Fan Di, in the guest house

Tianqian Gate gathers the world's talents and teaches them, and the children in the door are all talented. Even if he is talented, it is easy to write a few strategies to deal with people.

Ziji only wrote for half an hour, then put the pen on the shelf, pushed the book to Mingyun, and said, "I'm done." ”

"Done? So fast? Mingyun was slightly surprised, she picked up the book and read it. Ziji's characters are the same as his people, and they are all handsome and good-looking. Looking at his words carefully, you can see that he started the pen when the trend is sharp, and when the pen is closed, it is a steady and sharp, sharp and powerful, momentum but not publicity. Mingyun looked at it and secretly praised it in his heart.

Three articles were written on the book according to the title given by Fan Ming. However, the strategies written by Ziji are a little different from what Mingyun usually reads, and every sentence he writes is very short. However, although these sentences are short, the meaning is very profound.

"Why is it so different from what I usually see? Why are all three articles shorter than I thought? Mingyun squinted his eyes slightly at him and asked, "Say, are you fooling me?" ”

Ziji stretched his waist, broadened his shoulders, moved his neck again, and said: "Gongsun Guinu, where do I dare to fool you, think about it, when you forcibly put the Jane and the pen in front of my eyes just now, did I write honestly." ”

"Then why are each article so short, although we girls don't need to learn strategy, we always read a few articles." Mingyun said.

Ziji smiled and said, "Just give this to Ah Ming, he must understand." ”

Mingyun looked at Ziji suspiciously.

Ziji looked at Mingyun's expression and felt very interesting. He knew that Mingyun definitely didn't know much about how to write a strategy, so he explained: "When it comes to writing strategies, the most important thing is the point. If you click right, the text will be broken. Ah Ming's style is different from my usual style, so I can only write the dots. Just show him this simple book, and he will understand it at a glance. At that time, according to his own level and style, he will pick out a few similar points and polish them a little. ”

"Is that really the case?" Mingyun asked.

Mingyun looks bright, her eyebrows and eyes are smart between her smiles, and there seems to be a pool of lake water hidden in those eyes, which makes people unconsciously indulge in it. Ziji raised the corners of his mouth and looked at Mingyun, paused, then nodded, and said seriously: "Really." ”

"This cheating also requires skill, copying it as it is the next policy, and it is the best policy if you don't know it."

When Mingyun heard this, he showed a sudden expression of realization, and said, "You understand it so well, could it be that you often cheat?" And a mid-to-high master? ”

At this time, Zizhang and Zigu finished practicing the sword, and entered the house one after the other. The people who practice martial arts are all deaf and clear-sighted, Zizhang heard Mingyun's words at the door, and immediately retorted: "How could our senior brother Ziji do such a thing as cheating!" ”

Mingyun turned his head and glanced at Wang Zizhang, only to see that although Wang Zizhang spoke harshly, he had a smile on his face. She saw Wang Zizhang running to the desk with a sigh, carrying the kettle on the small stove on the side, sitting next to Mingyun, and pouring water for himself as if he said: "My senior brother is outstanding in the door, and he is the first in everything, how can he cheat." Speaking of this, he laughed twice and said loudly, "He can help us cheat at most." ”

Ziji glared at Zizhang fiercely: "If you can't speak, don't speak." ”

Zizhang laughed twice, glanced back at Ziji, and said, "Why don't you let people talk?" Could it be that he was ———— in front of Sister Ah Yun"

Ziji suddenly picked up a piece of dim sum from the plate and forcibly stuffed it into Zizhang's mouth, saying, "If you don't speak, no one will treat you as a dumb person." ”

Zizhang whined twice, and he didn't know whether he was expressing the grievance or fun of being silenced. After Ziji let go, Zizhang took a big bite of the dim sum, squinted and snorted.

Since Zizhang and Zigu both entered the house, Mingyun felt that the atmosphere in the room was a little weird, so he offered to leave.

Zizhang bit the snack and asked with a smile, "Sister Ah Yun, are you leaving?" ”

Mingyun only laughed "um".

Zizhang smiled at her and said, "I didn't play for a while, I didn't entertain you well." ”

Mingyun said with Zizhang: "If there is something today, I won't stay much." ”

"If Sister Ah Yun is free, just come to the guest house to look for us, and we will live in Fan Di for a while." Zizhang said with a smile.

After Mingyun returned to Miaoyuan, Nandong was still waiting in the side hall. Nan Dong saw that Mingyun was back, and immediately greeted him.

Mingyun asked Ah Wei to hand over the book to Nan Dong and said, "Here you go, quickly hide it and bring it back to Ah Ming." ”

When Nan Dong saw the book, he was obviously relieved, and said, "Thank you Master Yun, thank you Master Yun." ”

Mingyun smiled and said: "Okay, it's not too early, hurry back, the province will be beaten up in the end." ”

Nan Dong said: "That master, the slave will leave, my master said, as long as this favor is done, I will take you to Marseille in Gongzi Zhaowen to join in the fun." ”

Mingyun's eyes lit up when he heard this.

Fan Di, Zhining Temple

Since Fan Ming got the book, he plunged into the study to make up the strategy. He opened the bamboo slip that Ziji gave him, looked at it carefully, and sure enough, it was very clear and detailed. With the help of this bamboo slip, it took almost no brainpower, and in the time of a stick of incense, Fan Ming finished writing all the three policy essays to be handed in tomorrow.

"Nandong, how is it, I wrote well." After Fan Ming finished writing, he read it and felt that it was really good, and even he wanted to praise himself.

Nan Dong was preparing the school tools for Fan Ming to use in the afternoon, he raised his head and frowned when he heard this: "It's the outline of the Ziji gentleman who wrote it well, master, if you finish writing, I suggest that you quickly hide this bamboo slip of the Ziji gentleman, in case the lady finds out that you are opportunistic, you will definitely be beaten." ”

"You're right, you're right, I'm going to hide it." After being reminded by Nandong, Fan Ming also thought so, he began to look for a place to hide, but looking for it, he "tsk" and said: "Where can I hide it foolproof?" From time to time, his mother sent an aunt to tidy up his study, and that aunt was literate and had a vicious eye, and she saw it, and she went back to complain.

Just as Fan Ming was looking at the entire house, Nan Dong said, "Master, this room, wherever you put it, Aunt Jing will turn it out." As he spoke, he pursed his lips and asked tentatively, "Why don't you just leave it with me and let me keep it." ”

Fan Ming thought about Nan Dong's proposal, then immediately nodded and said, "Okay, I'll put you there." That's right, why didn't I think that it would be good to put you there, and Aunt Jing wouldn't clean up your room. As he spoke, his eyes lit up, and he ran under the bed and dragged out a calfskin box with a golden lock, which was jingling and full of boys' favorite playthings.

Fan Ming said happily: "I knew that I would put it there for you, so I didn't have to hide it." ”

Nandong naturally knew what it was. His master is very playful, and as soon as he learns something, he begins to take out some gadgets to play. Madame was afraid that his playthings would be demoralized, so she confiscated many of the master's gadgets, but there were policies and countermeasures, and the lady took a batch, and the master hid another batch.

"You take it to your room and hide it carefully, and if you have these in the future, I will put them there for you." Fan Ming happily stuffed the box into Nan Dong's hand.

The master has an order, and the slave must obey it, Nan Dong sighed, took the box and put it aside, and said while tidying up the desk for Fan Ming: "If the master is more studious, Mrs. will not always come to collect your things." ”

As soon as he mentioned the matter of learning, Fan Ming waved his hand irritably and said, "What is there to learn, I am annoyed to death by those things." He dozed off a lot, splashed out of the corners of his eyes, and lay down on the table, lazily stealing again.

In the afternoon, as soon as Fan Ming's strategy was handed in, he was praised by Mr. Fan Ming has a lot of experience in walking this kind of side door, and he also knows how many catties and taels he has, and he is afraid that he will be found by his husband if he writes too well, so after he took Ziji's book in the morning, he didn't copy all of them, but picked out some content that met his level and wrote it. Sure enough, Mr. nodded appreciatively without doubt, and said that he had recently opened his mind, and Fan Ming, who praised him, was overjoyed. In the evening, he went to the guest house to find Ziji to share this matter, and by the way, he invited Ziji to participate in the Gongzi Zhaowen Marseille.

When Marseille was settled, he played chess with the three of them for a while. After that, happily go back to sleep in his own Zhining Temple.

"Go pass hot water, go to sleep, sleep, sleep." Fan Ming commanded after returning to the courtyard.

Nan Dong asked: "Does the master want to wash his face or do he want to bathe." ”

"I'm sleepy, just wash your face, you kid talks a lot of nonsense." Fan Ming casually took off his coat and threw it on the ground, got into the quilt in a light vine-colored underwear, found a few bamboo-woven grasshoppers hidden under the pillow, and played with his feet crossed in the quilt. He was covered with a new quilt that had just been made a few days ago, a dark green embroidered brocade quilt, with thick cotton in it.

Nan Dong bent down and picked up the clothes on the ground one by one, held them in his hands, passed through an inner door, and walked out of the house with a thick wind curtain. The house was burning with a prosperous earth dragon, warm as spring, as soon as he came out of the house, it was the wind and snow, he was frozen for a while, and shivered violently. It's just too cold outside. However, on such a cold and snowy day, there were still many slaves and maids who were working in the yard at night with snowflakes all over their bodies, and as far as the eye could see, there were more than a dozen people waiting outside waiting for orders.

Fan Ming, as the heir of the great sect, is not very old, but he is full of style, not to mention that he has his own courtyard, the guards, maids, and slaves are all selected according to their own wishes, and the number of people is also according to the highest standards of the great sect. It can be said that in this mansion, in addition to Fan Ying and several uncles of the branches, Fan Ming has the highest status.

Nan Dong held a pile of clothes that needed to be washed in one hand, and pulled the collar of his clothes with the other, and beckoned to the gray-clothed servant standing in the corner.

The little servant was only wearing the uniform winter clothes issued by the house, his head was covered with white snow, and he was shivering from the cold, and when he saw Nan Dong calling him, he hurriedly dragged his unconscious feet to run to him and wait for orders.

Nan Dong hugged his arms and rubbed his big arms on both sides in the cold wind, and stomped his feet uncontrollably and said: "Take the master's clothes and wash them, and then go to the hot water room to pass two basins of hot water, the master wants to wash his face, move faster." ”。

It was a good errand to go to the hot water room, and the little servant laughed with two rows of teeth that were not very even, and ran away as soon as he smoked. Nan Dong looked at the back of the little servant in the snow, remembering the scene when he was almost frozen to death when he was just sold into the mansion, and his eyes sank. He touched the book hidden in his sleeve, and knew in his heart that if he didn't want to be called back and forth in the snow in the middle of winter, then the only way to do it was to be a useful person who could do what these slaves could not.

In the house, Fan Ming patted the bed and wanted the bamboo grasshopper to jump, and he was having fun, and at this moment, in the backyard of Dongrui Hall, there was a room where the lights were still flickering.

Under the yellow light, a little young man with a slightly pale face was holding a book in his left hand, his brows frowned slightly, his expression was focused, and he held a wolf pen in his right hand, which was dipped in thick ink. This person is Fan Cheng, the eldest son of Fan Jiyou.