Yesterday, after Bai Qingman asked someone to bring Duan Zhengyang back, other than feeding him some medicine, she did not wash him carefully. Therefore, Duan Zhengyang was still wearing the same tattered clothes, and the smell on his body was even worse.
Jiujiu thought wickedly. If that witch from the Demonic Sect, Yan Mei 'er, saw Duan Zhengyang in this state, she would probably want to slap him to death. Why would she fall in love with him? It must be because Duan Zhengyang had become the leader of the martial arts circles and was awe-inspiring.
As expected, it was not only men who judged people by their appearance. Women were the same.
After sighing at the superficial nature of the world, Jiujiu lay down on the soft chair and took a nap.
When Jiujiu woke up, the steward had already sent Duan Zhengyang, who was neatly dressed, over.
Duan Zhengyang's appearance was naturally undeniable for him to be able to charm the witch from the Demonic Sect. Even though he looked sallow and emaciated now, one could still see that he would be handsome in the future.
If one could see how handsome he would be in the future even though he was in such a sorry state, one could see that Duan Zhengyang was naturally outstanding. Jiujiu felt an inexplicable sense of pressure when she kept such an outstanding man who was destined to be the main character by her side.
While Jiujiu was sizing up Duan Zhengyang, Duan Zhengyang was also looking at Jiujiu. When he saw Jiujiu's delicate face, his dark face instantly flushed red.
Duan Zhengyang was only eight years old at the moment. He did not say anything about wanting to marry Jiujiu. He only thought that the mistress was not only kind, but also beautiful.
Jiujiu carefully sized up Duan Zhengyang for a moment. After some thought, she decided that rather than tossing Duan Zhengyang aside and letting his imagination run wild and provoking Yan Mei 'er, it would be better to put him right under her nose. It would be easier to keep an eye on him.
"Can you work in my courtyard from now on?"
Jiujiu was young and her voice was childish, but it was as sweet as honey to Duan Zhengyang's ears.
Duan Zhengyang felt that Jiujiu was a great person.
Duan Zhengyang's future was decided by Jiujiu just like that. The butler thought that Duan Zhengyang was just an eight-year-old boy who was still wet behind the ears, so he let Jiujiu deal with him.
Of course, that night, Jiujiu told her parents why she wanted Duan Zhengyang to stay.
Jiujiu's father was a landowner. It was said that his ancestors had helped the Emperor in the past, so the Emperor rewarded him with a hundred mu of fertile land, which was passed down from generation to generation.
With a hundred mu of fertile land, generation after generation, he naturally accumulated a considerable amount of wealth. Some of Jiujiu's ancestors also wanted to take the imperial examinations, but the people in her family seemed to be born with a screw loose when it came to the imperial examinations. They were very good at farming, but when they read books, they would have all sorts of headaches. Over time, the Bai Family gave up on taking the imperial examinations and focused on farming, earning a living from farming and collecting rent.
Jiujiu's father, Master Bai, was a landowner, but he was not the heartless kind. When he saw that there was a drought this year, he directly exempted the farmers from paying rent, and was treated as a living Buddha by the locals.
Master Bai had waived the rent for more than a hundred mu of fertile land. Naturally, he would not care about a child like Duan Zhengyang. Therefore, when he heard that Jiujiu wanted Duan Zhengyang to stay, he was only stunned for a moment before nodding to indicate that he knew about this matter.
Jiujiu's mother, Madam Bai, was a very traditional woman. Seeing that her husband did not say anything, she naturally nodded in agreement.
Thus, Duan Zhengyang stayed just like that.
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Jiujiu did not treat Duan Zhengyang well because he might be the future leader of the martial arts world. Instead, she let the housekeeper arrange for Duan Zhengyang to do what the other servants were supposed to do. However, even if Jiujiu treated Duan Zhengyang this way, Duan Zhengyang still liked Jiujiu, as if it was originally set. Every day after he finished his work, he would even run to Jiujiu's courtyard to peek at Jiujiu. Even if he could not see Jiujiu most of the time, Duan Zhengyang still did not get tired of it.
On this day, Jiujiu sat under the grapevine and played the zither. Once again, she felt Duan Zhengyang's gaze.
Duan Zhengyang was young and did not know how to pretend at all. He just stood behind the tree and stared straight at Jiujiu. He looked exactly like an idiot.
Jiujiu wanted to pretend that she did not notice, but Duan Zhengyang stared at her without blinking for a full two hours. Jiujiu could not pretend anymore. She could only turn her head and look in Duan Zhengyang's direction.
After realizing that Jiujiu had noticed him, Duan Zhengyang walked out from behind the tree with a red face. When he saw Jiujiu's face, Duan Zhengyang's already pale face turned even redder. Even his earlobes were so red that it looked like blood would drip out.
Seeing Duan Zhengyang like this, Jiujiu was sure that when he became the leader of the martial arts world in the future, no matter if it was one Yan Mei 'er or ten Yan Mei' ers, Duan Zhengyang would still tell them that the person he liked was her.
When she thought of this, Jiujiu's head started to hurt.
Jiujiu lowered her head and looked at the red-faced Duan Zhengyang. After thinking for a moment, she asked, "Why are you looking at me?"
Duan Zhengyang, who was lowering his head and comforting himself that Jiujiu did not know that he was peeking at her, suddenly heard Jiujiu's question. His face, which was originally red from being caught, instantly turned pale. After moving his lips, he said softly, "I won't dare to do it again. Miss, please don't kick me out."
At that moment, Duan Zhengyang was not afraid of Jiujiu punishing him at all. He was afraid that Jiujiu would kick him out for peeking at her. When he thought of how he would never see Jiujiu again, Duan Zhengyang felt extremely uncomfortable.
Seeing how Duan Zhengyang's face turned pale from her words, Jiujiu was sure that Duan Zhengyang really liked her.
Knowing that she would not be able to get rid of Duan Zhengyang, Jiujiu sighed and said, "You can serve me from now on."
Duan Zhengyang, who originally thought that Jiujiu was going to kick him out, was stunned when he heard that Jiujiu wanted him to serve her. When he came back to his senses, he was overjoyed.
Miss, Miss asked him to serve her. That meant that he would be able to see Miss every day from now on.
When he thought about how he would be able to see Jiujiu every day, the corner of Duan Zhengyang's mouth could not help but curl up. His heart was thumping non-stop.
When Jiujiu saw that Duan Zhengyang was so emotional that he was about to cry because of what she said, the corner of her mouth twitched. She asked the servant to arrange things for Duan Zhengyang before returning to her room to rest.
Duan Zhengyang was only eight years old, so he could not do any heavy work. Therefore, the servant assigned Duan Zhengyang the task of tidying up the garden.
The garden was not big, so he only needed to clear the weeds inside and cut off the withered leaves regularly.
Since this courtyard belonged to Jiujiu, Duan Zhengyang was very enthusiastic when tidying up the courtyard. Even though he had just finished tidying up the garden a day ago, he would definitely walk around the garden the next day to see if there was anything else to tidy up. He strived for perfection.
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