The spring sun is particularly warm and warm, and the pear blossoms in the Xiangfu are already hanging on the branches and competing to bloom. Fang Huati, who was sitting by the pool, was reading carefully with a book in his hand, but from time to time he raised his melancholy eyes and looked at the distant sky.

He has been in Zhongshan for a year, and in this year, he has been sheltered by the Prime Minister of Shangguan, and he has been a teacher in the Prime Minister's mansion, and his life is very leisurely.

But what was the scene like for his parents and family? Will they be able to survive the tragic struggle for power? And will he be able to wait until his father is victorious and send someone to take him back to his country?

Now he has no other choice but to wait patiently in this prime minister's mansion. He believed in his father's abilities as much as he believed that he would be able to return to his own country.

The days in the Prime Minister's Mansion are not boring, and the reason for this is to talk about the quirky little girl. In order to make her read and write, it really took him a lot of pains.

The little girl is a character who can't sit still, and she always wants to run out all day long, and he has to study those boring poems and move them to the back garden of this prime minister's house.

Today he wants to teach her poetry, and the topic he chose is the pear blossoms blooming in the back garden, and he wants her to observe them carefully, and then express the feelings of the pear blossoms in his heart in poetry.

'Da Da Da Da', a little girl in a light peach-colored waist-length skirt, with two little hands holding a long skirt, ran towards her with a little smoke.

"Sir, sir, are you all here? Is Weiyang late? Before the man arrived, a voice like a nightingale had already arrived, and there was a small worry in the voice.

Looking at the beads of sweat shining on her anxious little face, Fang Hua swept away the haze of Fang Cai, smiled softly at the little girl and said, "Don't worry, you didn't come late, I arrived first." The pear blossoms are in full bloom here, so sir, I came early to enjoy the flowers. ”

Shangguan Weiyang was afraid that she would be punished if she was late, so she ran all the way, and at this time, her little heart was beating 'poof'. When she came to Fang Huati's side, she was not polite, she sat on the bench next to him, a little white hand on her chest, and kept obeying herself.

"It's okay, it's okay, it's not late, it's not late." Shangguan Weiyang put a clenched little heart back into her stomach, she didn't dare to be late, the last punishment was still fresh in her memory!

Fortunately, it's not too late, otherwise she would be punished for copying poems like last time, this gentleman seems to be kind, but he is not a good one to mess with.

Last time, because she was lazy and late, he punished her for copying the Book of Poetry ten times, a Book of Poetry, ten times! Her little arms were about to break.

He was not allowed to eat, he was not allowed to sleep, and he was also canceled for ten days of martial arts classes. You must know that all the efforts she made were to practice martial arts with him, otherwise why would she endure the pain and sit here listening to his nagging?

Fang Hua tirely glanced sideways at her little pink face, facing the rising sun, and inlaid the fine fluff on her face with a layer of pale golden light, the pink and tender was almost like a small peach, he wanted to take a bite, it seemed that a bite could flow sweet juice.

Shangguan Weiyang stabilized his mind, raised his head and stared at her eyes at Hua Ti above, that look made her feel crazy, wasn't she late? Why did the gentleman look at her so viciously?

Shangguan Weiyang opened a pair of clear eyes and asked cautiously: "Mr. said just now that Weiyang didn't come late, right?" ”

Fang Hua tired of putting away his bad thoughts, and said coldly with a busy face: "You didn't come late, but, didn't Mr. hand you etiquette?" Where can you sit in front of Mr.? ”

As soon as Shangguan Weiyang heard that he had done something wrong again, and was afraid that he would be punished for copying books again, he jumped up from the bench in a panic, stretched the Luo skirt on his body and bowed to Fang Hua tiredly: "The disciple knows that he is wrong, please don't blame Mr. ”

Hmph, it's a lot better to be punished once. Fang Hua smiled slightly.

The tall body moved in front of Shangguan Weiyang, lowered his head and gave her a strong oppression, and said sharply: "I will spare you for the time being, and if you are disrespectful to Mr. again, you will definitely be punished heavily, can you remember?" ”

What is fierce, when I learn martial arts, see how fierce you are? But for now, she still endured it, who told her to ask him!

Lowering his eyes, Shangguan Weiyang nodded heavily like a docile little lamb, and said sincerely: "The disciple will definitely keep Mr.'s teachings in mind, please rest assured." ”

Standing up straight, looking at the sincerity of the little girl's face, Fang Hua nodded with satisfaction. shook off the robe, turned around and walked in the direction of the pear garden, and said as he walked: "Come with me, today's topic is this pear blossom, you have to be mentally prepared!" ”

Pear blossoms! She is familiar with pear blossoms, and she loves this pear blossom the most since she was a child. Shangguan Weiyang was snickering with joy, and at the same time jumped up and down behind Fang Huati, and came to this pear garden that was as white as a cloud.

The gentle morning breeze brought the fragrance and sweetness in the pear garden far away, looking at the white pear blossoms on the slope from afar, like a tumbling cloud, wafting out bursts of fragrant fragrance, blowing Shangguan Weiyang's little face, which also made her mood extraordinarily happy.

With a trot, he jumped over Fang Hua's tall body, and Shangguan Weiyang plunged into this sea of flowers, like a small peach-colored pink butterfly, happily fluttering in the forest.

"Sir, come on, it's raining petals, come on, I can catch it, look!" Shangguan Weiyang's petite figure shuttled lightly among the white flowers, a pair of small hands kept grabbing the falling white jade petals, and the cheerful laughter filled the whole sky.

She is really a carefree child, a gust of morning breeze, a pear blossom, and a few cherry blossoms can make her so happy, which is really enviable!

Eighteen-year-old Fang Huati has lived in court battles since he was a child, always living cautiously, and if he is not careful, he will fall into the abyss of no return. He never dared to reveal his sincerity too much, but even so, he was conspired against, and he had to come to this foreign land thousands of miles away to avoid the damage caused by the enemy.

Now he doesn't know what simple happiness is!

A faint sadness hung on Fang Huati's young handsome face, and just as he sighed helplessly, the figure of the little girl came to him.

I saw her smile wickedly at him, a pair of small hands raised upward, and suddenly scattered all the petals hidden in her hands on Fang Huati's body, and the white petals that fell one after another were raised by the morning breeze, and fell on his bun, forehead, cheeks, and lips.

Raising a pair of bright eyes like bright stars, staring at the petite figure in front of him with a complicated expression, Fang Hua couldn't help but stretch out a slender hand and catch the petals that fluttered down, pure as snow, petite and delicate.

It feels cool, soft, fragrant, sweet.

Fang Hua couldn't help but tug at his soft lips, and his big hand slowly clenched, holding the small pear petals tightly in his palm.

I really wanted to hold it like this, but I was afraid that the force would shatter her, so I loosened the force in my hand and just took care of it carefully.

Looking at the petite figure in the pear blossom rain, like a little butterfly constantly flying, Fang Hua tired of feeling the joy she bringed, and his heart that was imprisoned by chains also seemed to be infected by her free and unrestrained, as if blowing into a gust of spring breeze, blowing away the haze in his heart.

Little butterfly, you are my little butterfly, just mine, can only be mine!

Looking at the cheerful petite figure in front of him, Fang Huati's handsome eyes showed a touch of imperceptible pampering and affection.

After running round and round in the pear blossom forest, Shangguan Weiyang ran out of sweat, and she was a little tired of the game of reaching out to grab the pear blossom. So he jumped up and down to Fang Huati's side, raised a red little face, and asked Fang Huati: "Sir, can you compete with me to break flower branches?" You won't be able to win against me! ”

Folded branches? What kind of competition is this? Fang Hua was confused when he heard this, and then realized that he couldn't let the little girl lead the way down, so he put away the love in his heart, shook his head resolutely, and said with a cold face: "Have you forgotten the original purpose of our coming here?" We're here for class. ”

After hearing the word 'class', Shangguan Weiyang's little face full of excitement suddenly wilted like a frosted eggplant, and said stupidly: "Okay! But if the class is over, can the gentleman compete with me? ”

In order to let her concentrate on class, although Fang Huati was not interested in her game, she still nodded slightly, and then said, "Yes, but you must meet my requirements first!" If you don't meet the requirements, don't talk about it! ”

As soon as Shangguan Weiyang heard this, he lowered his little face, and his long eyelashes flickered and thought about it. Meet his requirements? But what is his request? It's like the strange request of 'the words should be the same as what he wrote' last time, but what should I do? Thinking of this, Shangguan Weiyang frowned, a little worried.

Lowering his eyes and glancing at the little man in front of him, wrinkling a little bitter gourd face, Fang Hua couldn't help but curl his lips slightly.

If you want him to play with her, you can! But first, you have to show your skills!

Seeing that her little face was flushed, and her little cheeks were bulging, Fang Hua waited with a smile in her tired eyes, and after a while, she finally raised her head and asked, "Dare to ask what Mr. is asking for?" ”

Seeing that the little girl raised a question, Fang Hua was secretly happy, and then said with a straight face: "My request is very simple, that is, to make a poem with this pear blossom as the theme, a stick of incense, and I will play with you after I finish it." ”

A stick of incense? A poem? Didn't that kill her?

As soon as these words came out, I saw the sadness on Shangguan Weiyang's little face, which became even more intense.

Isn't that a bit too much? Looking at the little girl's wilting little face twisted like a little bun, Fang Huati began to introspect.

The little girl has just learned a few poems by herself, and now she is letting her create her own poems, which is inevitably a little embarrassing for her, but his words have already been said, so they can't be changed, otherwise where will he put the majesty of this gentleman?

"Ahem, cough, let's do it, I'll do it with you, you make a song and I'll make a song, how about it?" In order to keep her going, Fang Huati finally made concessions.

It seems that today's homework is this poem, she can't hide if she wants to, and now it is better to have a husband to suffer with her than to stay alone. So Shangguan Weiguan raised his little face, although it still looked like a bun, but in the end he nodded.

Instructed the subordinates to put the table on the table, take the pen, ink, paper and inkstone, in this pear garden, a man and a woman, a big and a small, a tall and a low two figures, standing in this breeze and delicate, falling cherry blossoms in the pear blossom forest, but it is such a harmonious and beautiful painting silk.

The man is tall and slender, elegant and handsome, and the woman is petite and delicate, delicate and playful.

Seeing that the incense burning in the purple gold incense burner in front of him was about to burn out, the big paper in front of Shangguan Weiyang was still clean, and he turned his face sideways to look at the gentleman beside him, only to see that he was slightly curling the corners of his lips, looking at her with malicious intentions, and the paper in front of him was already full of words.

Shangguan Weiyang suddenly became anxious, a small hand slammed his head, and he was sassy hard, his hair bun was in turmoil, and he still didn't have half a point of inspiration.

Seeing that the incense burning in front of him was about to burn to the end, the evil smile in the gentleman's eyes became even stronger. Shangguan Weiyang said in his heart that it was not good, and Mr. was afraid that he would have to punish himself again.

Isn't it just a poem? Whatever, just write!

At the same time as the incense was extinguished, Shangguan Weiyang finished writing the last word, slowly put down the bamboo pen in his hand, and smiled proudly at the gentleman next to him.

Want to see her jokes? How can it be so easy, sir, you miscalculated!

Seeing the little girl raise a proud little face and smile at him, Fang Huati suddenly put away the evil smile on his face, and secretly said in his heart: The little girl can, in such a short time, she actually finished writing. It seems that I am going to accompany her to play a game of folding flowers and branches!

Just as Fang Hua was tired of moving over and wanted to check Shangguan Weiyang's homework, the little girl suddenly ran over first, stretched out a pair of small hands and picked up the rice paper on the case.

"What Mr. wrote, Weiyang wants to see, Weiyang wants to see."

Seeing that her little arms were trying to open, she couldn't open all the big paper, so Fang Huati had no choice but to move forward, stretch out her hands, wrap her small body in the middle, and help her lift the page full of poems.

"Hairpin head phoenix, pear blossom" and "green mountains gather, fertile soil" Shangguan Weiyang stammered and read, but what should she do if she didn't know that strange word?

"Fertile soil." Seeing the entanglement on her face, Fang Hua hurriedly began to teach.

"Oh, what is the pear blossom rain in the embroidery bush?" Why don't you know so many words? It's sad! Shangguan Weiyang's little face was already red.

Seeing that the little girl was sweating, Fang Hua shook her head helplessly, and said kindly: "Come, I'll teach you to read." The green mountains gather, the fertile soil is yu, the pear blossom rain in the splendid bushes, the red dust is far away, the hustle and bustle goes, the fragrance is not stained, and the fragrance is full of souls. Seek, seek, seek. Qiu Zhi Exhibition, warm breeze Xu, Qingqing held out the group of jade. Rui is shy, calyx like words, the beauty hangs her head, and tells her heart. Fun, fun, fun! The meaning of this word is ah"

Nestled in his arms, close enough to count his long eyelashes, he exhaled like an orchid, and his breath was refreshing and gentle. Shangguan Weiyang secretly raised his eyes and glanced at his incomparably handsome face, only to see that he was carefully teaching her, and his attentive appearance made her little heart beat 'thump'.

Shangguan Weiyang kept wailing in his heart, sir, you are so close to me, how can I concentrate on listening to your lecture? Are you intentional? You're trying to disturb me, aren't you?

Fang Huati explained the whole poem to her seriously, and explained the artistic conception in the words to her clearly, but seeing that she was silent, he asked softly: "Weiyang, do you have any other questions?" ”

Yes? She had so many questions that she didn't listen to a word! But he couldn't let him know about his distraction just now, otherwise he would definitely punish himself again.