From the moment Zheng Junqi brought him into the Fu Wang Mansion, Yao Shiyu knew that he had met a noble man.

But what he didn't know was that Zheng Junqi led him to the Fu Wang Mansion through observation during this period of time and discovered that Yao Shiyu was a young man of pure temperament.

Although his father Yao Tianxiang is a businessman, Yao Jiazu has a clear rule that no matter how big the business is, he cannot do things that harm others and himself in the future. Therefore, the reputation of Yao family has always been very good in Yunzhou.

As Yao Tianxiang’s son, Yao Shiyu was also taught very well. He was humble and polite, and had a gentler personality. However, because of his age, he still carried a bit of youthful optimism. He was immersed in the sadness of being at home a few days ago. After being enlightened by Zheng Junqi for a few days, he has already walked out of the shadows a little.

Yao Shiyu's character is a talkative person, but when meeting An Ziran and Fu Wutian, he did not mention blood feuds.

After sitting for a while, Zheng Junqi took Yao Shiyu away.

Zheng Junqi arranged Yao Shiyu in Zheng's house. The Zheng family was not busy, and the huge house was empty. She was relieved when someone accompanied Zheng's mother.

After the two left, An Ziran put away the rouge gouache on the table, and a thought suddenly flashed in his mind. He glanced at Fu Wutian who was quietly drinking tea, suddenly picked up a box of rouge, and asked seriously:

"Master, are you interested?"

Fu Wutian saw the bad intentions on his face, and he was almost choked by the tea. After drinking it in one sip, he said with a smile:

"Wang Hao, I didn't expect you to have this kind of hobby."

An Ziran fiddled with the rouge box in his hand, and imagined Fu Wutian with red rouge on his face. The picture felt very funny no matter how he thought about it. It seemed that he was becoming less and less disciplined.

"Just kidding."

Fu Wutian put his hands on his chin, and his black eyes stared at him with a smile.

"Princess, this king doesn't mind if you put on makeup for this king."

"Oh, that's a pity, I mind."

An Ziran casually threw the rouge box into the bag. He still respects this kind of thing.

Leaving Fu Wutian aside, An Ziran took these rouge gouaches to see his younger brother.

Xiao Baozi is already three years old. At the age of three, he is no longer a baby who is waiting to be breastfed in many families. Many have already begun to learn to read, so Xiao Baozi is no exception.

But An Ziran didn't let him read books every day. Appropriate entertainment is also very important. Childhood requires a good memory to be called childhood.

"Brother~"

Hearing that his brother came to see him, Xiao Baozi immediately threw the ball in his hand and rushed towards him, tilted his head up, and called his brother sweetly in his mouth.

The right leg was held tightly by the little bun, and An Ziran felt so heavy that he could hardly take a step, so he bent over and hugged him.

"Pangdun, are you obedient?"

An Ziran patted his ass.

"Yes~"

The little bun nodded, his lotus-like arms circled his brother's neck. He didn't spend much time with his brother every day, so every time the brothers met, he would stick to his brother. It was so tight that he would leave. Will stick to it for a while before reluctant to let go.

Seeing their brothers interacting, Qiulan and Chunlan looked at each other with a smile.

Although the age difference between the two brothers is very large, there is no sense of disharmony when they are together. Similar eyebrows can tell that they are related by blood.

"Young Master, when you were away, the Second Young Master was also very good. This morning, he has completed all the homework assigned by the Master."

Qiulan said with a smile.

An Ziran said:

"Thanks for your hard work."

Qiulan and Chunlan smiled and said:

"this is what we are supposed to do."

An Ziran handed them the rouge gouache he had brought,

"In order to thank you for taking care of Ziming with all your heart, and for taking care of...my mother, I will give you the things in this."

Qiulan and Chunlan showed surprised expressions, but seeing that An Ziran was serious, the two did not decline and accepted with joy.

"Thank you, young master."

They have always been more accustomed to calling the young master An Ziran, although the people in the palace call the young master and princess, but they have not changed, and An Ziran has not corrected them, so it has continued to the present, and now they are used to shouting.

An Ziran stayed for a while before leaving.

The little bun reluctantly grasped his trouser legs, his paws kept reluctant to let go, staring at him with watery eyes without blinking.

"Ziming, my brother will come to see you tomorrow. You can't play too late at night. You have to listen to Sister Qiulan and Sister Chunlan, go to bed early, and get up early tomorrow to have breakfast with your brother, you know?"

"Um…"

The little bun reluctantly replied.

After An Ziran left, Qiulan hugged the little bun to a chair, coaxing her to be very experienced, and seeing him drooping his head, she couldn't help but smile and comfort him:

"Second Young Master, don't be discouraged. Go to bed early today. You can see your brother by opening your eyes tomorrow morning."

The little bun nodded as soon as he heard that he could see his brother.

"Then I must go to bed early tonight."

Qiulan touched his head,

"good."

The next day, when it was almost time for breakfast, An Ziran personally came to pick up the little bun. Because he got up earlier, the little bun was still asleep under the blanket, but he remembered what Qiulan told him yesterday. I woke up as soon as I heard the sound, opened my eyes and saw my brother, and immediately clapped his hands and screamed happily.

Qiulan and Chunlan walked in with hot water.

An Ziran held the little bun and walked over, just about to speak, but when he looked up, he was taken aback by Chunlan's appearance.

"Chunlan, what are you..."

Chunlan thought that the young master wanted to compliment her for her beauty, and she couldn't help showing a shy expression.

Qiulan laughed helplessly. She was also taken aback by Chunlan in the morning. In fact, she didn't expect that the young master would give them rouge gouache yesterday, and it was also something sold by Miss Zheng, the makeup pavilion owned by Mrs. Fu.

They have also heard of this Dianzhuangge. When they went to the street two days ago, they heard many ladies talk about it. It is said that the quality of the rouge gouache sold by Dianzhuangge is very good. Mrs. Fu brought it back to the palace.

There are a lot of things, and the two of them averaged a lot.

Qiulan didn't expect that Chunlan could not wait to apply rouge today.

To be honest, she really has no skill in makeup. The color of the rouge is very deep, it is authentic rouge. At first glance, you can see that almost no ingredients are mixed in, so if you don’t apply it evenly, the color It will be too deep and look weird.

Chunlan wiped all of her cheeks, and it turned out to be like a monkey's ass, with two red lumps on her cheeks.

"Wow…"

The little bun turned his head and was immediately taken aback, and hurriedly buried his head in his brother's arms.

An Ziran couldn't laugh or cry.

Chunlan hadn't noticed something wrong, but felt that everyone's reaction was strange. When the four people arrived in the lobby, Chunlan's ‘amazing’ appearance also attracted everyone’s attention, and everyone couldn't help but laugh.

"Where did this monkey run from?"

Zheng Junqi grinned, and at a glance, he knew that An Ziran really gave the rouge gouache he gave to the two maids, but he didn't expect to receive such a big surprise, and a good rouge would be so wasteful.

Chunlan finally reacted with a grievance on her face.

Zheng Junqi asked the maid to bring her dressing box. She was going to Dianzhuangge after breakfast and suggested:

"It just happens that there is still some time, do you want to fix it?"

Chunlan was surprised at first, and then hesitated:

"But...but I won't."

If she could make-up, she wouldn't make her face look like a monkey's ass.

Zheng Junqi was a little embarrassed because she didn't know how to make-up. In the past at Zheng's house, she used the close-fitting maids around her to help draw, and the makeup was usually relatively light, so she didn't need any skills or techniques, so she didn't learn much.

Several people looked at each other.

An Ziran heard their conversation, moved for a while, was silent for a few seconds, and finally said nothing.

In the end, Qiulan resigned herself to her fate. She was not very good at it. After all, she was a maid and couldn't dress too much, but she would still be able to get a little basic.

After a while, the two lumps of red rouge on Chunlan's face were finally wiped off evenly, and the whole face seemed to be ruddy. Chunlan took a mirror and took a look at it. It was indeed much better than what she painted herself.

"Thank you Qiulan."

When Fu Wutian and Lao Wang arrived, the kitchen had already served breakfast. Fu Wutian looked around, his eyes stopped for two seconds on Chunlan's face, and asked:

"What's so happy?"

"No!"

The person who answered was Zheng Junqi. She had an unclear expression on her face. They didn't talk about any happy topics, so she didn't quite understand why he asked.

An Ziran coughed suddenly.

Fu Wutian turned to look at him.

An Ziran brought a bowl of porridge in front of him,

"eat first."

Fu Wutian seemed to understand his profound meaning, so he didn't ask any more.