Chapter 53: Who trained who?
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At the age of fourteen, Murong Rongzhi, the dandy prince, realized another way of playing in life: training the servants. Training the chubby ones, that look cute, but secretly, they are always quirky and always feel that they would not be obedient.
However, there are policies above and countermeasures below.
In view of the fact that her performance has always been restrained recently, Shen Xiangwan summed up her own lessons and finally came to a realization, that dandyism actually needs to be slowly trained and improved.
For this reason, she began to calm down, and she had nothing to do but get in front of the master who looked very irritable, and got angry when he moved and exploded all the time.
She set aside 120,000 thoughts to train him.
"Sir, these flowers are obviously very beautiful things. You can't just read books. You have to look at these flowers and so on. The Fifth Madam wants you to look at the world of flowers outside, which is actually very reasonable. Because you can't distinguish the world of flowers, it is easy to be confused by flowers.”
Because she is a close servant girl, she has to be responsible for many teaching matters.
The Fifth Madam, who can be said to be the second-in-charge wife in the mansion, confessed afterward that she must teach her son to be sensible. All matters must be taught to him.
And this young master behaves like a stubborn donkey For this reason, the poor girl had to spend 120,000 thoughts trying to figure out ways to teach him.
For example, Fifth Madam said, don't let the messy flowers fascinate your eyes, and don't let the messy grass entangle your feet. She can only think of raising flowers to increase the taste of elegance, so as to identify real flowers, fake flowers, and weeds entangled in grass.……”
"Serious, isn't it just some flowers? Where do men deal with some flowers and plants, these toys, that is, you women can only like them.”
Shen Xiangwan gritted her teeth secretly. But his attitude remained the same, she could only clean up these flowers and branches.
"Young Master, you don't understand now. Growing flowers can nourish your temperament, and you can also make money." Shen Xiangwan's eyes gleamed when she mentioned making money.
The chubby little cheeks are undulating, making people want to pinch them. Murong Xiude turned his face and ignored her.
Still disgusted, “Little girl, these things are not for people like you to play with, take them away, take them away. ”
"But these things can be kept in the house to make it fragrant, and in the summer, this pitcher plant can also drive away mosquitoes. If you really don't want it, then I will take it to the next door, Li Gongzi. Recently, he comes to admire these flowers every day. He is really someone who loves flowers."
She wanted to raise the flowers and gave them to others.
When Murong Rongzhi thought about it, he felt that it was like a fly falling into a bowl. Seeing the little girl's chubby expression, he stomped her feet, "No, let it go into my room. Without my permission, no one is allowed to send the flowers outside.”
Seeing that he had changed his mind, Shen Xiangwan happily grabbed him. "Master, master, you have allowed me to take care of these flowers."
Murong Rongzhi slapped her hands away, twisted, and left.
With that arrogant and airy look, Shen Xiang smiled happily.
"Actually, you are a thin-skinned person, and you obviously agreed, so why bother to be so awkward.”
After cooking for a few wealthy students, Shen Xiangwan started a busy life of taking care of flowers and plants.
Every day, when Murong Rongzhi returned from class, he would see the little girl buried in the pile of flower pots.
Either loosening the soil, watering or cutting leaves. If it weren't for the hot days, it would actually be quite enjoyable to see the little fat girl busy.
As she grows flowers, a new pot of flowers will be placed in his room every day.
Gradually, he became accustomed to a faint floral fragrance in the house. Waking up to the fragrance of flowers every morning.
When he opened his eyes, what he saw was a pot of flowers that were trying to bloom, and some green plants.
As long as he made a move, the fat girl outside would run in with a jubilant face and a water basin.
"Young Master, you've woken up. Early this morning, when I was walking outside, I met Mr. Qiao. Mr. Qiao is indeed a jade face man, how can he look so good-looking and so tolerant. Most importantly, when I greeted Mr. Qiao, he gave me a smiling look. Oh my god, if I told Nuan Yue and the others, they would definitely envy me for a long time.”
"It's so noisy.”
Shen Xiangwan just stuck out her tongue and smiled. After a while, she quietly glanced at a young master who was eating quietly and murmured about something she saw today, someone waiting.
Turning around, Murong Rongzhi whispered to San Huayu.
"You tell me why this woman is so troublesome. She can talk about a very small thing for a long time. A flower, a person, and a grass, she can still use her imagination to tell a different world.”
San Huayu is also used to having Shen Xiangwan, a babbling girl around. Listening to the young master's complaining tone, there is not much disgust, on the contrary, just curious. Then he also said a few good words.
" It's possible, this stinky girl seems to talk a lot.
But with her by your side, you won't feel lonely. Young Master, you are usually too nervous about your studies, and you are in the house because of various things. It's okay, It's actually pretty good to have this girl by your side.”
Murong Rongzhi stared at him when he heard it.
"Did you call her that stinky girl?"
He leans over and kicked San Huayu. This inexplicable kick made San Huayu aggrieved. Why do I feel that the young master's temper is becoming more and more difficult to serve? No wonder that girl always complained about the young master's bad temper in private. From his point of view, the young master indeed has a bad temper.
Days passed like this, and Murong Rongzhi still habitually looked down on Shen Xiangwan.
And took pleasure in picking her faults everywhere.
However, on this day, when the two of them didn’t get along, it was because Murong Rongzhi said that she looked down on girl servants and slave maids.
Shen Xiangwan turned her face.
Her eyes were red, and her brows were red and white.
“Young Master, you dislike me for talking too much. When I am silent in front of you, and you say that I am dumb and lacking in energy. If I do something, you tell me to do it again. That's not right. Asking Young Master to tell me what I am doing wrong? Instead of obstructing Young Master's eyes like this, I might as well go back to the mansion and continue to serve Concubine Mei, Young Master, take care of your life." The stinky girl said, turned around, and left.
The wind under her feet made Murong Rongzhi stare for a long time without reacting.
"What does she mean, San Huayu, what does she mean? All I did was laugh at her for being a maid, a slave, who can't make a lot of money, and will be like this for a lifetime. What is so wrong with what I said? Am I wrong! I'm so pissed off, she will do whatever she likes, without giving me any face!"
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