Yan Xiang smiled and said with some displeasure: "Yu'er, don't mess around."
Although King Runan is the emperor's younger brother and the same generation as Yan, he is only twenty-five this year.
At the palace banquet on New Year's Eve the day before yesterday, the prince toasted to King Runan and called him "Little Emperor Uncle", and was specially mentioned by King Runan.
Obviously, King Runan doesn't like being called old.
Yan Xiang quietly looked at King Runan's expression. Although he was once his student, he had a distinguished status and had not seen him for many years, so he should not be offended.
When Jiang Mo heard the word 'uncle', especially when it came from Yan Ruyu's mouth, he felt a little confused.
"I never heard you call me that when I was a child, but as I grow up... I become more and more sensible."
He looked at her, his eyes falling on her bright red lips, on which he could still faintly see his masterpiece.
He was the one who made her angry in the first place, no wonder she didn't want to see him.
Jiang Mo curled his lips and smiled slightly, taking out a red seal from his sleeve.
"New Year's money for my little niece."
Yan Ruyu ignored Yan Xiang's wink at her, put on a smile, and shouted "Thank you, Uncle Jiang."
She stepped forward to take the red seal, but Jiang Mo across from him did not let go. The two of them were holding a red seal. They were so close that she could smell the agarwood on his body again.
Jiang Mo's preferences have remained the same for ten years. When I first met him, he smelled like this.
Ten years ago, when Jiang Mo came to the Prime Minister's Mansion for the first time, she was only eight years old, but she boldly ran up to him and gave him advice.
She was enlightened at the age of three and could write at the age of five. She was praised by her father and master since she was a child.
She thought this was another of her father's disciples. Her father's disciples were all quite mediocre.
"You wrote this word wrong, one stroke is missing."
She frivolously took the pen from his hand and gave him a cross.
Later I found out that it was an excerpt written by Jiang Mo to His Majesty, and the so-called typo was just a deliberate attempt to avoid tabooing His Majesty's name.
Jiang Mo's book was ruined, and her father became furious when he saw it. This was the first time since she could remember that she had seen her father so angry.
"It's okay, just break it down once. If it breaks, just write another one. The kid... the kid is very smart."
Jiang Mo didn't care and praised her.
Yan Ruyu remembered that when Jiang Mo praised her, he looked at her with a smile on his lips.
He is obviously only fifteen years old, but he talks like an old scholar.
After that, Jiang Mo often appeared in the Prime Minister's Mansion.
He had a noble status, but was a generation behind him. After angering her father by drawing a cross for the first time, Yan Ruyu never dared to make a mistake in front of him again.
Jiang Mo rarely spoke, and at most nodded to her when he saw her.
It was obvious that they were two people who rarely interacted with each other like this. Who would have thought that one day they would embrace each other tightly, with lips and tongues attached to each other...
Yan Ruyu suddenly remembered the night at the palace banquet, and her face became hot little by little, but fortunately Jiang Mo quickly let go of the red seal.
Jiang Mo's deep voice sounded again: "This time, don't leave it to others."
When Yan Ruyu heard this, she ran away in a panic.
Memories that had been locked away for a long time came to light because of these words.
Five years ago, Jiang Mo was granted a title and went to Runan.
Every year after that, he would send New Year's gifts to the capital. In addition to the royal family members, as a former gentleman, the Prime Minister's Office would also receive one.
There are also gifts for Yan Ruyu, but every year she throws the gifts to her servants.
Yan Ruyu stood under the corridor of the garden, holding the red seal in her hand. She waited for the turbulent thoughts in her heart to calm down a little bit, and then slowly opened the red seal.
Inside the red envelope was a small piece of paper with two words written on it: 【Come or not】
Are you coming? Are you coming?
Jiang Mo's New Year's gift to her every year contains these two words.
He asked her if she wanted to go to Runan.
Five years ago, when Jiang Mo was granted the title and left Beijing, he asked her if she wanted to go to Runan with him.
She still remembered that five years ago, one night before Jiang Mo left Beijing, her father held a farewell banquet at his house.
The usually dignified and taciturn young uncle suddenly appeared outside her door smelling of alcohol and asked her without warning:
‘Would you like to go to Runan together? ’
She was ignorant at the time and didn't know what he meant, so she just thought he was drunk and confused.
Later, I asked every year and hid it in those gifts.
Yan Ruyu thought about running away and leaving Beijing, but what would happen to her mother if she left?
If she left and the outer room took advantage of the situation, would the mother still have a chance to survive?
No, she couldn't leave, she had to stay here to protect the last dignity of their mother and daughter.
As in previous years, Yan Ruyu's heart was shaken when she saw those two words full of temptation, but soon she recognized the reality.
She smiled bitterly and put the letter back into the red envelope.
“So, is the answer still no this year?”
Jiang Mo stood behind her at some point and had a clear view of her movements.
Yan Ruyu turned around in panic and looked at him a little helplessly.
Jiang Mo smiled bitterly, "Do you know that in order to give you a gift every year, you have to prepare dozens of hard work for others?"
Yan Ruyu was stunned in place.
"Throw it away. The New Year's money does not count. Here is the New Year's gift for you."
Jiang Mo took out a small book from his sleeve and handed it to her.
Yan Ruyu silently took the book he handed over, opened it and only read the first page, when all the tears came out like a dam bursting.
It's her article, it's the article she wrote.
It’s not ‘Yan Chengze’, it’s ‘Yan Ruyu’.
Her name is clearly written on each one.
Yan Ruyu shed tears silently. Five years later, the grievance and injustice she felt at the age of thirteen finally received the comfort it deserved.
Jiang Mo looked at the tears welling up in her eyes, and his heart was full of pity.
She is special. An eight-year-old girl who can say such heroic words as "Be born as a hero, die as a ghost", has ambition and arrogance that other women do not have.
She shouldn't be trapped in this back house.
She is full of talents and ambitions. She is naturally smart and studious, and has already surpassed thousands of men in the world.
"Runan is not big, but it can let you fly."
Jiang Mo stretched out his hand towards her: "Are you coming?"
Yan Ruyu looked at the man in front of her through hazy tears.
The figure in front of her coincided little by little with the Jiang Mo who looked at her with a smile ten years ago and said it didn't matter and that she was very smart, and the Jiang Mo who cautiously asked her if she wanted to go to Runan under the pretense of being drunk five years ago.
Yan Ruyu felt sour and swollen in her heart. She was so sad. She really wanted to tell him that the first time he asked her if she wanted to go to Runan, she was actually tempted.
She wanted to go, and she heard the ideals he talked about with others. He said that in his fief, those who are talented can be used, and those who are virtuous can be recommended. There is no distinction between superiority and inferiority, and no distinction between men and women!
But……
"Sorry, I……"
Yan Ruyu's heart turned over and over again, but finally she shook her head.
