Chapter 11: Her face was flushed! Her cerebellum was yellow!

"I'm sorry, I already have an apprentice." Master Yang said very tactfully. She was also very tired. She waved to the three of them, "I'm tired, you can leave."

“Master Yang…” Lu Lian’er wanted to say something more, but was stopped by Madam Xia.

Madam Xia quickly shook her head at her, and Lu Lian'er had no choice but to shut up.

He left backstage reluctantly.

"Grandma, why didn't you let me speak just now?" Lu Lian'er pouted, looking very unhappy.

“Master Yang’s statement that he already has disciples may be an excuse. How can you not bring gifts when you become his disciple?” Old Madam Xia said in a tone of someone who had been through it all. “We need to plan this matter carefully.”

Xia Qinglin agreed, "I've heard that Master Yang is very fond of antiques. We'll go to various auctions and see if we can find anything valuable and presentable. I don't believe she won't accept it then!"

"I haven't heard any news that Master Yang already has a disciple. Lian'er, you will definitely succeed!" Old Madam Xia looked down at Master Yang's signature. "Master Yang's handwriting is really good."

Hearing what the grandmother and granddaughter said, Lu Lian'er immediately beamed with joy, "I'll do whatever Grandma and brother say!"

Xia Mian, when I become Master Yang's apprentice and directly upgrade to a national treasure inheritor, taking over Master Yang's connections... you'll be crying then!

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After returning to the Fu family manor, Old Madam Fu said she hadn't had enough of the opera and insisted that Xia Mian perform another piece for her.

"We have no costumes at home, no water sleeves... and certainly no swords like red-tasseled spears..."

Xia Mian was a little embarrassed.

"Why don't you have anything to wear?" Old Madam Fu called to the butler, "Go and bring me that shawl from my room! The rose-red one! Hurry up, hurry up!"

The housekeeper hurriedly went to fetch a rose-red shawl and handed it to Xia Mian.

Xia Mian stared in disbelief at the bright pink shawl in front of her; the color was so vivid and eye-catching.

This is clearly one of the most popular items for aunties and grandmas when they travel.

Madam Fu looked at her expectantly.

"Mianmian, hurry up... sing that part, that part what... the part you performed for Alian today. I want to hear the whole version, not just two or three lines!"

Xia Mian couldn't persuade her otherwise, so she draped the rose-red shawl over her shoulders as if it were a water sleeve.

With a leap, she moved nimbly from one end of the living room to the other, incorporating several backflips in between.

Madam Fu watched with great interest, "Mianmian, you're amazing! You can even do a backflip!"

Xia Mian landed perfectly, her voice softening once more. She twirled her shawl, making a water sleeve motion as she turned around.

A round of applause rang out, startling her. She looked towards the entrance of the living room and saw a tall, upright man in a military uniform, every button fastened tightly, exuding an air of asceticism that inexplicably aroused an urge to unbutton him.

Those eyes were deep and dark, like distant stars, sending shivers down one's spine.

Xia Mian's cheeks flushed, and she quickly looked away.

Fu Yanshen stared at Xia Mian's small face, and his heart suddenly skipped a beat.

The girl was lively and charming, with full, glossy red lips that made one want to kiss her.

The man's sexy Adam's apple bobbed slightly, as if he could smell the unique fragrance of a young girl in the air.

Fu Yanshen immediately turned his face away, no longer looking at Xia Mian's face, his body tensing and stiffening in an instant.

He took a deep breath, reached out and slowly took off his general's hat, handing it to the butler.

It was a very simple move, but Xia Mian thought it was incredibly cool!

Indeed, military uniforms are the best cosmetic surgery for men!

She was so beautiful that she dared not look at it anymore.

She quickly pulled off her shawl and snuggled up to Old Madam Fu, saying, "Grandma, I'm so tired..."

"Yan Shen, isn't Mianmian very talented? She sings very well, doesn't she?" Madam Fu smiled and poured Xia Mian a cup of tea. "Have some water and rest for a bit."

“Miss Xia is indeed very talented.” Fu Yanshen walked over and sat down opposite Madam Fu, playing with the small and exquisite bone china cup in his large hand.

After a short while, he took a sip of tea from the cup.

Its movements were as graceful as a lazy cheetah.

Xia Mian swallowed hard, thinking that her three older brothers were usually quite handsome and good-looking, but they were scumbags in front of Fu Yanshen!

Why do you compare your brother to Fu Yanshen?

Are they comparable?

It's not good at all!

Xia Mian deeply despised herself.

Fu Yanshen's stunningly handsome face is unmatched by most people!

Madam Fu sat there and told Fu Yanshen how Yang Bilian liked Xia Mian, how outstanding Xia Mian was, and told her grandson almost everything that had happened.

Hearing Madam Fu's witty praise, Xia Mian felt inexplicably ashamed. "Grandma, I'm not as good as you say. My master only accepted me because of you."

"It's clearly excellent!" Old Madam Fu was in a very good mood.

“Mianmian, you’re too modest. A-Lian has wanted to take on a disciple for a long time, but she hasn’t been able to find one who suits her. Meeting you today is fate between you two. It has nothing to do with this old woman.”

“I know Ah Lian very well. If she didn’t like you, she would never have accepted you.”

Is that so? But in her past life, Yang Bilian took Lu Lian'er as her apprentice!

However, considering the considerable sacrifices the three Xia brothers made for Lu Lian'er before Yang Bilian accepted her, it's likely that... she simply couldn't find anyone else she truly liked, and thus reluctantly accepted the "sincere" Lu Lian'er.

It's just unknown whether Lu Lian'er will ever catch Yang Bilian's eye again in this lifetime.

Fu Yanshen listened attentively, his gaze occasionally falling on Xia Mian's face. The girl's cheeks were fair with a rosy glow, and there were still beads of sweat on her forehead from the performance, just like a fresh and juicy peach.

The aroma of peaches was so tempting that a strange, chilling tension rose in his lower abdomen.

He suddenly stood up, startling Xia Mian.

He was too tall; she had to look up to him.

She saw the man's long, powerful legs encased in his military uniform, his broad shoulders and narrow waist, and his strong physique. She could vaguely imagine how perfect the muscle lines beneath the uniform must be.

My mind automatically conjured up a string of lewd and inappropriate words.

Realizing what she had seen and thought, Xia Mian immediately lowered her head.

Her face turned bright red!

The cerebellum is yellow!

Xia Mian, you're only eighteen, not twenty-three in your past life! You're just a young girl now!

She deeply despised herself.

She raised her hand and patted her burning cheeks. Who could she blame?

She had never had a passionate or sweet romance in either of her lives.