"Master, is this strength okay?" Mrs. Ye pressed the shoulder of the old man and asked softly, her voice revealed a charm, and the husband and wife were lying on the bed in half, about to rest.

Obviously, Mrs. Ye didn't think so, the transparent light gauze clothes outlined her slender waist, and her crisp breasts were faintly visible, she pressed Ye Ye's shoulders and slowly stroked Ye Ye down.

"There's something I want to discuss with you, and I don't know if you've noticed?" Master Ye thought about other things thoughtfully, and let Mrs. Ye do whatever she wanted.

"What's the matter? The concubine listened, "Mrs. Ye threw Master Ye on the bed, sat on Master Ye's waist, and massaged Master Ye's arms with ten fingers, but her body leaned down, and her red lips kissed Master Ye's neck.

Master Ye was teased and became short of breath, but his mind was still sober: "When I ate mare's milk cake today, I watched...... Ahh ”

When Mrs. Ye heard this, her more and more presumptuous movements stopped, she pushed away Master Ye and kneaded her hands, got up and sat on the other end of the bed, holding her legs, and anger gradually gathered in her chest.

"Lady, what's wrong?" Master Ye sat up and hugged Mrs. Ye, his hot breath spraying on her cheeks.

Mrs. Ye turned around, and her eyes, which were still charming just now, suddenly turned into a pair of eyes full of hatred: "Ye Zhenguo, over the years, have you been your wife, even now, you have to mention that slut." I clearly tell you that I don't agree with this, our family risked their lives to take her in, which is already the greatest favor for her, and they want me to take my son to her, she thinks beautifully. If it weren't for her slut, would you be so nice to her? ”

"Slap ......" was met with Master Ye's fierce slap and his angry red eyes, Master Ye reached out and grabbed Mrs. Ye's chin: "You don't deserve to mention her, it's not your turn to decide the matter of Xue'er and Xianwen." ”

Master Ye threw her on the bed, took the robe on the shelf, and threw the door away.

Mrs. Ye cried and fell on the quilt, her face was still full of pity, but the hatred that could emerge from the bottom of her heart distorted her face: "Ye Zhenguo, I knew that you were still thinking about that vixen, you negative man." ”

Where she is, there is no room for anyone who has anything to do with that vixen, not to mention that person is still the daughter of the vixen, and now she has come to seduce her son again.

*

Ning Shaofu split a residence in Ningshui. Liang Zi pushed the door in: "Young master, I have invited the teacher, let's come one by one." ”

Ning Shui turned around, and wore a white dress as usual, but his face was covered with a thick white veil.

Liang Zi looked puzzled: "Young master, what are you going to make trouble about?" ”

"My face is swollen, young master Ben don't look at people with an ugly face," Ning Shui picked up the painting fan on the table and walked towards the garden gracefully.

Liang Zi's eyebrows raised slightly, wasn't it almost gone yesterday? It's no different than usual.

The teacher invited by Liang Zi was upright on the long table in the garden at that time, with gray hair, gray beard, and a white Confucian shirt.

Ning Shui walked over, bowed and called: "Hello teacher, students condensate, condensation of condensation, water of thousands of mountains and rivers." ”

"Hehe......" The white-haired teacher was quite kind, he stroked his beard, and said, "Please sit," stretched out his hand to ask Ningshui to sit down.

Ning Shui Xing is like a young master among nobles, elegant and graceful.

Liang Zi stepped forward at this time and whispered in Ning Shui's ear: "This is a teacher of many civil officials in the current dynasty, and his knowledge is first-class, and the master spent a lot of effort to invite him, young master, you should treat him well." ”

Ning Shui threw an impatient look over, and Liang Zi flashed to the side.

"Why are you masked?" The white-haired teacher asked,

Ning Shui replied: "The student was infected with the wind and cold, and he was afraid of infecting others, so he covered his face with a white veil. ”

"Well," the teacher nodded to show his understanding, and began to teach: "The old man mainly teaches Gongzi how to compose a better poem this time, and I don't know what Gongzi knows about poetry, otherwise—" The white-haired teacher looked around, his eyes stayed on the lotus flowers in the garden pool, and continued: "It's better to make a poem of praise with lotus as the theme." ”

"Poetry?"

"Hmm," the teacher nodded,

Ning Shui paused for a few seconds, reached out and dipped ink from the inkstone next to him, and took the pen on the table to write. The teacher stroked his white beard and nodded appreciatively.

"Okay," Ning Shui put down his pen, and Liang Zi stepped forward to take it to the teacher, our young master is amazing.

The teacher took it with a smile, and glanced at the condensation that was sitting precariously, and felt more and more that this was a material that could be made, but when his eyes touched the poems written by the condensation in his hand, his gaze was glazed.

Yes...... A beautiful white lotus, fragrant and beautiful all over the pond, white and fragrant, everyone praises it, and the young master worships under the lotus leaf skirt.

The teacher didn't speak with the piece of paper on which the poem was written, and Ning Shui could only clear his throat and ask, "Are you okay?" ”

"Very good...... This poem is very good, the old man asks himself to be sparse and shallow, and the son is so talented, he can't ask himself, he retires, he retires,"

Liang Zi hurriedly stepped forward to stop people: "Hey, no, why don't you stay longer, Master, the stool is not hot." ”

"I'll see you later, I'll visit you another day,"

"Master, Master," no matter how Liang Zi stopped, the Master had to leave.

"Liangzi," Ning Shui called, and Liang Zi had no choice but to give up on stopping the master from leaving.

"Young master, it's okay, let's move on to the next item, learn the guqin," Liang Zi said, clapped his hands, and immediately a woman carrying the guqin walked out.

Liang Zi said: "This piano master is a pianist who many people in the capital have studied to, and his piano skills are also first-class. ”

Here, the white-haired master left in a hurry with his own things, and the little maid guarding outside the mansion said strangely: "Master, why did you finish teaching so quickly?" ”

"Alas, don't mention it, I don't know what happened to Master Zhou, I actually let such a person be my student, I don't even know the basic format of composing poems, I can teach the old man from scratch, but I don't look at how old the student is, at his age, he can't even write poems, I guess there is a problem here." The white-haired master pointed to his head and said, "When the time comes, I will teach a fool to come out, won't it ruin my reputation, go, go home." ”

After the carriage drove away, Jun Hao walked out from behind the big stone lion in front of Ning Shaofu, looked at Ning Shaofu again, and frowned: "When did someone move in here?" ”