"This is the secluded place of Jinxiufang, where I live and study on weekdays, a little simple, which makes Yueniang smile." Lu Sanniang introduced as she introduced.

"Where, where, I don't know where I live, it's thousands of times better, elegant and quiet, very literary." Wang Yueying seemed to have passed through the world and came to a paradise, and her surprise was indescribable.

"What is the ・・・・・・ of literature and art?" Hearing strange words rushing out of Wang Yueying's mouth, Lu Sanniang was also very surprised. Wang Yueying didn't know how to explain what "literary fan" meant, and she couldn't help but be a little embarrassed for a while. So he said: "Well, it is knowledgeable, and at first glance, it is a scholarly family." ”

"Knowledgeable? Where do I dare to responsibly come up with these four words. Don't hide it from you, I am a peasant woman, my ancestors have farmed outside Nanyang City for generations, a few acres of thin fields, a few thatched houses, although it is poor, but the life is comfortable. Unexpectedly, when he was six years old, the north was full of wars, the seven kings competed for power, the society was in danger, and the people were struggling to make a living. Our family crossed the river together with the people who moved south, and traveled several times before settling here, so it is not a scholarly family, but I usually like to read some books, so I specially built a study. Just standing at the door and talking, let's go and sit in the house! The two of them walked back into the house again. Lu Sanniang instructed the maid to make tea, and she and Wang Yueying went into the study to talk.

Stepping into the door of the study, a refreshing aroma greeted you, which immediately made people feel refreshed. It was getting overcast and raining. The room was a little dark, and Lu Sanniang opened the windows one by one, so that the room was brighter. Outside the window, the rain poured down, wetting the white walls of the small courtyard and stirring the carp in the pond. The distant mountains are obscured by heavy fog, so that people cannot see their true faces.

In early autumn, the chill is rising.

"Drink tea." Lu Sanniang beckoned.

Put down the teacup and the conversation gets to business.

"Have you finished the pattern you were asked to draw last time?" Lu Sanniang asked bluntly.

"Most of the drawings you want have already been drawn, but some details still need to be revised after discussing with you, this is my first draft?" Wang Yueying said, taking out an oiled paper bag from the carry-on package. Layer by layer, inside is the underwear style she drew in a hurry a few days ago. In fact, Wang Yueying is a rotten girl in modern times, she didn't have a few boyfriends during college, but she didn't read less of those BL novels, and what she is good at is creating a whimsical and self-infested spiritual world. In her opinion, Zhan Zhao and Bai Yutang must be together, and even Master Bao can't get involved. After having a boyfriend, he once secretly went to the Internet to buy erotic underwear, and the face was red and the deer bumped into him. Most of the pattern designs this time are drawn by myself from memory of the sellers I saw on the Internet, and I don't know if it suits Lu Sanniang's mind.

I didn't listen to the answer for a long time, and I could only hear the sound of rain and heavy breathing outside the house. This breathing sound did not come from Wang Yueying, but from Lu Sanniang.

Lu Sanniang picked up the pattern and carefully examined the past, and couldn't help but feel that the blood in her heart was surging, her ears were hot, her breathing was getting heavier and heavier, her chest was undulating like waves, and there was an emotion that had not been heard for many years about to erupt. Wang Yueying saw that Lu Sanniang was red-faced, and thought that the pattern design must be no problem. In addition to being relieved, after thinking about it, I unconsciously blushed and reddened. Lu Sanniang didn't know that she had already been red-faced, and when she looked up, she saw Wang Yueying, who was sitting opposite her, red-faced, and her heart was even stronger, and her face became more and more red-faced.

Two women, two red women; They looked at each other and didn't say anything.

It rained all night, and everyone took refuge in the rain, and the wind blew in the second half of the night, and it was only in the morning. Lu Sanniang pushed open the window of the bedroom, and there was a piece of fruit scattered under the begonia tree behind the house. Thinking of this, I suddenly felt a little sad in my heart.

Wang Yueying returned to her house, she no longer planned to go to Shen San today to discuss what Chen Shouli had told her, because the news she got yesterday could make her sure that this flying disaster could be completely resolved.

"Madame, the carriage is ready." Die'er went to Wang Yueying's side and said.

"What are you doing with the carriage?"

"Yesterday, didn't you tell you to go to Shen Sanye's place today to discuss the lawsuit, did you forget?"

"I forgot to tell you, I'm not going to see Shen Sanye, let's go to Sister Cuihua's house." Wang Yueying commanded.

After tidying up, Wang Yueying took Die'er out in a carriage. This time I went to Yang Dashan and Miao Cuihua's house differently than before, Wang Yueying brought some gifts, and asked Die'er to pick some good materials from the silk and satin cloth sent by Lu Sanniang and bring them over, this battle is not like when I was in Hetou Village at all. Because she would like to thank Yang Dashan and Miao Cuihua for the recommendation post that Bo Xun begged for.

Two days ago, Wang Zicheng came from the village to the town's shop pù restaurant to deliver freshly brewed wine, and visited Wang Yueying's family by the way. Passing by the outside of Qingyang Academy, I saw that it was crowded, and it turned out that the entrance test results were released. Wang Zicheng had long known that Bo Xun had participated in this year's entrance exam, but he didn't know if he had been admitted, so he squeezed into the crowd to check the list text.

First place: Feng Yang

Second place: Huang Shigong

Third place: Ji Qingshu

Li Luan, Yang Wen, Yang Wu・・・・・・

None of the top ten saw Chen Boxun's name. Wang Zicheng was at a loss in his heart, thinking that if he failed the list, he might not be able to take the test well and rank low! He was determined to keep watching.

Feng Shuyao, Dai Dianqian, Feng Lun・・・・・・

Twenty-second, no; Twenty-three, no; Twenty-four, twenty-five, no;

Suddenly, Wang Zicheng's eyes lit up, and he found Bo Xun's name.

No. 29 Chen Boxun

When Wang Zicheng told Wang Yueying and them the news, the whole family was very happy, except for one person. That's Bo Xun himself. You know, there are only 30 admission places in Qingyang Academy every year, and the twenty-ninth place means that it is the second-to-last result.

Wang Yueying saw that Bo Xun didn't smile at all, and knew that he was not satisfied with this ranking, so she asked Wang Zicheng and others to help solve Bo Xun together.

"Mother, Qingyang Academy is really the land of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, Xun'er will devote himself to studying in the future." After finishing speaking, he left and left a group of people to dry here. At a young age, Wang Yueying felt more and more that this son was mentally enlightened too early, and what kind of experience could make a child less than ten years old so mature and stable.

Wang Yueying was like a fish in her throat, at a loss.