As soon as I arrived at Yang Yuanliang's house, I heard Wu Langxiang's scream: "Sister Lanxiang is okay, is she okay?" Wang Qiuping wanted to knock on the door, but it didn't mean much. "Sister Lanxiang's kung fu is so good, she must be fine!"

Just as he hesitated, Gorou's phone changed. Wang Qiuping was a little uneasy. She lay down on the crack in the door and looked in. Never mind. He was flushed all over. In the end, he knew why Wu Lanxiang called to scold him, and then continued to say that the next morning, Wang Qiuping put on the bronze mirror and found that her face was a little sallow, and her spirit was not very good. She scolded: "This is all Yang Yuan's evil deeds, and so is Sister Lanxiang." It's so loud, I can't sleep!"

Here, Wu Lanxiang and Yang Yuanliang came. At the same time, they brought sheet music. Wang Qiuping began to write herself. On good rice paper, Wu Lanxiang began to copy the score. Wu Lanxiang began to get used to the fights in the big house.

Yang Yuanliang didn't do anything. Yang Yuanliang casually picked up a book on Wang Qiuping's desk and read it. This book is not a book of four books and five classics, but a book of stories. It tells the story of talented people and beautiful women. The content is simple.

Gifted scholars are poor at home. The young lady supported him in taking the imperial examination. The two adults felt that the wrong door was preventing them from being together. Later, the gifted scholar won the first prize, and they were happy together. Yang Yuanliang soon saw them.

The rest of the books are either poems from previous dynasties or collections of Confucianism. Otherwise, in the "Four Books", "Five Classics" and "Women's Precepts", Yang Yuanliang felt bored, so he put down the book.

As soon as Wu Lanxiang practiced martial arts, Wang Qiuping took an inkstone, played the violin, and began to calculate on rice paper. Yang Yuanliang estimated that before the crossing, an unfinished thing should still be a tube, such as Goldbach's estimate.

Yang Yuanliang is not interesting. He only has one violin at home. He can't play for the time being. Last night, his big fade was a bit long. He didn't want to go shopping in the morning, so he had to find something interesting on his own.

Never mind. He's as fast as a typewriter. A few pages of rice paper gave him a dense formula, a series of letters, which Wang Qiuping did not understand, the function of the symbol, and a small English letter in the middle.

Wang Qiuping frowned when she saw that Yang Yuanliang no longer wrote, and didn't dare to ask: "Xianggong, what is your ghost painting?" Yang Yuanliang looked stunned when he heard this, and said: "This is anyone's painting, this is advanced mathematics, I tell you, you don't understand!"

"Mathematics?" Yang Yuanliang took the rice paper and blurted out: "Do you always know arithmetic?" Wang Qiuping didn't believe it, and asked under the bed: "I know a little bit about arithmetic." I can't say it to you, and I can't give it to many people in Linhao City. I've never seen arithmetic like this!"

"Yes, it's 2...... Yang Yuanliang handed the Arabic numerals to Wang Qiuping. Wang Qiuping was very talented and learned quickly. On the one hand, Wu Lanxiang understood the words and quickly learned Arabic numerals.

"Xianggong, I can see your number, but what do you mean by forks and branches?" Wang Qiuping found it interesting after learning mathematics.

Yang Yuanliang's disciples spent half an hour studying the laws of addition, subtraction, multiplication and division. They said, "There are pheasants, rabbits, and cages, seven on the top and ninety-four on the bottom." How many times does each pheasant and rabbit ask, "Do you know what this lady knows?"

She nodded, "I know, but I can figure it out!" Yang Yuanliang took a piece of paper and listed it on it.

He pointed to the formula and said, "Will you see it this time? I really think so, dig a little deeper, you know, you won't." ”

Wang Qiuping picked up a piece of rice paper and looked at it again. He had an eyebrow in his heart. He didn't know how to figure it out. Then, he opened the previous arithmetic book and applied a formula for talent learning. As a result, he got the right answer.

He wrapped himself around Yang Yuanliang's neck and said, "Xiang Gong, who did you learn it from, can you teach me?" Yang Yuanliang pushed Wang Qiuping, who was hugging his neck. Nope!"

Yang Yuanliang didn't want to teach Wang Qiuping at all. He was seven years older and began learning mathematics at the age of three. He learned how to make big bombs at the age of seven. He also studied mathematics. He didn't want to get tired, because he taught Wang Qiuping.

Today's Wu Lanxiang is more honest. After learning addition and subtraction, he refused to learn multiplication and division. He said it was useless to learn these things. Regardless of whether there is anyone in the family or not, he can practice martial arts.

"I won't give you the talent to audition, you teach me, how about I accompany you tonight?" Wang Qiuping didn't know how she could say such a shy sentence, he really wanted to learn this matter, because it was impossible not to give Yang Yuanliang an audition talent.

Wang Qiuping didn't know that this was a normal phenomenon in spring. Now, like a koala, he was ashamed to think of Yang Yuanliang.

"I'm ha!

"It's done!" After vomiting for 10 minutes, Wang Qiuping tried to find a hole to drill herself. Yang Yuanliang scolded: "Those stinky things! You are not good, little sheep, he must have done nothing this time!"

After that, Yang Yuanliang said to Wu Lanxiang: "You go out and beat me hard." Wu Lanxiang took out two water separators from under the bed, held them in her hands, and smiled at Yang Yuanliang with her fists. Don't worry, I'll have to chop him up and feed it to the dogs!"

"Sister is not good! Xianggong is not good. Let's go see him and find out why I am!" Yang Yuanliang saw that Wang Qiuping was in a dilemma and agreed to go with him.

The three men brought their families to the gate of Taichangfu. Luo Xuejun was wearing tattered clothes and put a piece of dog skin paste on his face. He was looking forward to it as if he were a thief.

When I saw Yang Yuanliang's first-class cabin come out, Luo Xuejun took three steps back and said, "I'm too lazy, too powerless, I can't leave Lin Haocheng today." I'm not going to a poetry meeting tomorrow. I just asked you to give me back the bracelet and make a mess on my way. ”

Wang Qiuping looked at Luo Xuejun's pity and said, "Are you willing to compensate Prince Luo for the loss of the bracelet?" Yang Yuanliang suddenly held Wang Qiuping in his arms and gave him a powerful text in front of Luo Xuejun. He didn't like Wang Qiuping's baggage, but opened his teeth and sucked out his tongue.

Wang Qiuping, a little girl, and Yang Yuanliang, an experienced veteran driver, live there. It's not a big deal to be a street relative in later generations. Yang Yuanliang is not a chick either. Of course, she knows how to deal with women. After three or two visits, Wang Qiuping became gentle.

Yang Yuanliang hugged Wang Qiuping, embarrassed and uneasy, pointed at Luo Xuejun, and said, "If you go there to cool down, the splashed water will recover." If you don't leave, I'll kill you. ”

Luo Xuejun scolded the two of them, hurriedly threw them into the water, and flew to a nearby famous house, Luo Xuejun changed his clothes, changed his clothes, and several strong men pushed open the door.

As soon as Luo Xuejun changed his bold attitude, he said to these people: "Do you remember such a poet?" Several strong men knelt down and said: "Back to Lord Luo, the subordinates all remember!"

Luo Xuejun said: "Tomorrow, when the prisoner is captured, his sister in green clothes is very good. You should be very careful. As for Yang Yuanliang, he was killed directly. ”

After Luo Xuejun explained his affairs to Wang Qiuping, according to his celebrity list, he began to visit one after another. Luo Xuejun will do a big thing at the Sino-Arab Poetry Conference tomorrow.