The eldest daughter of a peasant family: They are all my sisters’ passers-by

Lan Luochen naturally would not spoil her interest, so he stood up from his chair and walked to the small round table.

"wait for me."

Lan Wangshu walked out hurriedly and brought in a basin of hot water.

"Put it in and soak for a while."

Lan Luochen could only do as he was told. It was very boring to just sit there and do nothing. He looked at Lan Wangshu with a somewhat innocent look.

"It's boring? Then I'll tell you a story. What do you want to hear?"

Lan Wangshu saw through his thoughts at a glance, and looked at him with a faint smile on his face, holding his cheek with his hand.

Lan Luochen felt that the light in front of him seemed a little bright, which made his eyes feel a little strange. He blinked hard before he could see Lan Wangshu clearly.

"poetry."

"Whose poem do you want to hear? Still Li Bai's?"

"all good."

Lan Luochen didn't care who it was, he just wanted to hear something new. He had read a lot of poems by famous writers, but they were still not as good as Li Bai's.

"Then let's not talk about Li Bai."

Lan Wangshu pointed at the table. All of Li Bai’s poems were about to be picked out, so she decided to find someone else.

"Do you know what Taohuayuan is?"

Lan Luochen shook his head. The girl first recited Tang Bohu's poems and then Peach Blossom Spring, which stunned Lan Luochen.

"Sister, do you like this kind of life?"

"Of course I like it. Who wouldn't like it? It's just that everyone has their own ambitions. If one day all the ambitions are realized, there's nothing wrong with such a life."

Lan Luochen could hear the regret in Lan Wangshu's tone. He didn't understand what was so difficult about such days. Isn't it like this now?

"What's the difficulty?"

“The difficulty is that everyone has desires.”

Lan Wangshu looked into his eyes. There were a lot of things written in them, but Lan Luochen couldn't see clearly. He thought about it and felt that something was still missing.

It's been almost a year, and he still can't figure out what she's thinking.

"It's almost time, take your hands out."

Lan Wangshu carefully wiped Lan Luochen's hands with a handkerchief. The black grooves on his hands gradually became lighter in color, but they still felt hard and uneven.

She wondered how much work such a young child must have done to allow the black mud to be firmly embedded in the gullies and could not be washed clean.

Even when she pursed her lips, pity and heartache could be seen in her eyes.

Lan Luochen looked at her, moved his fingers, and smiled.

Lan Wangshu took out a large piece of white paste from the jar. It had a fruity smell, light and a little green.

His hands moved in Lan Wangshu's hands, being rubbed and pinched. Even though they were siblings, his ears still blushed.

It took a cup of tea before Lan Wangshu let go of his hand.

"how do you feel."

"It's soft, hot and very fragrant."

Lan Wangshu's gaze lingered on his hand, feeling a little sorry. The proportions were so good, it was such a pity that this hand was injured. Sooner or later, she would take care of it and make it white and tender.

"Keep this jar and use it to apply some after washing your hands. Don't be reluctant to use it. A scholar's hands should look nice."

Lan Luochen smiled and said nothing.

Lan Wangshu was not being pretentious. In that era, the only materials available were paper and silk, and if one's hands were too rough, the silk would be scratched.

"Don't laugh, remember that."

"take note of it."

Lan Wangshu leaned down slightly, his fox eyes slightly raised, looking mysterious.

"The wheat is ripe. I will prepare delicious food for you when you take the provincial examination. You can defeat them mentally."

Lan Luochen laughed out loud. He didn't expect Lan Wangshu to have such a childish idea. He knew how delicious Lan Wangshu's cooking was. Did he want to rely on the smell of dry food to make others uneasy?

"Yes, thank you for your hard work, sister."

Lan Wangshu waved his hand and left his room.

Two months passed in the blink of an eye, and it was Lan Wangshu's birthday on the third day of May.

On that day, countless horse-drawn carriages entered Cangnan Village and stopped at the door of the Lan family.

A few days ago, the village head's wife, Cang Lin, tried to find a sponsor for her, but Lan Wangshu declined, saying that she already had an arrangement with a noble man. She didn't say anything, but just joked that the people in the village would definitely be disappointed.

Lan Wangshu knew that now that Lan Luochen had become successful, she had become a popular figure in the eyes of everyone. She was no longer a simple orphan, and everyone more or less cared about her abilities and property.

To be honest, this is human nature. It is the instinct of living things to seek benefits and avoid harm. As long as nothing happened to her, she didn't want to care about it.

At noon, the Lan family's buffet was set out. Everyone was eating and drinking happily, waiting for praise.

When they saw the familiar faces on the carriage, they did not react much until Magistrate He, dressed in official uniform, appeared and the crowd began to get a little restless.

"grown ups."

The people didn't know what was going on. Lan Wangshu bowed, which frightened County Magistrate He so much that she jumped to the side. She stood up and there was no one in front of her.

County Magistrate He smiled and invited the person behind him to come out. The person was dressed in gorgeous clothes and had a dignified and elegant temperament. The years had left some traces on her face, making her look more mysterious and gentle. She was holding a black brocade in her hand.

"This is the wife of Duke Xin, who has come specially to offer a eulogy for the county princess' coming-of-age ceremony."