In September, the preface belongs to the three autumns, the coolness of late autumn is bleak, the embroidery room in the inner courtyard of Yangfu is fragrant, and the stove with hidden walls is warm like spring.

"Don't be lazy." Yang Lin withdrew the rattan and said lightly.

Tears swirled in Ning Er's eyes, and she raised her hand forcefully, staring at Yang Lin with apricot eyes, holding the most famous yellow book in the Tang Dynasty.

I really don't know how this swinger song won the first place in the government exam, and which blind person spread his reputation as a grand gentleman, in Ning'er's opinion, this is obviously a gentleman, and he loves to torture people for fun.

At this time, the door creaked open, and Li Yunniang came in with two cups of steaming tea, glanced at it and said distressedly: "Da Lang, when we Ning'er was in Qingyin Pavilion, we were trained for more than ten years..."

Yang Lin snorted coldly and interrupted: "What kind of place is Qingyin Pavilion, it is the ** that cultivates prostitutes who drink and sleep with others, what kind of obscene embryos." After speaking, he put down the scroll in his hand, picked Ning'er's chin with a rattan stick, and said with horizontal eyebrows: "Do you want to be a prostitute with a little red lips and ten thousand tastes, and recommend yourself to a pillow in exchange for money to make a living?" ”

Ning Er's face was red and terrifying, and her good-looking eyes seemed to be about to erupt with fire, Yang Lin pumped a rattan on her body and scolded: "Answer!" ”

Li Yunniang hurriedly stepped forward, but she didn't dare to stop it, so she could only whisper: "My Ning'er, tell Da Lang that you don't want to, say it quickly." ”

"I don't want to." Ning'er bit her chopsticks and spit out these two words.

Yang Lin snorted and continued to reprimand: "I know self-pity all day long, I am lazy, I go with the flow, and I don't have the slightest sense of initiative. If you weren't lucky enough to have a good skin, you wouldn't even be as good as the lowest prostitute. What's wrong with a bad background, I'd rather die with incense on the branches, how could it have been blown down in the north wind. I'll give you a chance to clean yourself, and you're still making a little sex here, I really don't know how to lift up. ”

Ning'er was stunned in place, she was sold into the Qinglou since she was a child, and she was so moving, relying on her natural beauty, she didn't suffer much.

Who would really reprimand him in the Qinglou, discipline her, and develop her lazy temperament. I feel that life is all gloomy and meaningless, and everything I do is just with what happens, and I never think about fighting for it.

The taste of parental affection has never been tasted, and Ning'er has grown up and now lacks the most important relationship in her life, which has brewed an emotional hunger in her heart. Now that he was reprimanded by Yang Lin, the image of his father, who had been buried deep in his heart for a long time, suddenly emerged, his eyes were blurred, he bit his lip, and said in a low voice: "What Da Lang taught me is that Ning'er knows that he is wrong. ”

Yang Lin saw that her expression did not seem to be fake, so his face softened slightly, and he took out a thin book from his sleeve.

"Let's put it down, I'll practice my demeanor tomorrow, come and see this first."

Ning Er was relieved, took off her chopsticks, moved her sore wrist, and stepped forward to take a look.

I saw that there was no surface on the book, it was obviously written by Yang Lin himself, and there was a poem on the first page.

Ning Er held the book and said silently: "The voice is slow. Searching, deserted, miserable and miserable...

I see how charming Qingshan is, and I think Qingshan should be like this when he sees me...

Xiaolou listened to the spring rain overnight, and sold apricot blossoms in the Ming Dynasty in the deep alley..

...”

The more she read, the more fascinated she became, these wonderful new words she had never heard before, and she didn't know where Yang Lin copied them from.

Ning Er raised her head with infinite adoration in her eyes: "Da Lang, you wrote all this?" ”

Yang Lin looked at the little stars that were about to pop out of her eyes, waved his hand and said with a chuckle: "I didn't write it, you wrote it." ”

"Me?" Ning Er's mouth opened slightly, she couldn't even feel the pain all over her body, and whispered: "Da Lang will laugh, how can a slave have this ability." ”

Yang Lin pinched her chin and leaned over her face, making Ning Er blush, and her eyes were rolling.

"I said you wrote it, you wrote it, I recite it every day after I go back, I check it every day, if you can't memorize five songs a day, be careful of your ass." Yang Lin said domineeringly, shaking the rattan with bad intentions, which made Ning'er's buttocks tickle, and quickly nodded in response.

These good words are also a pleasure to memorize for a day, and she is not worried at all.

Yang Lin smiled secretly in his heart, Lao Tzu copied all the famous articles that could be memorized in the next few hundred years of the Southern Song Dynasty to you, all of them are famous articles that have been passed down through the ages by Li Qingzhao, Xin Qiji, Lu You, Yang Wanli, and Fan Chengda, so many essences are gathered together, so that Ning'er can throw them out in the right place and on the right occasion, and you are still worried about not being famous?

The title of this talented woman can't run away... Coupled with her own financial resources and her appearance, the fame of Bianliang is like a bag to get something.

It's just that Li Qingzhao, a Yi'an layman, is now fighting with Zhao Mingcheng, and he doesn't know that his later words have been plagiarized.

Of course, this lawsuit can't be fought, she can't go to the yamen to complain: Yang Lin copied it too fast, and he copied it before I could figure it out...

The more Ning Er reads, the more she feels that her new master is simply unfathomable, but she laughed at her doubts about his fame just now, so it is not too much to let Su Dongpo of this dynasty say that he is the first genius of the Great Song Dynasty.

After doing all this, Yang Lin stood up, put the rattan on the table, and said, "That's all for today, I'll come back tomorrow, I hope you will take a few fewer hits." ”

Ning Er was ashamed and angry, lowered her head and didn't dare to speak, Li Yunniang joked on the side: "Don't worry, Da Lang, we Ning Er is smart, learn anything quickly, and Da Lang will be satisfied." ”

Stretching his waist, the first tune teacher of the Great Song Dynasty took his "Youxian Cave" and walked out of the embroidery room with his hands behind his back.

When he disappeared completely, Ning Er raised her head, wrinkled her nose and pouted: "It's just a fifteen-year-old hairy boy, pretending to be a junior.. You look at his old-fashioned appearance, but he looks like a scheming bad thing. ”

Li Yunniang smiled: "Girl, Da Lang is really a good person, you won't be wrong to listen to him." How many men my mother had seen, what they were, I could tell at a glance. You are blessed..."