Shen Moyi was preparing for class.

She thought about it, in terms of literature...... I estimate that even if she shoots a horse, she can't catch up with Ye Ying's level, so she still doesn't have an axe in this regard, but in other aspects, she feels that she can still be a little nervous.

Especially mathematics. I don't know if Ye Ying herself has no mathematical cells, or if she is pretending to be stupid for the sake of her master's face, in mathematics, Ye Ying can only calculate that one plus one equals two.

Shen Moyi finally found the dignity of his master, and taught Ye Ying very strictly: As the future owner of the Tibetan Sword Villa, what should I do if I am so poor at mathematics in the future? For example, if you sell a weapon, it is obviously 100,000 taels for sale, but he only gives you 10,000 taels?

At that time, Ye Ying actually wanted to complain. 100,000 and 10,000, even a fool can see that the difference is too big, he won't fail to see it. But seeing Shen Moyi's serious expression, he couldn't say it anymore.

His master, in some ways, is really innocent and cute.

So Ye Ying's words went around half a circle in his throat, and he came out: "The master is right." ”

Shen Moyi felt that his face had increased greatly, so he found a copy of "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic" from the study, and was ready to study the progress of mathematics in this era, so that he could teach Ye Ying.

However, the preliminary preparation work was more cumbersome, and when Ye Ying knocked on the door, she had just prepared the banknote and turned the first page.

Since someone knocked on the door, Shen Moyi also put the things down and went to open the door, only to see Xiao Yeying holding a delicate short sword, standing outside the door with an expressionless face but red ears.

Shen Moyi was stunned: "What is Ying'er looking for me?" ”

Ye Ying didn't speak, only raised the thing in his hand a little higher and sent it to Shen Moyi's eyes.

I said before that Ye Ying is shorter than his peers, and Shen Moyi is not a petite person, there is still a little height difference between the two, so Ye Ying will act like this, but Shen Moyi is so cute, looking at Ye Ying, I can't help but want to pinch the little guy's face.

Of course, in the end, she still held back the Qilin arm, stretched out her hand to the short sword that Ye Ying raised, and picked it up to look at it.

She didn't know much about swords, but just from the outside, this sword was already very extraordinary, and when she pulled it out, there was still a glimmer on the blade, very similar to the orange martial arts she had seen when she was playing games.

But that thing is really too far away, the price is extremely high, before Shen Baizhou entered Xishan Residence, she even had to make up for the medical expenses, and she had only seen this thing and never owned it, so no matter how much she thought about it, she didn't expect that this was the first orange martial art made by Ye Ying, so she gave it to her.

Shen Moyi liked it very much, tossed and turned and played for a while, then put the sword into the scabbard, returned it to Ye Ying, and said, "Come in and sit." What is this, the newly forged sword of your lodge for me to see? Why didn't you cut it. "Although the sword is exquisite, it is not sharpened, it is blunt, and it cannot hurt anyone.

Ye Ying followed her into the room, put the sword on the table, pursed her lips, and was a little uncomfortable with Shen Moyi's sentence "Your Villa", but she didn't know what to say to refute.

Shen Moyi saw that he didn't answer, and asked, "Ying'er?" ”

Ye Yingdao: "The master said before that he wanted a short sword to eat, so Ying'er found this short sword, and the master didn't have to be afraid of being injured when eating." ”

Shen Moyi was stunned for a moment. She really didn't expect that Ye Ying not only remembered her casual words, but also took them to heart, and made a special trip to find her a short sword.

The little guy's ironing made Shen Moyi's heart warm, and he couldn't help but raise his hand to rub Ye Ying's hair and kiss his face again.

In addition to Ye Ying learning to walk when he was a child, his mother kissed him so much, when has he been treated so affectionately? Not to mention that his father was locked up if he was fine, and when he was strict, he asked the family law to beat him. At the moment, the whole person was like a crab in boiling water, from the hair to the heels, Shen Moyi touched it, and it was still very hot.

Shen Moyi smiled and said, "Thank you Ying'er, it's so kind." Actually, I just said it casually at the time, and you really took it to heart. ”

Ye Ying's tongue also seemed to be burned, and he opened his mouth several times before he could be regarded as smooth: "Master is polite." ”

Shen Moyi always felt that Ye Ying's speech was a little too old-fashioned, and now it was even more obvious. She patted him on the head: "A child should look like a child, a serious day a day, I don't know, I still think you are old and decrepit." ”

Ye Ying bowed her head and said, "The master is right. ”

Shen Moyi: "......" is right but doesn't change, it's better not to say it, this kid is really more old-fashioned than adults in some aspects, Shen Moyi thought of this and asked casually, "Speaking of which, I haven't asked yet, how old is Ying'er this year?" ”

Although Ye Ying wondered how Shen Moyi jumped so fast, she still answered honestly: "It's thirteen, and it's fourteen after the end of the year." ”

Shen Moyi: "...... Belch! I thought you were ten years old at most. ”

Ye Ying said: "...... No, Master, I'm thirteen. In the end, he was still a little childish, and he couldn't help but refute when he heard the words.

Shen Moyi's face was stern: "I said that you are ten years old or too much...... You look like you're seven or eight years old, and you're all malnourished. Honestly, Ying'er, won't your father let you eat? ”

Ye Ying was silent. Although Ye Mengqiu really often confined him and didn't give him food...... But the son doesn't say anything about the father, so there is no need to say this to Shen Moyi. He didn't want to leave a bad impression on his master that he would sue him, and of course he didn't realize that if he handled it well, it could be called coquettishness.

The young owner who has lived for thirteen years and has never been coquettish is also a little bitter today.

Shen Moyi saw that he didn't speak, but he just acquiesced, hating iron and not steel: "During the growth period, the amount of food is large, you should eat more, otherwise it will be the appearance of this little radish head." I see that your younger brother Ye Hui is older than you, and I believe him when he says he is fifteen or sixteen. ”

Ye Ying's eyes were a little gloomy. Ye Hui also spoke highly of Ye Mengqiu, because every time he taught him swordsmanship, he learned faster than Ye Ying, and Ye Ying wanted to explain that he didn't know how to learn this swordsmanship, but he didn't know how to say it, so Ye Mengqiu compared Ye Hui with him more and more.

It's just that he didn't expect that Shen Moyi would too.

Shen Moyi was still looking back at Ye Hui and didn't pay much attention to him: "But seriously, your brother looks too rough...... It is estimated that he will grow into a reckless man in the future. You're different, you're a little too delicate, tsk, I'm really afraid that the girl who will ask for marriage in the future will be able to break through the threshold of your family. ”

Ye Ying hadn't been frustrated for long before she was blushed by Shen Moyi's words: "Master...... Don't talk nonsense. ”

Shen Moyi smiled and pinched his face: "Shyness is so serious, you will have to talk a lot in the future to match your little stuffy gourd!" ”

Ye Ying had a vague vision in his heart, but he was still too small, so small that he didn't understand what these throbbing represented, he just glanced at Shen Moyi and didn't speak.

Shen Moyi was a child and arrogant, so he didn't say anything, just stretched: "Ah, it's time for dinner." Let's go, the master is looking at you today, and he can't finish three bowls of rice and won't let you get off the table. ”