My Lord, the princess doesn't want you anymore.

Mei Xueer thought, it's New Year's Day, we can't let a girl like her, the daughter of a Shangshu family, kneel here all the time, that's ridiculous.

But An Ran refused to get up, Mei Xueer had no choice but to kneel down in front of her. "Naughty kid, I'm kneeling down for you too. Please get up first and talk, okay?"

Her kneeling made An Ran very anxious, and she simply prostrated herself on the ground, "Master, please don't do this. It's embarrassing for your disciple."

Mei Xueer also lay prone on the ground, "Disciple, no, Miss An, please get up quickly, you can't do this, you can't do this..."

An Ran: "Master, if you don't get up, I will have no choice but to dig a hole and bury myself."

Mei Xueer: ...During the Chinese New Year...

So, when Mei Jiayun came in again and saw this scene, he felt terrible.

What are these two doing?

Mei Xueer looked up and saw Mei Jiayun, and cast a look in his direction for help, "Brother..."

As soon as she started to speak, Mei Jiayun shuddered all over, "I, I left something behind. Just take it and go, just take it and go, it's for sacrifice..."

"You guys, continue..." He hurriedly picked up a red bundle from the table and escaped from Jixuexuan again.

Because he escaped in such a hurry, he almost tripped over the threshold.

"Miss An, I'll count to three, and then we'll stand up at the same time and sit down to talk, okay?" Mei Xueer said with a sad face.

An Ran thought about it and felt that if she couldn't get up, her master would probably stay on the ground forever, so she took a step back and said, "Okay, whatever the master says. I'll listen to you."

Nanxing had already been grinning from ear to ear, and only after seeing the two great gods finally sit down normally did he serve them tea.

When serving tea, she took a careful look at An Ran. Seeing that this woman had a frank, simple face and a pretty appearance, she suddenly remembered what the young lady had told her yesterday, that she should find a wife for Wen Bing according to her standards.

I wonder if a girl like this is suitable for Bingzi?

But then he changed his mind and thought, she is the daughter of a minister, and Wen Bing is just a coachman, so they might not be a good match.

She decided to talk to the young lady about this matter. Didn't the young lady always say that there is no distinction between the noble and the humble in love?

"Miss An..." Mei Xueer had just started to speak when An Ran interrupted her.

"Master, you can just call me Anran. Or, Ranran? Ran'er? That's also fine. Or, just call me Disciple!"

"However?"

"Oh, Master likes to call me that. Okay! Ran'er is here!" An Ran stood up immediately, looking respectful.

Mei Xueer held her forehead with her hand, "Listen to me. An Xiao... Ran, I really am not qualified to be your master..."

Mei Xueer couldn't continue speaking because she saw An Ran's tears flowing like a stream, covering her face.

Can't stop.

It slid down to the inconspicuous chest.

She really couldn't understand how such a little girl could have so many tears.

The water of West Lake, tears of peace.

An Ran was still crying. While crying, she grabbed the bag she brought with her and sobbed, "Master, you see, I, I... wuuuu... I love reading and studying the most. I have a basic knowledge... I will definitely not embarrass you... wuuuu..."

She hurriedly opened the bundle, "Master, look, these are all my treasures. After you see them, you will definitely accept me..."

However, "Ran'er" was speechless afterwards.

She stared at the things in the bag with her eyes wide open, her mouth wide enough to fit two eggs, and she even forgot to cry.

Mei Xueer was so frightened that she fell off the chair, and she quickly got up and sat down.

With shaking hands, she pointed at the cleanly washed pig head in the red cloth on An Ran's lap, "Is this what you often look at? And you often learn from it?"

An Ran burst into tears again, "How could this happen? How could this happen? No, this is not mine..."

"That pig head is mine. I picked up the wrong one just now..." A weak voice came from behind.

Mei Jiayun walked over carefully carrying a red bundle and dropped it on the table from a distance.

Then, under Anran's constant glare, he picked up the pig's head and ran away.

Mei Xueer was speechless. It was New Year's Day and everyone was acting abnormally.

Even the usually steady eldest brother started to act foolishly.

Nan Xing suddenly realized, leaned close to Mei Xueer's ear and whispered, "The pig's head was given by Shi Lao San the day before yesterday. The eldest young master said that he would prepare the things for the New Year's Eve sacrifice himself this year. He washed the pig's head clean early in the morning and wrapped it in red cloth. Just as he was about to go to the ancestral hall, Miss An came. Out of courtesy, the eldest young master brought her here first, but as soon as she arrived, Miss An pestered the eldest young master to talk. The eldest young master had wanted to slip away a long time ago, but he felt it was impolite, so he waited for you to get up, and finally got free. Look, he was so flustered that he even took the wrong bag."

Mei Xueer: How powerful is this little girl's lethality!

An Ran had already burst into laughter. She quickly opened her bag and placed the books inside in front of Mei Xueer one by one. "Master, please look. I have read a lot of books. These are my favorites..."

Mei Xueer thought about last night in the palace when An Ran told her that her favorite book was "The Foolish Girl of the Zhao Family and the Bandit". She was curious and couldn't help but go over to see what other books she liked to read.

This sight made me feel even worse.

The book placed in the front is, of course, "The Foolish Girl of the Zhao Family and the Bandit".

As for the rest——

"The Handsome Scholar Falls in Love with the Neighbor's Sister-in-Law", "Brother, Actually, Girls Like Women", "Lonely Boudoir in the Dark", "The Love and Hate Between the Tabby Cat and the Rat Spirit", "Death is Your Ghost"...

Things like "Folk Ghost Stories" are considered very normal.

"This is what you call well-read? Well-read?!"

An Ran nodded excitedly, "How is it? How is it? This is only a very small part of the books I have read. I have a lot more at home. Master, am I awesome?"

Mei Xueer took a deep breath and forced herself to give her a thumbs up against her will.

She looked at An Ran, who was excited, seriously and said, "Ran, you see, you are already very good. I haven't studied these books. So, you are better than me. If I become your master, it will really delay you. It will delay you from wandering in the ocean of literature, and it will delay you from continuing on the road of learning..."

"No, Master! By the way, Master, I like to write poems. I have some poems too. Please teach me... Hey, my collection of poems... Oh, here it is. Master, please take a look."

She pulled a book out from the pile, opened it, and held it in front of Mei Xueer with both hands.

Mei Xueer opened her eyes a little and took a look.

I couldn't bear to look at it anymore after just one glance.

"I pick flowers from the east, west, south, and north, why is this branch the only one that hasn't bloomed yet..."

Mei Xueer: You’ve picked all the blooming ones.

"Among all flowers, I prefer chrysanthemums. I pick them and send them to my lover..."

Mei Xueer: Is my lover dead? There seems to be nothing wrong with putting a chrysanthemum in front of the grave.

"The misty Xiangxi Lake, the beauty on the boat is so pitiful. A heavy rain, the beauty cries, tears become a river, the sky turns dark."

Mei Xueer: This beauty's tears are like a river, as much as yours?

……

Is this really the most talented woman in Dazhen?

"Master, how is it? Not bad?" An Ran looked at her with a proud look on her face. "And this one, it's about the mouse I raised..."

"It's really well written, but please don't write anymore in the future." Mei Xueer waved her hand to stop her and asked weakly, "Who else have you shown this collection of poems to?"

"Everyone in my family has read it! They all say it's good. But my father and mother said that ordinary people outside can't understand my poems, so I don't need to let others know, so as not to insult my poems."

Mei Xueer felt that her blood was rushing to her head. She forced herself to take a deep breath again and nodded solemnly. "I think your parents are right and they are absolutely right! It's better not to let other people see this collection of poems. You see, you are the most talented woman in Dazhen after all - oh, by the way, may I ask, who gave you the title of 'the most talented woman in Dazhen'?"

An Ran quickly pointed at her nose and said, "My parents!"

Mei Xueer almost fell off the chair again.

An Ran quickly supported her, smiling with a pair of dimples, "My parents said that I am the most talented woman in Dazhen."

Like daughter, like mother!

Like daughter, like father!

Mei Xueer really couldn't imagine what kind of weird parents could give birth to such a weird daughter.

Oh my God, Minister An, you are the Minister of Rites, and yet you followed this mother and daughter in doing such nonsense?

Mei Xueer finally understood why her elder brother ran away.

In a few quick moves, she stuffed all those great works and poems that would be remembered for eternity into her bag, packed it up, and then put it into Anran's arms, pushing her to the door step by step.

"Ran, today is New Year's Eve, and I still have a lot of things to do. You should go back first and spend the New Year with your parents, okay?"

An Ran's mouth pursed, and she looked like she was about to cry again, "Master, are you chasing me away? You don't want me anymore?"

"Let's talk about it next year, let's talk about it next year, okay? Even if Master begs you!" Mei Xueer said with a sad face.

"No, Master, please don't talk like that. I can't stand it."

Mei Xueer wiped her face and had only one thought in her mind - to coax her away as soon as possible.

"Okay, since you insist on calling me Master, then listen to me. Be good and go back first, okay? I have a lot of things to do today."

After much persuasion, An Ran was finally persuaded to leave.

Mei Xueer collapsed on the steps at the doorstep, gasping for breath from exhaustion.

Nan Xing had originally thought about talking to the young lady about matchmaking for Wen Bing after An Ran left, but after this, she began to doubt, "Is such a daughter-in-law really suitable for Wen Bing?"

She decided to observe further before making any comment.