Steward Ning was slightly stunned, but he didn't dare to speak anymore, he honestly bowed down and went down to work, Yan He quietly glanced at Chonglan who lowered his head, and handed her the lanolin in his hand: "How is it?" Is this what you want? ”

Chonglan's heart tightened, but his face was blank: "What do you mean by obeying my wishes?" She jumped out of the hat chair and tugged at his sleeve: "Are you angry with me?" ”

Although she pretended to be stupid, her palms were sweating, Cuiwei gossiped about her behind her back these days, and the people below did the same, and they all ignored her, she designed Yan He to punish Cuiwei in front of everyone today, not only to punish Diao Nu, but also to test Yan He's attitude, and now he is still caring for him.

His thick long eyelashes were reflected in pale gold, and he squinted his eyes so that people couldn't see clearly, and suddenly opened his eyes to look at her, and said, "If you don't understand, forget it, you pack up your things and prepare to move the place." ”

Chonglan hesitated and asked curiously, "Do adults believe what Cuiwei said?" Why are you still letting me live with you? ”

Yan He said slowly: "If you really have that courage, it's okay to complain behind my back, lest you look like a villain, and your wisdom will hurt, and it's not a good thing for children to be too heavy and do things too measured." But" he paused for a moment and glanced sideways: "But it is said that your parents are not smart people, why are you so good at doing things?" ”

He asked his suspicions directly, and Chonglan didn't dare to say no directly, so he wiped his face, and his expression seemed to be a little bitter: "I don't know, since I came out of the coffin, I seem to have changed as a person, and it turns out that a lot of ignorant things are very real, as if I suddenly realized." ”

The essence of lying lies in half-truths and half-truths, and she was also a little worried in her heart after she finished speaking, she has been twelve years since she was five years old, and she has almost forgotten what she was like when she was five years old, not to mention five-year-old He Lanlan, there will definitely be more and more flaws exposed in the future, it is better to give an explanation now.

Yan He sighed, and he didn't know if he believed it or not, Chonglan said in his heart, and suddenly reached out to wrap his arms around his neck, pouting and saying, "My lord, I haven't thanked you yet, my lord!" ”

Yan He was slightly stunned and didn't dodge, he only had time to tilt his head, and Leng Buding was imprinted on his cheek by a soft mouth, he has always been far away, and he was so close to people for the first time, and then he was slidenged.

He was stunned and immediately got up, with an extremely obvious embarrassment and imperceptible awkwardness on his face, barely holding on to his usual cold face: "There are no half rules!" With a wide sleeve, he turned around and left.

Chonglan shrugged his shoulders indifferently, touched his soft little mouth again, and felt that it was still good to be a child, thinking that he might be the only person in the Qi Dynasty who had lightened the God of War, and his heart was surging with pride.

Yan and annoyed, but did not delay at all, a few days later, the people at the bottom cleaned up the place where Chonglan lived, and pointed to the two big maids to call her again, after the last time Cuiwei happened, everyone at the bottom knew how important this adopted daughter of the He family was in the master's heart, and he didn't dare to think about it lightly.

She was sent to Yan and next door by someone after a few days, and the structure of her new house was similar to his, but it was slightly smaller, with thick fur stalls underground, and the corners of tables and chairs were wrapped in flannel, probably for fear that she would bump into it.

What made her most curious was the small space separated by eight landscape screens on one side of the room, in which a desk was placed, and a brand-new pen, ink, paper and inkstone rested on the table.

Yan He also came to take a look at her new house, nodded reluctantly, and went back to his house to do his best for the country and the people.

Chonglan sat idle and bored during the day, so she asked the two big girls to come to the needlework, they had nothing to do to embroider a purse and a handkerchief or something, they didn't do it for many years, it was inevitable to be rusty at first, and it took several hours to feel better, she had the habit of embroidering her name on things, and she found out that it was wrong after embroidering a 'Lan' word, and she was reluctant to throw it away, stuffed it under the pillow, and painstakingly re-embroidered 'Lan'.

I didn't expect that the word was only half embroidered, and I heard the sound of the wooden door, Yan He walked in, raised his hand to untie the jade buckle on the big gun, and looked at the study separated by a screen. ”

A few days ago, he really ordered him to come over and practice his calligraphy well, but he was all taken by Chonglan as a deaf ear, and her face stiffened when she heard his question, and she wrung her hands: "I think I know a lot of words." ”

Yan He's expression was indifferent: "You only recognize two of the sixteen words, do you think this is good?" ”

Chonglan was stunned for a long time before she reacted, he said that when she just woke up, he wrote a sentence for her to read, and she was stunned for a while before holding back a sentence: "It's too difficult for you to write"

Yan He raised his eyebrows: "Don't be poor, go to Yanmo to prepare banknotes." After he finished speaking, he paused, and there was a bit of hatred in his eyes: "What does it look like to be full of food all day long and have nothing to do?" ”

Chonglan didn't dare to talk to him anymore, Yan He followed her to the study, and coldly saw the golden tassels and half a purse exposed under the pillow, he saw the word 'Lan' embroidered on it in a flash, pulled it out and looked at it carefully, squinted thoughtfully, and stuffed it back quietly.

She had already inked the ink over there, honestly like a student waiting for class, and he glanced at it leisurely: "Write a few words that you know first." ”

Chonglan has been busy with business over the years, and has not worked the pen and ink of the article, but a hairpin is quite interesting, she chose a small brush, and picked a few simple strokes to write, she deliberately wrote in a clumsy handwriting, but compared to five or six-year-old children, it is extremely outstanding.

After she finished writing, she glanced at Yan He with a little pride, he glanced at the rice paper, and saw that although the words on it were immature, they could still be seen to be charming and beautiful, and he muttered: "I can still see it, but the handwriting is rusty, and Xiaokai is not the right way after all." ”

Chonglan didn't refute in his mouth, his face inevitably showed a disapproving look, he looked down and saw it, but he didn't say anything about her, and said in a rambling voice: "I just said 'eat all day long and have nothing to do', then you should copy these eight words fifty times first." ”

After he finished speaking, he spread out the rice paper and wrote these eight words, which were obviously extremely positive in italics, but he wrote an elegant and beautiful style, which was self-contained, just like everyone's style.

Chonglan didn't invite Mr. when she was a child, and she inevitably envied those who could afford to invite Mr., but now that Mr. has it, she is still a famous Tanhualang, but she complains bitterly, and she can't help but play the true character of a businessman to bargain with him, and the little fat hand gestures back and forth: "Fifty times is too much, five times, right?" ”

Yan He's face did not change, and Bai Jie's hand tapped on the table: "Sixty times." ”

Chonglan was anxious, and sighed: "Ten times, just ten times, how about it?" ”

Yan He took a shallow sip of the new tea that he had served: "Then eighty times." ”

Chonglan didn't dare to say more, and took the pen to punish the copy, but his eyes were staring at the rice paper, wishing that he could burn two holes. She copied it for the fifteenth time and was a little unwilling, her intestines moved together, and she raised her eyes and asked, "Is there any reward for me after copying?" ”

Yan He glanced at her with a smile, and his tone dragged out the elder: "What do you want?" Or can I kiss you and count it as a counterpart? ”

Chonglan choked, estimating that he was avenging the last time for flirting, hehe laughed twice, and said boldly: "Is it a kiss?" ”

Yan He's hand serving the tea paused, and the tea cup rested on the table with a 'click', and said calmly: "After copying these, let's copy the 'bad morals' two hundred times." ”

Gods may do what cattle may not! She looked at him faintly, and the words swirled around her mouth but she swallowed them back, what if he got angry and asked her to copy them hundreds of times?

The following days were dark for Chonglan, Yan He was obviously attentive to her schoolwork, and adhered to the phrase 'it is better not to raise children without teaching', and found her "Duobao Pagoda Tablet" for her to copy.

In addition, every day, she was asked to copy some words and phrases similar to 'the end of the old and the old', 'the young and strong don't work hard, and the boss is sad', intending to arouse her shame, and every day she also learned the "Three Character Classic", "Kindergarten Qionglin", "Disciple Rules" and the like to help her enlighten.

After studying like this for more than a month, the big boat has already traveled to Jiangning Mansion quickly, Chonglan is looking forward to arriving at the place early every day, she is now a widower in broad daylight, Yan He is very satisfied: "Now that the emperor has opened a new women's school, and has also set up a women's imperial examination, you can also practice in a few years." ”

Chonglan lowered her head to write, and when she heard this, she couldn't help but roll her eyes, and replied: "My lord, I'm only five years old this year, and I'll only be six years old after the New Year!" ”

Yan and his jaw head: "It's six years old, and it's too late to be enlightened." ”

Chonglan pretended not to hear it, and suddenly the hull of the boat tilted, and the originally stable big ship 'bang' sounded, swaying left and right a few times, he reached out to protect her in his arms, and was about to go out to ask for details, when he saw Steward Ning hurriedly running in, and said with embarrassment: "My lord, our ship and the merchant ship of the Chong's trading house accidentally collided." ”