Seeing Duan Mingyu's calm appearance, Wan Yanyan said embarrassedly: "Actually, it's nothing funny."

Duan Mingyu nodded disapprovingly: "This champion now finally understands why you women have such a low laugh."

"Why?"

Duan Mingyu said: "Speaking of the feudal system's persecution of female compatriots, you all day long learn three from the four virtues, female red embroidery, close your own playfulness tightly, let alone between husband and wife, pay attention to the case and respect each other, hey, these are all good, but everything has to have a degree, excessive oppression is equivalent to murder!"

Wan Yanyan was stunned by Duan Mingyu's words, and it took a long time before she said, "It seems, it seems, probably, it should be, it's like this, right?"

"Hey, Duan Mingyu, you big villain, why haven't you seen you for a few days, where did you go to play, and you didn't call me!" Yang Zhaoniang shouted at Duan Mingyu from afar at the door.

Wan Yanyan covered her mouth and smiled: "Hehe, Sister Zhaoniang, you are much more naughty than when I was young."

Yang Zhaoniang said disrespectfully: "What is naughty, Brother Mingyu said, this is called lively and cute, and it is difficult to ......be naturally beautiful" Yang Zhaoniang's thinking was short-circuited again, stammering, looking meditative, and hurriedly glanced at Duan Mingyu.

"Ahem, it's hard to give up, Zhao Niang, it's hard to give up." Duan Mingyu hurriedly reminded in a low voice. Hey, it's really embarrassing for her to let her, a fart kid who thinks about how to hurt people all day long, memorize two lines of poetry.

Yang Zhaoniang got the hint, and immediately said with a high spirit: "Well, it's hard to give up on being born beautiful!"

Duan Mingyu glanced at Yang Zhaoniang wordlessly.

It is said that as soon as Duan Mingyu returned to the city, the shop never stopped.

Yang Yanguang was going back to Beijing in two days, so as soon as he saw Duan Mingyu coming back, he immediately pulled him to the room to retreat, leaving Wan Yanyan and Yang Zhaoniang with a look of indignation.

Yang Zhaoniang and Wan Yanyan were reluctant to go to the backyard.

Duan Mingyu wanted to cry without tears, he was tired and tired when he came back, alas, he was so troublesome when he was handsome, and he had to be shot while lying down.

Yang Yanguang handed the long sword to Duan Mingyu, and Duan Mingyu jerkily practiced the swordsmanship he had learned......

"No, no, it's too slow!"

"This sword should be stabbed a little harder."

"Well, these two styles should pay attention to flowing water, do it in one go, and start all over again!"

“……”

Duan Mingyu practiced for a morning, and finally escaped from Ascension to Heaven with Yang Yanguang's satisfied look.

But then another big bad thing happened to him.

Wan Yanyan wanted to hand him over to write, Duan Mingyu cried with a sad face, walked out of the practice room with his front foot, and walked into the study with his back foot.

However, Duan Mingyu still pretended to be eager to learn.

Because you must maintain your elegant demeanor in front of ladies, if you don't pay attention to your image, the consequences are quite serious.

Duan Mingyu remembered a classmate of his in college, alas, this guy has a great academic performance, but he doesn't pay attention to his image among ladies in daily life, so he has never found a home.

Duan Mingyu saw that he was really pitiful, so he introduced him to an object, and when they met for the first time, they still ate and talked about their hearts. But this guy was not angry, and he farted in the middle of the meal. In order to make the woman have a good impression of him, Duan Mingyu hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold back for a while." Who knew that this rammed goods "poofed" and burst into laughter: "You think you put it?" Hahaha, I put it! "Duan Mingyu is called a hater of iron and steel, okay, you deserve to be a bachelor for a lifetime.

Therefore, for the sake of image, for lifelong happiness, and for the old Duan family to be able to spread its branches, Duan Mingyu has the conditions, and he has no conditions to create conditions.

In the study, Wan Yanyan taught Duan Mingyu to write calligraphy hand-in-hand.

A virgin fragrance was extremely irresponsible and drilled into Duan Mingyu's nose, and Duan Mingyu couldn't help but get up. Feeling the full and soft two balls, it was called a cool crooked, and those who practiced calligraphy were all thrown to Java.

This is called a crime, so many beautiful teachers will always put some students with poor academic performance, and they will not be effective by exhausting their means, not that they do not teach well, but that the boys can't help but want to stop...... The only way to blame is why humans aren't hermaphrodites!

Wan Yanyan is also really uncomfortable, what is this called practicing words, it is purely to learn words.

Wan Yanyan held Duan Mingyu's hand and wrote stroke by stroke, effortlessly, and it didn't take long for beads of sweat to appear on her forehead. Looking at Duan Mingyu again, he was already outside the world.

Wan Yanyan scolded in shame: "Childe, please don't be distracted when you write!"

"Oh! Got it. Duan Mingyu wiped the saliva from his mouth and held Wan Yanyan's little hand tightly: "What did you just say?"

Wan Yanyan: "Alas, you wrongdoer!"

Looking at Wan Yanyan's weak appearance, Duan Mingyu couldn't help but want to move, hugged Wan Yanyan, and couldn't help but say boldly: "Yanyan, let's go into the cave room!"

"Ahh

Wan Yanyan's head was a little cloudy, and she struggled symbolically a few times: "Don't, it's daytime."

Duan Mingyu was also a junior brother, so he let go of his hand: "Okay, let's enter the cave room at night!"

Wan Yanyan felt a sense of loss in her heart, and let out a soft "um".

Duan Mingyu laughed: "Yanyan, did you agree?"

"Who said I said yes!"

"Then you're not going to say yes?"

"Who said I wouldn't say yes."

"Then do you agree?"

"Guess I don't say yes."

Wan Yanyan was childlike for a while, and she playfully played word games with Duan Mingyu.

Duan Mingyu gritted his teeth, every time he felt that a punch had indeed hit the cotton, and he couldn't help but feel uncomfortable in his heart, and his mood was quite depressed.

Wan Yanyan sat on Duan Mingyu's lap: "Okay, look at your performance, if you can write twenty postings in one afternoon, I'll come over tonight, oh, come and bring you chicken soup!"

Duan Mingyu said: "No, ten articles will not work!"

Wan Yanyan jumped up: "No!"

Duan Mingyu said unrelentingly: "Twelve!"

Wan Yanyan snorted: "Eighteen articles, not one less."

Duan Mingyu had a bitter face: "Fourteen articles, I really can't write more!"

Wan Yanyan said: "Sixteen articles, this is the lowest price for jumping off the building."

Duan Mingyu gritted his teeth, and then said obscenely: "Fifteen articles, otherwise you will kill me!"

"Okay, deal!" Wan Yanyan took a picture of the book case, looking like she had succeeded in her treacherous scheme.

Duan Mingyu slapped Wan Yanyan's buttocks: "Okay, you dare to pit me, you're brave enough!"

Wan Yanyan fled in pain: "Hehe, I'll come to see you at night, practice your words well, my official!"

If you want to overthrow Wan Yanyan, you can collect this book, and if you don't want to overthrow Wan Yanyan, you will add this book to the bookshelf, O(∩_∩)O~, cough cough, flowers, tickets, quickly throw it out, the lower official has already set up the bowl.