day, the once carefree little girl now wore a somewhat worried expression, prompting Zheng Ziwen to quickly lean in closer.

The little girl blinked her eyes and turned her head towards Dong'er, who was beside her

I must also have a beautiful maid like Dong'er to accompany me... Otherwise... I will die...

After speaking, he fell to the ground with a "thud".

Seeing that she was already in tears, Dong'er shot a glare at Zheng Ziwen, who was pretending to be dead, and quickly comforted her in a soft voice

So impressive, Yinyin still wants to hear stories from Brother Dama

As long as I accompany the young lady in her play every day, it is sufficient; not only do I not have to toil like the other servants, but I also enjoy meat with every meal.

Can Yinyin sleep with Brother Dama tonight

With a drastic change in his expression, he could no longer afford to feign death, quickly raising a trembling hand, his voice quivering as well

Miss, just think about it, how dirty the stable is!

Zheng Ziwen suddenly let out a long howl, his four hooves flying as he quickly carried the laughing Cui Yinyin away. Watching them run off until they disappeared from sight, Dong'er shook his head and hurriedly gave chase.

"Wuw, Sister Dong'er, quickly bring the meat, the big horse is about to die, Yinyin doesn't want the big horse to die."

Riding a horse, riding a horse ... ...

Only after they had all walked far away did Butler Cui emerge from the corner by the courtyard, holding a brush in one hand and a piece of paper with wet ink in the other

Miss need not worry, look at this great horse!

At night, one sleeps alone in a single bed, sleeping soundly until the sun is high in the sky. After the young lady wakes up, someone will naturally come to call her to get up, and then she can enjoy the freshly made lotus seed eight-treasure porridge with the young lady.

His eyes darted left and right for a moment, and suddenly he spotted the plum blossoms blooming not far away, instantly breaking into a smile.