Chonglan's face couldn't help but tighten, although she knew the meaning of this poem, but if Liu Yuan asked closely, she was afraid that she wouldn't be able to say anything, not to mention that Yan He was still there, in case he accidentally told the truth, then it would be a lot of fun today.

At this point, she didn't have a good impression of this Liu Yuan, only disgusted. She frowned slightly, vaguely impatient: "I am not Miss Liu's master, and I have no obligation to teach you." I'm afraid that the girl has some thoughts about it, but when you don't understand Li Du's poems, can you still dig the two out of the tomb? ”

What she said was extremely polite, but Liu Yuan was abrupt first, and no one thought she spoke ugly, so she just said: "It's not too early, we should go back, if Miss Liu is interested, you might as well discuss with Mrs. Yan in private." ”

Liu Yuan's current mentality is like a red-eyed gambler, obviously he has lost a game, but he can't help but desperately get the game back.

She tried her best to hold a tall and elegant shelf on her face, watching Yan He get closer and closer, and ignored the person who played the round, and said to Chong Lan: "Since this poem was written by the young lady, why is the young lady so shirking and refusing to understand?" ”

She glanced at Yan He again, half-covered her face with the Xiangfei bamboo fan, and gently raised her slender eyebrows: "Could it be that this poem was not written by the young lady at all, but by Governor Yan?" ”

Yan He had already approached at this time, and there were a few male guests invited by He Fu next to him, who also came to pick up the female dependents of the family.

Yan He lowered his eyes and said, "What am I ghostwriting?" ”

Liu Yuan turned around and saluted as if she was careless, but her gestures were indescribably elegant. She opened her mouth first in Chonglan: "Mining the golden thorn, Yingying white jade." Lulan drank enough, consciously lung and liver fragrance. It's a poem I just heard today, I wonder if Governor Yan feels familiar? ”

She didn't believe that Chonglan could make such a good poem, thinking about it, she could only be inadvertently seen by Yan He after composing the poem, as long as Yan He opened his mouth to admit that the poem was made by him, then Chonglan's reputation would be ruined.

She almost guessed the truth, Chonglan's heart jumped, she couldn't say anything now, Yan He didn't know what was going on, if she really told the truth, it would really be a joke in vain.

Yan He stood by the pillars of the verandah, and the corners of his robe were blown up by the wind. He stretched out his hand and casually turned the ring on his thumb, turned to Chonglan and said, "Have you read this poem to them?" ”

He was born extremely graceful, and such an idle posture showed the appearance of a lazy and amorous beauty, and many of the ladies present who were already children couldn't stop their hearts and livers.

Chonglan didn't want to give him a look, so he had to nod with bated breath, praying in his heart that the two of them would have a good heart.

Liu Yuan became more and more proud, but pursed the corners of her lips and looked at Yan He with some sorrow.

Yan He didn't look at her much, reached out and pulled Chonglan over, and lightly touched her forehead, his expression was indifferent, but his voice was extremely doting: "Didn't you say it?" Your poems are not allowed to be shown to outsiders except me. ”

Chonglan was slightly stunned, seeing the banter in his eyes, he reacted very quickly and lowered his head to make a shy appearance, and said softly: "Sister Liu asked me to compose a poem to help the wine, I really can't shirk it, so I took it out to offer ugliness." ”

Liu Yuan looked at the hands of the two of them holding hands intimately, and the sourness in her heart couldn't help but come out, and after listening to what she said, it was like being slapped in front of her, and her face was on fire. Spicy.

Several noble ladies walked in front of everyone and looked at Liu Yuan with disdain. What does it matter if this poem is written by Chonglan or not? As long as Yan He is devoted to her, no one here dares to underestimate her. And Liu Yuan is like this, no matter how good the poems are, in the eyes of everyone, they are just amusing and boring.

Princess Cheng'an lazily fell into the well: "It's also that Miss Liu is not sensible, she often likes to recite poems in front of people, so she thinks that others are like her, and they like the name of this talented woman." ”

In the tone of a virtuous elder, she said to Liu Yuan earnestly: "Miss Liu still suspects that this poem was not made by Young Lady Yan, but now it sounds the truth, right?" It's good that you're young and confident, but don't be too blind, you have to know that there are mountains beyond the mountains. ”

She was a confidant elder, and she was the respect of the princess, and she didn't dare to refute a few words when she said a few words, so she could only blush, curtsy and said, "What the princess said is that it's all mine." After speaking, the corners of her eyes were already red, but she couldn't hold back her tears.

Seeing the awkward atmosphere, several older ladies kindly joked with Yan He and Chonglan: "It is said that the governor and his wife are a rare intimate couple, and I only know what honey oil means when I see them today." It's also our fault, and we really shouldn't listen to the poems you wrote for the pleasure of the boudoir. ”

Many people stepped forward to make fun, but left Liu Yuan far behind, making her face start to blush again.

Chonglan pretended to be shy, blushing and letting them joke, and whispering from time to time, "Where, where." Then he refused to speak again.

Chonglan glanced at Liu Yuan quietly, and saw her standing alone, which reminded her of the starry and moon-like posture when Liu Yuan came in, which was really a bit ironic in comparison.

Liu Yuan seemed to feel something, and also raised her eyes to look at her, her lips trembled, and her eyes were full of cold disgust.

Chonglan retracted her gaze, and at this time, the words of several ladies were almost finished, she simply turned around with Yan He to say goodbye, and only then did she stick out her tongue and pat her chest when she got out of the gate of the He family's courtyard: "It's so dangerous, it's good that you are clever, otherwise I would be really embarrassed today." ”

Yan He snorted: "You are also a second-class woman, but you can't read big characters, who would dare to laugh at you to your face." ”

Chonglan scolded him: "This is the reason, but what if the reputation of being illiterate spreads well?" ”

He tucked his lips and lowered his eyes to glance at her: "What you did today is also inappropriate." ”

Chonglan said embarrassedly: "Yes, I shouldn't use your poems to fill up the numbers in order to compete for a momentary spirit." ”

He raised an eyebrow: "That's not what I'm talking about. ”

She was stunned for a moment, and said tentatively: "Is that why I shouldn't be like Miss Liu, making a fuss in front of everyone?" ”

He glanced at her: "Naturally, it's not." He stretched out his hand and tapped Chonglan's forehead vigorously: "It's because you usually don't care about learning poetry, but now you're suffering, right?" Go back and copy "Pairs", "Rhyme Poetry" and "Rhymes" 20 times. ”

Chonglan's face was full of gloom and mist, and he wailed and was taken back to the other courtyard.

Unexpectedly, as soon as she entered the door, He Lanlan was protected by the nurse, walking on two small short legs, and ran over, holding the flowers that had just come down from the mountain, and said loudly: "Aunt Chong, auntie." ”

Chonglan was afraid that she would fall, so she hurriedly took a few steps forward and hugged her, took out a handkerchief to help her wipe the sweat on her forehead, and said angrily: "What are you doing in such a hurry, I won't run again." ”

Yan He originally wanted to leave He Lanlan in the mansion and send someone to take care of her, but Chonglan thought of the terrible family in Qi Guofu, so he really didn't worry about keeping He Lanlan alone, so he simply brought her over.

He Lanlan held the flower in her hand and pinned it to her sideburns: "For Auntie." ”

Chonglan kissed her little face like water tofu: "Lan Lan is so good." When she saw that she still had one in her hand, she deliberately asked, "What about the other one?" ”

He Lanlan was stunned and slowly stretched out her hand: "This one is for Uncle Yan." "Children are actually the most sensitive, Yan and ordinary old people have a cold face to her, although she is grateful, but she is really not close to Yan He.

Chonglan stepped on Yan He quietly, he glanced at He Lanlan, thinking that when she was still Chonglan, his face eased a little, and he reached out to take the flower: "Thank you." ”

He Lanlan laughed happily at this time, Chonglan saw that she had ash on her body, reached out to help her pat, frowned and asked He Lanlan's nurse, "How did you get it?" ”

He Lanlan's nurse said with an embarrassed face: "The little lady just wanted to go out of the house to climb the mountain, I didn't dare to let her go, so I coaxed her to take her out for a turn, I don't know where a medium-sized wild dog ran out, I was so scared that I wanted to take the little lady to run back, but I didn't expect the little lady to rush up instead..."

Chonglan thought that this was an excuse that the people below were not looking for, so she glanced at her suspiciously, lowered her head and asked He Lanlan: "Is what the nurse said right?" ”

He Lanlan puffed up her little chest with a smug face: "Yes, I'm amazing." ”

The nurse said with embarrassment: "Before the slave could react, the little lady knocked the wild dog to the ground." ”

Chonglan: "......" She thought about He Lanlan's appearance of bullying Yan Xiaopang in the mansion, and she didn't feel surprised.

He Lanlan looked up with a look of begging for praise, Chonglan had no choice but to praise her with a few words of conscience, and when she returned to the main hall, she turned her face and said to Yan He: "What can I do with this child like this?" ”

Yan He put the little flower in the vase and said casually: "What's wrong with this, no one will dare to offend her in the future." ”

Chonglan snorted: "No one dares to marry her." ”

Yan He leaned back in his chair and glanced at her lazily: "How old is she this year?" ”

Chonglan was stunned: "It's six years old, what's wrong?" ”

Yan He said: "There are at least seven or eight years left before getting married, what are you anxious about?" ”

Chonglan thought he had no vision, and waved his hand hesitantly: "I have to get her temperament back in the past few years, and strive to learn to be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and there will be a lot of good men waiting to marry in the future." ”

Yan He sneered: "Dare to ask how many things you are proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, aren't you still married back by me?" ”

Chonglan raised her eyebrows: "You regret it, do you want me to buy a talented girl who can play piano, chess, calligraphy and painting for you?" ”

Women sometimes have no reason at all, Yan He silently recited this word several times in his heart, and said indifferently: "Speaking of this, you haven't learned your homework today." He stretched out his hand to her: "Let's go, it's not far from next year's spring." ”

Yan He had more books in the courtyard than in the courtyard, and all kinds of books taught by Xi Chonglan could be found in his study, so she followed him into the study, took the books directly from the shelf, and sat under him waiting to listen to the lecture.

When he lectured, his voice was tepid, and he could dredge the key in a few words, and Chonglan listened to it in a daze, so he suddenly asked: "The character of the object is then known, the knowledge is followed by sincerity, the city is followed by the heart, the heart is correct and then the body is cultivated, the body is cultivated and then the family, the family is united and then the country is governed, and the country is governed and then the world is peaceful." Tell me about the meaning of this sentence. ”

Chonglan was stunned for a moment, and hesitated: "It seems that I haven't learned this sentence yet, right?" ”

Yan He glanced at her indifferently: "Even if you don't learn, can't you study in advance?" Can't I tell every word? ”

Chonglan listened to his tone seriously, but he didn't notice that he was deliberately making things difficult, and thought that he had really done something wrong, so he sighed and said, "What you said is that it seems that I will have to review in advance every day in the future." ”

The corners of Yan He's lips raised, although he looked at her lightly: "Then you can copy this sentence five hundred times first." ”

Chonglan was taken aback, thinking that he still had to copy the three pairs ten times, and folded his hands and begged for mercy: "This is too much, I don't have to do anything this month, I can only copy this." ”

Yan He slowly straightened up from the rose chair, leaned down and looked at her again: "Are you bargaining?" ”

Chonglan smiled and said, "I have to check the accounts tomorrow." ”

He got closer: "Bargain... It's not impossible. See what you get in exchange. ”

Chonglan had a bad premonition in her heart, and looked at him with a strange expression: "What do you want?" ”

His slender fingers rubbed her neck and slid down the placket: "Two hundred times less than one hundred times." ”

Chonglan felt that he had bad intentions, but he frowned and puzzled: "What two hundred." ”

He looked at her with a smirk, his eyes full of ambiguity, and his hand slipped irregularly into her coat and whispered a few words in her ear.

Chonglan realized this, but he didn't expect him to say such a meaty thing, and pointed at him with a red face: "You, you, you..."

He took her fingers, put them on his lips and kissed them gently: "Five hundred times, a thousand times, how about it?" ”

Chonglan smacked him hard: "Is there a teacher like you!" ”

He sighed: "You just treat me as a pretend." ”

He was shamelessly blatant, and he couldn't speak angrily, he pushed him with one hand, and only after a while did he blush and ask for mercy: "No, I can't stand it, you are willing to want my life." She now deeply suspected that Yan He had agreed to teach her homework for that purpose.

He frowned and thought about it, as if he didn't know what to think, his face was rarely red, but there was a bit of fascination in his eyes, and his fingers still lingered on her soft snow mounds: "It doesn't have to be like that... This is also possible. ”

It seems that he has been watching the messy spring a lot these days. In the palace meat scene, Chonglan slapped away his hand that was making a mistake on his chest: "You are more serious, watch less messy." ”

"You're just making things difficult." She blushed and gritted her teeth: "Anyway, I can't finish copying, you can do whatever you like." ”

He sighed, his expression instantly faded, and he got up with his hands and said: "I have my own rules here, since you can't complete the punishment, you won't have to go to class tomorrow, when will you finish copying." ”

The speed of this change of face is staggering, Chonglan is now sure that he agreed to teach her at the beginning, just to please the sweetness at this time, she is now like an unlucky student who has been bullied by Mr. Villain, and it is simply called ineffective every day.

Her blood surged to her face, and she didn't know whether she was angry or ashamed: "You, you... Are you ashamed?! ”

He narrowed his eyes: "Huh? The two thin white hands overlapped and stunned their chins, and said indifferently: "As a student, I don't know how to respect teachers, add it a hundred times." ”

Chonglan's eyes were dark, he couldn't stand his face of bullying men and women, he didn't want to talk to him, he looked at her for a long time, and said with a slight smile: "I won't force you, you can think about it and then talk back." ”

Chonglan beat his chest with regret, and after dinner in the evening, he saw him leaning on the bed curtain, his eyes staring at her for a moment.

She thought of the spring festival that had only a few months left, sighed resignedly, and sat beside him and asked, "What do you say?" ”

The corners of his pale lips hooked slightly: "I never break my word to you." ”

She glanced at him indignantly, took the initiative to kiss him, Yan He was slightly stunned, and then hugged her waist and pulled down the bed curtain to cover the wind on the bed. Month.

A faint voice came out of the curtain: "You're counting?" ”

Then the coquettish female voice came out: "I don't... Hmm..."

Mama Xu, who was guarding outside, heard a vague and ambiguous sound, and then a strange counting voice came out, "Three hundred and ninety-one, three hundred and ninety-two, three hundred and ninety-three..."

Mama Xu is old, although she doesn't know what the two of them are doing, she can guess that it is the boudoir fun that the two of them have newly come up with, and she is busy standing in the distance with Qingge and Liuying.

The creaking of the walking bed did not stop for a long time, but Chonglan really couldn't stand the tart, and thought of the method taught by Mama Xu in a drowsy state, and tightened his inner twist for a while, and hooked his neck to try his best to respond.

Sure enough, his body stiffened, and he bit her lip hard, and couldn't help but be a little faster. Chonglan thought that this was the end, but she didn't expect him to whisper in her ear: "There are still three hundred and nineteen strokes left." "And then again...

Chonglan woke up in the morning with back pain, to say that Mama Xu's method is not useless, but Yan He recovered too quickly... It's so painful to think about.

She was overworked when she got up last night, she was dizzy, and she slowed down for a while before getting out of bed, and then glared at the people around her, gritting her teeth and saying, "You must have exceeded last night... How should this account be calculated? ”

He tilted his head and thought about it, a few strands of fine green silk fell, and said with a slight smile: "Madame is welcome to ask for it back at any time." ”

Chonglan scolded a few words in Jiangning dialect in her heart, giving full play to the true character of a businessman: "These are extra...", her face flushed: "It will be counted in the future punishment." ”

Anyway, it's not up to him to punish him for a few times, Yan He smiled and responded, which made her suspicious.

He dragged her out for breakfast, and saw Qingyun hurriedly walking in with her skirt, and when she saw that both of them were there, she bowed down and saluted with embarrassment: "Young lady, the government has just sent someone to indicate that he wants to see you." ”