Nanmen Boyu and the ministers looked at Rong Yuan with eager anticipation, Yurong gently pinched his fingers, Rong Yuan said lightly: "The minister doesn't understand," Seeing everyone's faces twisted into bitter melons, Rong Yuan smiled and said: "Lord Jingru understands."

Yurong was amused by his slightly childish behavior, and barely maintained the same faint expression as Rong Yuan's face, Nanmen Boyu looked at Yurong with a kind elder: "Jingru can understand?"

Yurong looked at Nanmen Boyu's kind smile and felt relieved, and the last trace of nervousness disappeared, she smiled: "Jingru understands a little, I want to be smiling and generous today."

Nanmen Boyu smiled heartily: "Jingru don't be modest."

Yurong knew that this was what she meant, and Nanmen Boyu arranged for the Ministry of Rites to take a pen and paper to record it in person, and Yurong talked to the envoy.

The envoy's name is Mike Johnson, what kind of prince is he in their country, in the name of the king to make friends with countries all over the world, and there is no purpose to form an alliance or exchange economic and trade exchanges, after talking for more than half an hour, Yurong understands that this Mike is a leisure public travel came, and those precious jewels are not so much to show friendship, but rather that the king is afraid that no one will entertain him, so he will be entangled in his plate.

The officials in the hall looked at Yurong with eyes full of surprise, they thought that after Rong Shizi said the word "can't", no one in the Manchu Dynasty understood, and they would definitely have to bear the wrath of the Son of Heaven, but they didn't expect Yurong to understand. Tu Weiguo rubbed half of his sleeves, and looked at Yurong with a different gaze from others.

After a conversation, Mike is still full of interest and spirit, and the Ministry of Rites is also very diligent in writing and writing, Yurong will twist his eyebrows and think for a while, and then see if the pen speed of the Ministry of Rites can keep up, smiling and talking, and his style is charming.

After talking for more than an hour, the meeting ended, and Nanmen Boyu waved his hand and ordered Sun Xijiu to set up a foreign language course in Guozijian, and Yurong was appointed as the master. Although Sun Xijiu was a traditional Confucian scholar, he also knew that this foreign language was also understood by Yurong, so he hurriedly took over the order to return to Guozijian to prepare for the opening of a new course.

As soon as he came out of the Qinzheng Palace, Rong Yuan took Yurong's hand, Yurong was obediently led by him, and couldn't help but poke Rong Yuan: "I actually want to be a master." It was indeed unexpected that Nanmen Boyu wanted to set up a foreign language in Guozijian, not to mention that the ministers were a little shocked, and she and Rong Yuan did not expect it.

Rong Yuan pulled down her restless hand and glanced at her lightly: "You can talk to that Mike very well?"

"It's okay! Hey, Rong Yuan, isn't it, you're vinegar again? Yurong laughed and came to him to look at his face, Rong Yuan was about to speak, and a disobedient cry came from behind him: "MissYu! Pleasewaitforme!”

Rong Yuan didn't want to pick up Yurong and leave, as soon as he got out of the small palace gate, he entered the carriage and left the running Mike behind mercilessly.

Yurong felt that he was very cute with such a childishness: "Rong Yuan?

Rong Yuan sat upright with his eyes closed and did not speak.

Yurong leaned in front of his face and shouted again: "Rong Yuan?" Rong Yuan still didn't speak, Yurong couldn't help laughing, leaned forward again, and stopped only an inch away from his face: "Rong Yuan Rong Yuan Rong Yuan... Rong Yuan, if you don't agree to me, I'll kiss it! ”

She didn't believe that such a naked teasing of her male god could hum indifferently.

Rong Yuanqian opened his eyes, Yurong had a cardiac arrest, only to feel that the eyelashes on those eyes were about to sweep to him, he frowned slightly, and said, "Don't bother." Don't look away.

Yurong Xingxing's eyes widened, is Rong Yuan disgusting her?! The fighting spirit surged into his heart, Yurong sat beside him, his hands hooked his slender neck, and his soft lips covered Rong Yuan's thin lips that were a little cold.

Rong Yuan's eyes were full of a successful smile, grinding and biting, Yurong's body was soft and was held by Rong Yuan's slender and powerful hands, Yurong wanted to cry without tears, she was really calculated by this black belly again!

Rong Yuan held his delicate chin in his hand, looked at Yu Rongyan's red lips, and smiled casually.

Yurong glared at him and said, "Next time you dare to calculate me, I will hide away from you," as if he was not angry, and added: "Let you not find me."

Rong Yuan's slender fingers picked up a strand of her hair and wrapped it around her fingertips, and said, "How do you know how to speak that foreign language?"

Today, Yurong is out of the limelight, and the ministers are all immersed in the joy of being freed from the dullness of the emperor, and no one thinks carefully about why Yurong, a daughter who has been picked up in the middle of the way, can talk to the envoys from afar in a language they don't understand, I'm afraid that some people will be suspicious after the next dynasty. There is an unimaginable limit to human jealousy.

A glimmer of light flashed in Rong Yuan's eyes, no matter what, he had to protect her well.

Yurong smiled lightly: "This foreign language is called English, in our place that is the twenty-first century, it is something that every student has to learn, of course, not every student can use it freely, but for a student like me, it is still a piece of cake." finally had a chance to show off in front of the stunning Rong Yuan, but she couldn't be modest at all.

"Xueba?" Rong Yuan asked with an eyebrow.

"Xueba is," Yurong thought for a while, and said, "It's someone who is better at reading, for example, you are the Xueba of Guozijian."

Rong Yuan was very useful for Yurong's compliment, nodded and said, "How many years have you been learning English?"

Yurong's eyebrows fluttered: "When I was five years old, some people said that I was a language genius!" English has to be examined, divided into level 4 and level 6, of course, there is also a professional level 8, but I didn't graduate from high school and won the certificate of level 4 or 6 and the oral certificate~"

After speaking, Yurong glanced at Rong Yuan, who was looking at her, smiled, and said, "What's wrong?" Usually Rong Yuan is not a person who would be curious about so many people.

Rong Yuan didn't sell it, and gently tapped the table with his index finger rhythmically: "How do you explain that a deep boudoir woman can speak a language that is unheard of in the Manchu Dynasty?"

Yurong only thought that she would take it for granted, but now after listening to the question thrown by Rong Yuan, she also understood that it seemed a little strange that she could speak English alone, and she also calmed down and thought about this question carefully.

For a moment, Yurong chuckled and said, "Let's play the emotional card." After all, she is now Yurong, who has been separated for many years and returned to the Jade King's Mansion, not the merry son Yu Yangzhi. Rong Yuan nodded and smiled at her.