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"It's hard to put into words, please. Pen %Fun %Pavilion www.biquge.info" pushed open the two bamboo doors, and Mengbai led her in. Today, he is always a little different, but what is different, I can't say what light songs are.

When you step into the house, the floor under your feet is also paved with bamboo strips, which is flexible, and every step will make a low squeaky sound, which is very funny.

Qingge greedily looked at this mysterious place. This fan-like person lives in such a simple and elegant place. There are no superfluous decorations, and the not very spacious room is separated by a bamboo screen, with a bedroom on one side and a study on the other. In the study, there are only a few pieces of furniture, a table, a bamboo rocking chair, and a rattan circle chair, all with an old pale green. The few daily necessities are all the simplest porcelain whites - tea sets, bed curtains, window screens, without any colors.

Qingge looked at his back silently, such an elegant room was really incompatible with his peach blossom demon-like coquettish temperament.

Her gaze touched the other side of the bamboo screen, and her eyes lingered uncontrollably between the half-covered and half-exposed bed curtains. Imagine what this person who walked out of the fog would look like when he fell asleep on that bamboo couch. The more unfathomable he is, the more he can arouse Qingge's curiosity - to peek into the softest and most fragile side of his life.

A gust of wind blew, the gauze tent and bed curtain by the window were like graceful dancers hearing the wind, and there was a rustling sound of bamboo leaves rubbing outside the window, and there was a faint fragrance of fresh bamboo leaves.

"You're good at it." But after a few glances, Qingge has already liked this place. Who would have thought that there would be such a tranquil and natural place in the luxurious harem.

Mengbai was already lying on the bamboo rocking chair by the window, pouring himself a cup of tea on the small round table on the side, looking at Qingge lazily, and said, "Kneel."

“…… What the? You're not kidding? Qingge's face was black.

I finally understood how different he was from usual. In the past, Mengbai always treated her as a princess, with a humble posture, either a cowardly appearance, or like a spider spirit, she always spit silk at her, ****.

And today, he abandoned those pretentious gestures, and was naturally free and easy, but a little bit of the demeanor she had when she first met him. That's probably what he really looks like.

Anyway, she is still a dignified princess, although he is not a layman, he has extraordinary ability, and he can do things that the emperor can't do, but this time he made her kneel, does he have a special habit?

Seeing that Qingge didn't move, he was not in a hurry, squinted his eyes and leaned back lazily, and was about to fall asleep on the soft pillow, and added: "Don't forget the agreement between you and me." ”

In a word, if you don't leave, you will come to Mengbai's place to listen to the dispatch.

She gritted her teeth and knelt on her knees, and the bamboo branch floor under her feet creaked.

Mengbai heard the noise, closed his eyes, and smiled like a fox who had only succeeded. "Well, I'll take you as an apprentice."

Qingge's eyes were round: "What apprentice?" There were three black lines on his face in an instant, "You are cheating." ”

Meng Bai straightened up, and the white jade hand rubbed the handrail that was already as smooth as water, and said proudly: "Soldiers are not tired of cheating."

The apprentice of Dream White? In fact, there is no need to use this way at all, Qingge is very willing and curious, what Mengbai will teach her. used extortion to force her to apprentice...... It's naïve. Is this the same person who claims to be able to break her covenant? Is this selling cute?

But when Mengbai devotes himself to the role of the master, he is not cute at all.

The only incongruous place in this quiet room was the thick stack of books half a foot high on the desk. It turns out that this incongruity is all because of her apprentice.

Qingge sat at the desk, and he couldn't even see his head.

Mengbai only spit out two words: "Read it."

When Qingge looked at the table full of books, couldn't even recognize the title of the book, and began to go crazy, he added: "I will recite it after an hour." With that, he gently rocked the rocking chair and fell asleep.

Qingge said lightly: "Mengbai, are you kidding?"

"Call the master." Mengbai closed his eyes and replied.

“……”

"Don't forget our deal, you have to do whatever I tell you to do, otherwise you will marry Cui Dai."

Woo, where is that gentle and delicious dream, is this one in front of you possessed by a demon? Apparently he was the one who was struggling to stop himself in the crypt. Otherwise, I don't know where to live now. Looking at the corners of his mouth that were still slightly upturned when he closed his eyes, he was sure that he would not resist.

Thinking about it carefully, in fact, Qingge has no loss, and Mengbai is busy for her inside and out. It's just that the way it's good for her is really unacceptable.

That's fine. "Master, don't you negotiate, it's too much."

"......" Mengbai has closed his eyes and fallen asleep.

Qingge's face was full of black lines, flipping through the mountain-like pile of books in front of him. She can recognize most of the words, and there are some strange and complex words that can guess the meaning through the context. The types of books are really full of flowers, including political theory, history, geometry and mathematics, the art of war, poetry, fortune telling, health preservation, and even spring! Palace! Fig! Flipping through this delicate hand-painted book, Qingge's face shook, like a fire, and he couldn't lift it in one breath.

Although in her previous life, as a leftover girl who was not married at the age of thirty, she did not appreciate love action movies. But it's all very private. Now that she is placed on the desk by a strange man, she may have to teach her theoretical knowledge in the near future...... Even if she is from the 21st century, she can't do it.

I quickly put the book at the bottom and started reading the geometric mathematics that was easier to get acquainted with.

After watching it for less than a quarter of an hour, she lay sleepy on the table, and mosquitoes and flies flew in front of her.

Suddenly, there was a pop, and the back of the light song was hit hard by some cold stone, and the pain made her gasp for air, and after a closer look, a white jade chess piece rolled down to her feet.

Mengbai said, "How is your back?" ”

“…… Master, I haven't understood this yet. ”

"Oh, don't you understand? Come here and let me teach the teacher. Mengbai smiled harmlessly, like a fox that had stolen a fishy one, and seemed to be very interested in the identity of the master.

"I ...... I have amnesia, and I don't know many words anymore. Qingge didn't know what the original cultural level of this body was, thinking that he had lived in isolation since he was a child, and his mother died early, so it shouldn't be high.

"Is it really amnesia?" He quietly looked at Qingge's eyes, his face was like a jade carving mask, and he couldn't see joy or anger in the coldness. There was silence for a while.

Qingge was caught off guard by this sudden change. Wasn't he still laughing just now?

"How long are you going to lie?" He said coldly.

She trusted him, but he doubted her. It turns out that this is not an apprenticeship at all, but a ...... Test. She didn't know why there was a dull pain in her heart. This is the real dream white, cold, wise, and good at fiddling with people's feelings. Those warmth, ** and cuteness are just his tricks. He is like a poisonous spider, spreading his beautiful web, waiting for his prey to plunge into it on its own.

"The real light song is illiterate at all." Mengbai indifferently spit out the truth.