In the School of Historical Studies, a prestigious school, a row of instructors sits. On the other side of the www.biquge.info is a beautiful female student in her twenties, waiting for her teachers to guide her research results.

"Yang Yiyun, for your thesis, we can only say that you don't seem to have studied in a down-to-earth manner in the past three years. The Yongzheng in the Qing history manuscript is not what you wrote. I think, are you also like those four master fans, over-beautifying Yongzheng? A middle-aged professor with gold-rimmed glasses said gently to the female student named Yang Yiyun.

"Professor, I believe that what is described in the Qing history manuscript is not the real Yongzheng, and I believe that my thesis has done sufficient research and investigation." Yang Yiyun said firmly, but her language was too pale, and under the helpless gaze of the teachers, Yang Yiyun left the classroom with her thesis, which she failed for the third time.

Walking in the bamboo forest on campus, Yang Yiyun said to herself with a bitter smile on the corner of her mouth: "They don't believe in you like this, only I believe in it." But what is the use of believing it? Facts need proof, should I really change the subject? ”

The March sky is occasionally drizzled. So Yang Yiyun walked slowly in this drizzle. Walk through the green pines, walk across the stone bridge, walk out of the school gate, and walk on the road where people come and go. Maybe passers-by will wonder if this is a girl who has just fallen out of love. Some people may wonder if this girl has lost her wallet.

Such a drizzle is not suitable for crying. Because it can't cover the wash of tears. Therefore, everyone who walked by Yang Yiyun could see that this was a girl who was crying. But no one would ask enthusiastically, and no one would hand her a tissue. Because I don't know, because crying is a human thing. Yang Yiyun didn't know why she was crying, as if she would cry every time her paper was rejected. But today is too sad, maybe because of the rain, maybe because she really can't see hope.

In order to change her mood, Yang Yiyun felt that it was good to ask a few friends to drink and sing, so she took out her mobile phone, called a few friends to set the time and place, and left. Finally got a taxi and told the driver the location, Yang Yiyun closed her eyes and rested in the back seat, she felt very tired.

I don't know how long later, suddenly there was a sudden impact, Yang Yiyun opened her eyes and saw her body flying out of the rear window, and she was still thinking in her mind that even if the impact was too big, it was impossible for her to fly out, and she fell into darkness.

Oh my God, this hapless driver, don't bother yourself in a car accident. Yang Yiyun opened her eyes depressedly, but she could only make a babbling sound. What the? Crossed? Or tire wear! Research Report I Hate You!

In the spring of the 38th year of Kangxi, in the small garden of an official mansion in the capital, an eight-year-old girl in a milky white flag costume sat on a swing, and a light smile hung on a delicate little face. Even the little maids around her looked at her own Gege inexplicably, is there any happy event she doesn't know?

"Gege, what are you laughing at? Did you hide what bad things you did again? The little maid couldn't help but ask out out with curiosity. Her family Gege always secretly causes trouble, and often laughs stupidly, so she has to connect the two together.

"Green Lotus, what do you say. Is your family so ignorant of the rules? Xiao Gege, who was sitting on the swing, immediately deliberately reprimanded him with a straight face when he heard the maid's words.

"Gege, are you really not in trouble?" The little maid ignored Gege's deliberately angry face, and still asked worriedly. As a result, before Gege could answer, he heard an angry voice in the distance.

"Come out, Evian, and see that I don't teach you a lesson. My white horse. I'm going to let Amma judge and see if this little Gege is still my own sister. ”

As he spoke, a thirteen or fourteen boy came from a distance, his heroic face was youthful and wanton, and it could be seen that he was somewhat similar to the little grid on this swing, but this distorted expression was really not very elegant. After the boy finished speaking, he pulled down the little grid on the swing and walked towards the main hall. Completely ignoring the little maid's anxious obstruction. It's really because this young man is in too much of a hurry, and he is completely dragging this little Gege away.

When I finally came to the main hall, I saw a middle-aged man sitting on the main seat drinking tea, and the court clothes on his body had not yet had time to change. The man's face was heroic and upright, and he knew by looking at his face that he was the father of these two children.

"Amma, you judge quickly. Brother, he dragged me over, look at the dirty clothes like this, Amma, my daughter's legs hurt so much. When the girl saw her Amma drinking tea, she immediately shook off her brother's arm, and before she could say anything, tears were already covering her cheeks.

The middle-aged man immediately put down the tea bowl, hugged his daughter into his arms, and coaxed him with "heart, liver, flesh and flesh", his youthful face turned red, and he stretched out his fingers tremblingly, pointed at the girl and said:

"Amma, why have you been deceived by her again, she... She shaved Yunshang's hair, and it was me who was wronged. ”

Hearing the young man's words, the middle-aged man frowned and looked at his son. He knew that his son could not lie, but when he looked at his daughter's poor little face, he gentleened his countenance again, and said:

"Itonga, you are the elder brother, and you have to let the younger sister teach her how to brush the horses. So that she would, and she wouldn't shear the horses. He could imagine how pitiful the horse was that named Yunsheng. But looking at his daughter's tearful eyes, he really couldn't bear to blame.

"Amma, why are you so partial, no, you have to make your sister admit your mistake. Otherwise I wouldn't have forgiven her again. The boy immediately roared loudly, his expression too hurtful.

So, the middle-aged man thought about it, and then said to his daughter gently: "Evian, did you cut Yunshang's hair?" ”

"Amma, it was my daughter who cut it, but the weather is getting hotter, and I think the horses will be hot too." This little Gege, named Eviana, immediately replied seriously, without any awareness of admitting his mistake.

"Oh, but the horse's fur will be returned by itself, and you are hurting it by doing so, so you go and take care of the horse with your brother for a month, okay?" The middle-aged man continued to speak gently.

Before the little girl could answer, the boy refused. "Amma, are you punishing your sister or me? I'm the one who suffers in the end. ”

"Brother, I will study hard, you can teach me to ride a horse." When the little girl spoke of riding a horse, her eyes sparkled so brightly that the boy almost agreed at once. Luckily, he was too familiar with his sister, and every time his eyes flashed like this, nothing good would happen.

"Forget it, you'd better wait for Amma to have time to teach you." The boy immediately said with his back to the little girl. Yes, he didn't have the courage to look into the little girl's eyes and refuse. He was afraid of being struck by lightning....

"Well, Evian is right, it's time to learn how to ride a horse." The middle-aged man looked at his pair of lovely children and immediately said with a smile

。 Then he paused for a moment and said, "Did you go to see your mother and brothers today?" ”

"Amma, shall we go together now?" The little girl immediately said happily, and was about to take Amma's hand and leave the place.