The wife is fierce, 57 varieties of tea, reading every day

  Yang Lan was also somewhat surprised, looked around the room, her bright and clear eyes blinked, her face immediately became bitter, with a hint of melancholy tone, "Still have to take the exam! What if I don't pass?"

  Yang Mei couldn't bear to see her sister disappointed, so she hurriedly coaxed: "Sister, don't worry, Father said that if Master Ming Hui really doesn't want to teach you, we can ask a great scholar to instruct you, and you'll be able to learn just the same. Don't be sad!"

  When Yang Lan heard her brother say that, she became excited again. "Okay! It can only be like this, I've heard that Master Ming Hui's landscape paintings are the most outstanding and have a lot of style, it's what I've been yearning for, don't worry I will work hard to make Master Ming Hui satisfied." She nodded heavily, her small face radiating a brilliant light like white jade, and her eyes shone with confident light.

  Yang Huan smiled contentedly. This was indeed his daughter from the Yang family, who would never be held back by fear or intimidation at any time.

  Everyone had a great time at the dinner, with Yang Lan and Yang Mei being the life of the party. They were laughing and joking around, making everyone have an extremely joyful time. When Fu An and Chu Yu left, they still looked reluctant to part ways, holding onto the gift boxes given by Yang Lan as if they were precious treasures that no one else was allowed to touch.

  Yang Lan looked at him with some pity, pulled Fu An and whispered, "You go back and practice your boxing seriously, eat more food and take good medicine, listen to the imperial physician's words, nourish your body well. When I'm free, I'll invite you out to play again. If I've made a satisfactory painting, I'll give you one! Otherwise, I often enter the palace, I can go find you too."

  Fu An nodded repeatedly, holding onto Yang Lan and not wanting to let go. "Then you can't forget about me, come find me, I can give you a post, you can come play in my dormitory!"

  "Alright! I'll never forget, don't worry!" Yang Lan patted her chest in guarantee.

  Fu An left with Chu Yu and Le An Gongzhu after getting Yang Lan's promise, Le An glanced in the direction of Rong Yi before leaving, seeing him talking to Yang Mei, they were chatting happily, didn't notice her, she let out a soft sigh and left.

  This scene fell into the eyes of Mingyu County Master, who was waiting for the horse carriage to leave, and quietly poked Zhou Ying. She made a gesture with her eyes in that direction, covering her face with her sleeve and saying in a low voice: "Did you notice that Le An's eyes kept drifting towards Rong Yi today? Don't tell me she has taken a liking to him!"

  Zhou Ying sneered, "Just daydreaming! This is the grandson personally groomed by Duke Anning, who doesn't know in the entire capital that Duke Anning visited Grand Tutor Gu three times for this grandson's sake and endured humiliation from Chancellor Qin? The family's most carefully nurtured son will be allowed to take charge and then sit on a cold bench? What beautiful thoughts are you thinking?"

  Ming Yu slightly lowered her head, stifling a smile, "I'm afraid others might think it's true and the emperor might even arrange a marriage, who knows!" Her words carried a hint of playful teasing.

  "It's impossible. Although Anning Hou has passed away, his position in the Emperor's heart is very high, not inferior to Jingguo Hou. That was the one who had protected the Emperor when he ascended to the throne, and that was a small princess who could be compared to her. Besides, even if it were true, she wouldn't have been chosen anyway! If she hadn't followed behind the Empress and flattered her, do you think she would have entered this circle? Haven't you seen that Yuanyu Junzhu doesn't even bother with her?" Zhou Ying remained unmoving as a mountain, not hiding her disdain.

  Ming Yu nodded in agreement, "Indeed! Wan Rou is too straightforward, it's inevitable that she would show her dislike on her face. However, when we chatted earlier, she did praise Lan Er a couple of times and said that once her mother's health improves, she'll invite us to play at their place!"

  "That's good news, but Jing An might not have the time though! I heard that Master Ming Hui is a very strict person, and it's unknown whether she'll let her out to play." Zhou Ying was worried that her good sister wouldn't be able to go.

  "It's not necessarily the case! Why must she learn from her of all people?! Master Minghui always has a stern expression and never cracks a smile, being strict and rigid is what she's known for, I don't know if Linger can handle it!" Mingyu furrowed her brow in concern.

  "You never know, Lan'er might have a knack for painting and be quite persistent. Maybe she'll actually learn something!" Zhou Ying smiled, her eyes filled with expectation.

  "That's a good idea, while she's still not famous I'll ask for a few more of her paintings, they'll definitely be worth something when we're old!" Ming Yu covered her mouth and giggled.

  "You're blinded by money! Let her hear that and she'll have to clean up after you!" Zhou Ying laughed and patted her on the back.

  Ming Yu immediately pulled Zhou Ying's sleeve and coquettishly said, "Good sister, you mustn't tell Lan Er about it. Let her know that my warehouse has lost a lot of good things again. The other day, she even took away the letter from Wei Fu Ren that I treasured. If this continues, my private storage will be empty!" She complained with a bitter face, half true and half false.

  "You think I don't know? Didn't she give you a white jade Buddha statue? I heard your family's old lady loves it like crazy, don't get too proud of yourself!" Zhou Ying gave her a cold glance, completely unbothered.

  "Hehe! Sister is being biased, she only cares about her now!" Mingyu was just joking around, but in reality, his family didn't lack precious things at all. The bond between sisters couldn't be bought with money.

  In fact, Yang Lan, Zhou Ying and Ming Yu got along well with each other, their personalities were very compatible, they were all straightforward and outspoken, after several meetings, their relationship became closer, and they kept in touch from time to time. When Hui Chang Gong saw that his daughter had made friends with the girls, he was also very delighted.

  After waiting for a few people to leave, Yang Huan took his sister to the Puzi Temple area to see Master Minghui. A young nun was already leading the way at the entrance.

  "Master, how have you been lately? Do you have time to see us?" Yang Huan asked calmly.

  "The host is already waiting for you in the Zen room!"

  The two were led to Master Minghui's Zen room. "Master, the guests have arrived!" The little nun put her hands together and retreated silently.

  "You've come, then let's do it!" Master Ming Hui said calmly.

  Yang Huan and Yang Lan sat on the couch, Master Minghui placed a small tea table in front of them, with a tea tray on it, Master Minghui poured two cups of tea and made a please gesture with her hand.

  Yang Lan took the opportunity to observe Master Minghui carefully. In fact, Minghui was very young, she was her mother's younger sister, eight years younger than her mother, but her face was stern and severe, her eyes were dull and majestic, and there was an aura of dignity around her that commanded respect without being angry. Unfortunately, perhaps due to the ups and downs of life, she looked much older than her mother, with wisps of white hair already visible at her temples.

  Thinking of her identity, and then thinking of her age compared to her mother's, one can't help but sigh and lament the impermanence of worldly affairs!

  Yang Lan put away the emotions in her heart, silently picked up the tea and took a sip, slightly raised an eyebrow, the clear tea water rotated in her mouth for a moment, leaving a lingering fragrance, but after a while, it became somewhat bitter, unlike other teas without the feeling of returning sweetness, making people feel a little melancholy.

  Ming Hui ignored Yang Hao and instead looked at Yang Lan, her serious face exuding a calm and steady atmosphere, with hints of the beauty she had in her youth. She slowly opened her mouth, "What does the master think of this tea?"