When Yan Jiuchao returned to the mansion, Yu Wan was no longer in the house and went to the kitchen to work. She was learning to make rose braised with the chef.

This rose braised rose was only known by Madam Du’s blessing. That day, Madam Du’s rose braised rose fell all over the floor in Tianxianglou. She still feels salivating when she recalls the fragrance of roses.

My uncle can do it, but the countryside can’t get such high-end ingredients. Only Uncle Wan, the manager who loves to plant flowers, will build a greenhouse in the Young Master’s Mansion to raise roses.

Rose braised is not difficult to make. Wash the fresh petals and dry them in a bowl, stack them with layers of petals and sugar, stack them layer by layer until the bowl is full, and then use a stone pestle to mash them into a flower paste and pound them into crystal-clear clumps. A bowl of sweet and delicious rose braised is finished.

Yu Wan took the rose to the pavilion of Qingfengyuan. Such a good thing had to be enjoyed by enjoying the scenery.

"Go and see if the young master has returned, call the young master too." Yu Wan said to Taoer Li'er.

The two of them responded respectfully and hurriedly went to find someone separately. Tao'er went to the front yard and Li'er went to the garden.

The three little guys were gone, Yu Wan looked at them and began to turn into little wild horses that broke away from their reins. They rushed around the mansion, and ran away in the blink of an eye!

Li'er was empty in the garden.

Tao'er actually took Yan Jiuchao.

Yan Jiuchao walked towards Qingfengyuan in a wheelchair. Halfway through the way, the branches above his head blew, and Yan Jiuchao received a son who fell from the banyan tree.

Yan Jiuchao: “…”

Little baby: "…"

It was so good to let your father grab the bag. Ying Shisan caught all three little guys, standing in the corner, obediently thinking about his mistakes.

"Young Master...Young Master..." Li'er walked over unhappily and bowed, "Young Master made rose braised rice and waited for the young master and the young master to taste it."

The milk bags raised their ears and turned around and glanced at their dad.

"Let's go back and deal with you!" Yan Jiuchao brought the three little guys back to Qingfengyuan.

The three of them washed their hands obediently, climbed onto the stone bench and sat down.

Yu Wan brought out four bowls of rose braised rice, three bowls of small ones gave to the sons, and one bowl of large ones gave to Yan Jiuchao: "Don't you like to eat sour things? I put some hawthorns for yours."

Yan Jiuchao tasted it.

When I used to feel that the dishes she cooked had a little taste, but now I can slowly taste a hint of sourness. After eating what she cooked, I feel that it tastes even more delicious.

"Do you like it?" Yu Wan's eyes were shiny.

Yan Jiuchao didn't say anything, but the attitude that he couldn't stop was clearly that he liked it very much.

The chef who was looking at this place not far away couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth. It was so unpleasant that the young master really favored and loved the young lady...

Yan Jiuchao quickly finished a large bowl of rose braised rice.

Three little breasts pushed his bowl in front of him with great filial piety.

Yan Jiuchao was moved, for the sake of his sons being so filial, he would not punish them in a while.

Three little breasts have a cute look.

Dad was thinking too much, but in fact they just didn’t want to eat and escaped!

...

It is not unreasonable that Uncle Wan can assist the two princes to fight out of the cold palace. Yu Wan has never seen such a capable person before. He only mentioned yesterday that Yu Song would enter the Imperial College. Uncle Wan completed the procedures early in the morning and took Yu Song to the Imperial College for the Imperial College after lunch. Yu Wan seriously suspected that ordinary people would not receive such treatment. Uncle Wan used the identity of the Young Master's Mansion to suppress others, but this is understandable. He was obviously a member of the Young Master's Mansion and had to follow the procedures of ordinary people. Isn't it pretentious?

Yu Song's score was announced on the spot and he was admitted to Master Liao's class.

"Is Mr. Liao okay?" Yu Wan looked at Uncle Wan who was returning home to report his life.

Uncle Wan smiled and said, "Of course, Master Liao is fine."

The bad thing is his class, the worst in the country, and the entire capital city has all the thorny families.

However, as long as the second young master is willing to work hard, he will be promoted to a class next time. After all, there are a very small number of people like Zhao Heng who are admitted to Class A with just one test, and most students are rising step by step.

Yu Wan asked about the news about the Imperial College. It is said that the Imperial College in the Great Zhou Dynasty actually had scholarships. Every month, the three-year prizes selected by the Master Jijiu can receive 5 to 10 taels of silver. This may not be a big deal in the capital, but it is a family who can eat it all year round.

"He has received Zhao Heng?" Yu Wan asked.

Uncle Wan nodded: "He is the top three every month."

That's ten taels. God really treats him well. He can earn ten taels of silver in a month after studying.

Yu Song is a relative, and he spent a huge amount of scholarship to get a quota. There is no need to tell Yu Song anymore. The second brother can study with peace of mind. Yu Wan doesn't want him to have a psychological burden.

Yan Jiuchao said that Yu Song could not stay at home for a few days. Yu Wan didn't expect that there was only one day. After completing the admission procedures, Yu Song couldn't wait to see her classmates. Yu Wan remembered that she was so impatient at the accommodation school in her previous life. She smiled with understanding and asked someone to prepare a carriage and personally sent Yu Song to the Imperial College.

Yu Wan counted Yu Song's luggage and said, "I put the clothes in this bag, the silver is also in it, and the pen, ink and paper are all in the box... By the way, I have prepared a few veils, you remember to use them."

"Okay, okay, I know, why are you the same as my mother?" Yu Song was so angry that he was speechless.

Yu Wan couldn't help but smile, yes, she used to be the least talkative, but since she became a mother and a wife, she became a joke.

The brother and sister talked for a while at the gate of the Imperial College again, and just as Yu Song was about to go in, Zhao Heng appeared.

Zhao Heng was with a few classmates, and they went to buy Mobao together and just came back from the street. Zhao Heng saw the luxurious four-horse carriage at a glance. The ones who could ride this type of carriage in the capital were either royal relatives or princes. He could not help but take a look around him, and he found Yu Wan walking down from the carriage.

Yu Wan was wearing a red and white wide-sleeved fairy skirt, which was extremely positive, which made her bright and unparalleled. Her white neckline and skirt made her beautiful and elegant. Her temperament was quiet and quiet, her smile was shallow and gentle, and her face was still that face, but Zhao Heng didn't dare to recognize it.

Is this the village girl who is squatting by the dirty fish pond and washing her face with her hands holding the smelly water? No one doesn't believe that she is the daughter of a family of slings. Of course, she can tell that she is married with a woman's bun.

There is a bit of a woman's charm between her eyebrows, which makes people unable to see her eyes.

"What are you looking at?" A classmate looked at Zhao Heng's gaze. He recognized the cloud pattern emblem on the carriage, "Ah, the carriage in the Prince Yan's mansion, that person who thinks is Young Master Yan's new wife."

A woman with such an outstanding appearance and temperament would never be a servant of the Young Master’s Mansion, which would be too unreasonable.

Of course, Zhao Heng already knew that Mr. Wan was Yan Jiuchao, but he knew that it was one thing, and it was another to see her marry Yan Jiuchao with his own eyes.

He once thought A Wan was beautiful, but she was not as beautiful as the daughter of the town. Looking at him now, he felt that not to mention the daughter of the town, even the girls from Marshal Xiao’s house made her completely compete.

Zhao Heng frowned, and his hands buried under his wide sleeves clenched into fists.

"Why is the wife of the Young Master's Mansion here?"

"I heard that she sent her brother to school."

Two students were talking.

"Let's go, stop watching." The classmate urged Zhao Heng that Yan Jiuchao was not easy to mess with, so he knew that they were staring at his wife, and they could not help them.

In fact, not only Zhao Heng saw, the students passing by couldn't help but be attracted by Yu Wan. Her beauty was the most beautiful one, but the quiet and far-reaching temperament that slowly radiated out of her body.

"You get in the car quickly, Uncle Wan and I are in!" Yu Song also noticed the other people's gaze. He didn't want his sister to be watched by so many men.

Yu Song didn't see Zhao Heng, but Zhao Heng saw him.

"Nothing." Zhao Heng muttered coldly after entering the Imperial College.

"What's wrong?" asked the classmate.

Zhao Heng stopped and said, "It's not the material for studying."

A farmer who only knows how to dig a bird's nest all day long and spreads wild things around the village. Why is it not to be a nonsense when he comes to the Imperial College?

Zhao Heng, who was amazed by Yu Wan's temperament just now, suddenly felt that Yu Wan was just like this. After climbing to the high branch, she wanted to learn from the people in the city. She didn't look at her brother's moral character, she was simply a mess of mud that could not be supported by the wall!
Chapter completed!