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"The real light song is illiterate at all." Meng Bai looked at her coldly, her lightly picked phoenix eyes lost their former soft look, and at this moment they were like a huge black deep pool, which could suck everything in the world into it. Qingge actually had a dense layer of goosebumps all over his body.

"You mean, I'm a fake?" Qingge's eyes widened, pointing to his nose, with an unbelievable expression, but he was already panicked in his heart.

No, with Mengbai's style of doing things, how could he roll up his sleeves and start helping her without distinguishing between the true and the fake, and helped her so many times again and again. I must have investigated her well before that. This will question her, isn't it a slap in the face?

Calm and calm, this body is real, and he can't find a flaw in any way. The only flaw is the soul she has crossed over. But the soul is something that can't be explained in modern society, so how can he, an ancient, prove it? Qingge tried to calm himself down.

"Whether I'm really a light song or not, you know better than me." She replied lightly, "I have some memories and I have lost some of them, and as for why this happened, I don't know." You can try to help me find the reason. ”

"Whose memories do you have?"

"Another light song." She looked out the window, in a green color, the breeze tossed the bamboo leaves wantonly, a little lonely. Although the ending of the previous life is embarrassing, after all, he has walked step by step, struggled for it, struggled, and completely belonged to his own life. Now those memories have gradually faded away from her, as if they have gone through a long time, and have become blurred.

There was silence for a while, only the rustle of bamboo leaves outside the window. After a while, Mengbai spoke: "How can I believe you?"

Qingge smiled indifferently, and restored some of the dominant demeanor in the workplace in his previous life: "You doubt, you give evidence." Since you say I'm not, prove it. If you can't prove it, then no matter what my behavior or memory is, it doesn't mean that I'm not a light song. Under the established fact that I have become the princess of Wanyang, it is impossible to deny and affirm. "It's like a slip of the tongue, and what engineering women are best at is logical debate.

She leaned back in the circle chair, lifted one leg and shook it a few times, looking like a ruffian.

Mengbai was speechless for a while, looking at this light song with a cunning in her eyes, the indecent action of shaking her legs seemed a little cute to her. He suddenly felt that the person in front of him was particularly unfamiliar, and it was not the first time he had felt like this. When she deliberately meekly curryed favor with him in order to get out of prison, when she put on bewitching makeup and planned childish revenge, he suddenly felt that there was a shining fresh soul in this thin body.

No one had ever dared to talk to him like this, and even the emperor of Qingqiu was respectful to him. No one faced his doubts but let him prove it. In fact, she said that it was not unreasonable. It is an established fact that she is a light song and a daughter of heavenly spirits. As for why such a change took place, it had nothing to do with his task, and he could completely ignore it. Today, she was deliberately dressed up delicately and movingly, and on a whim, he couldn't help but test her, watching a series of fresh words pop out of her pink lips, and his heart was like a small fish swimming by.

Hooking his lips and smiling, he said, "I'll prove it slowly."

"Good. Then it's okay, I'll go back first. ”

"Where to go? Not endorsed yet. ”

“……”

Qingge is like a balloon, trying to muster all the courage to make himself seem huge, but he was easily punctured by the silver needle of Mengbai. "You can't be serious, are you?" originally thought that apprenticeship was just a cover for him to spy on her, did he really want to teach her those books?

"Of course. Carry it. ”

"Master, you all know that I can't read, and it's hard for me."

"Let the teacher teach you." Mengbai said with a smile. It seems that the cold questioning just now is the illusion of Qingge.

"Can I ask a question?" Qingge said.

"Ask."

"Why are you teaching me these things?"

"You don't need to know yet, I'll tell you when the time comes." Mengbai looked at her with a spring in her eyes, and returned to her previous gentle appearance, waiting for her...... Go and be taught.

Qingge reluctantly squatted down beside the rocking chair, listening to him translate the obscure classical Chinese into vernacular sentence by sentence, and a vivid story was written. She was too tired to squat, too short to sit down, and after changing several positions, she simply knelt beside Mengbai's knees, hung the hair that covered her eyes behind her ears, and stared intently at the book on his lap.

Mengbai's voice suddenly stopped, as if it had been cut off.

"What's wrong?" Qingge looked up and found that Mengbai was looking at him, his expression was a little unnatural. Following his gaze, she found that she had unconsciously put her weight on Mengbai's lap, pillowed his leg with one elbow, supported her chin, and the soft curve was against the side of his warm leg. In such a ** posture, it was like the whole person was in his arms, and he raised his head half-kneeling, with a little bit of begging. She just felt a fire burn from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, and her face was as red as a shrimp.

"I'm sorry," she immediately bounced to her feet in a panic.

Mengbai cleared his throat and drank another cup of tea before continuing.

Qingge could only stand beside him and continue to listen. Look at his long black hair like a waterfall and drape softly over his shoulders. The book exuded the scent of old grass and wood, mixed with his clean scent like a freshly dried quilt in the sun, lingering in her nose. On the yellowed pages, his nearly transparent fingers slid down slowly, as if releasing words from between them. The warm and low voice in her ear told her an ancient and thrilling story.

This picture is like a seed buried in Qingge's heart. Even she herself did not know what kind of amazing power this seed would radiate in the eventful years to come. How many years later, no matter where Qingge is or what kind of situation he encounters. This scene will loom in her mind, making her grit her teeth and persevere.

Her thoughts drifted to a far away and quiet place, and when Mengbai stopped talking and looked at her, she still didn't know where to wander.

"You've disappointed your teacher so much. At this rate, it is difficult to complete it in a month. From now on, you will come here every day until you have learned everything. Mengbai said that he was disappointed, and he seemed to be in a very good mood, and there was always a hint of a smile on the corner of his mouth.