Host, You're Targeted

After a day's patient teaching by Yan Huai, Tingyuan understood a truth.

That is: what you say is the truth. He can listen to the words of his wife and the master, but what he values most must be the words of the young master. If there is any difference between the words of the master and the master, he must still follow the words of the master.

Otherwise Otherwise, the childe will be angry, just like the childe took him to the corner that day.

If he didn't admit his mistake on his own initiative that day, he would not have forgiven him!

Tingyuan sits at the door of Yan Huai's bedroom, holding a sugar gourd.

Now it's evening, er, all the colors in the sky have faded and the dusk is low.

Night first covered with a layer of hazy yarn in the sky, covering the light.

The weather was similar to the day when he confessed to his mistake.

Although up to now, he still thinks it's the childe who makes trouble by himself.

It took him a long time to understand that Yanhuai was angry that he didn't put him first.

Tingyuan confessed to his mistake and then pathetically pointed to his ankle and said that he was injured.

"Young master, I know wrong! Don't I say 'master again' next time

Yan Huai nodded with satisfaction, stood up and stepped back, looking down at him from the top down.

"Get up. We'll go to the school. I'll ask TingYang to buy you a sugar gourd. Do you want it?"

Tingyuan nodded his head forcefully, and his high ponytail swayed behind him. The hair hanging on his shoulder fell with his shaking movement and all fell behind him.

"Childe, I can't get up." Court yuan toward Yan Huai stretched out his hands, "embrace."

Later, Yan Huai really took him to the house.

His original intention is to let Yanhuai carry him to the corridor, he can walk by himself.

Yan Huai's brain circuit is really different from ordinary people.

Tingyuan finished the last hawthorn, put the stick of sugar gourd at the door, ready to wait for Yan Huai to return to the room.

Today is Qingqiu's festival. Tingyuan doesn't know what kind of festival it is. He only knows that every household is decorated with lanterns and decorations, which is as lively as the Spring Festival.

Yan Huai also bathed and changed clothes an hour earlier than usual. Instead of letting the servants in the mansion serve him, he let Tingyuan learn to serve him.

No, when he took a bath, he asked Tingyuan to wait at the door.

Court yuan slowly ate a sugar gourd, did not wait for Yan Huai to take a bath.

There is a gust of wind, peach blossom forest petals have fallen, it looks like someone came out of the dark.

Tingyuan scared himself, and the more he thought about it, the more afraid he was.

"Childe Court yuan knocked on the door, "childe, have you finished washing?"

Yan Huai is still back to the door bath posture, hands on the edge of the bath bucket.

"What's the matter?"

Tingyuan was embarrassed to say that he was afraid. After thinking for a while, he said, "it's a little cold outside. I'm sitting here, and I'm freezing!"

Yan Huai chuckled, turned his head across the screen, and saw the figure printed on the window paper at the door.

Looking at the standing posture of Tingyuan, where is he like a person who is afraid of the cold?

Yanhuai knew Tingyuan and knew what he was thinking, so he waved.

The door opens automatically.

"Come in."

Tingyuan happily got into the room, closed the door, and shut the peach blossom forest which was a little frightening.

"Come here." Yan Huai called out to court yuan behind the screen, "come and help me wipe my body."