At the beginning of the year, it was not until the fifteenth day of the first month that Meng Heting returned to the palace of Yongning County and began to teach Jinghu in Lingxunzhai.

Meng Heting left in the middle of the month, but she also left a lot of homework for Jinghu, her progress was very fast, it only took half a month to complete the homework, but she also insisted on talking to Qingqing in the language of Le every day.

For the remaining half a month, Jinghu has been haunting various occasions where he may meet Ke Mingxu. She was just sad for a while, and she missed Ke Mingxu more.

She won't give up halfway when she learns the language, let alone like him.

But she was always disappointed that she didn't meet him. He and she hadn't seen each other for more than two months. I don't know how long this will continue.

Meng Heting went back to his home for the New Year, maybe he had seen Ke Mingxu. Now beside her, the person closest to Ke Mingxu is no longer Qingrou, but Meng Heting. She wanted to ask him about him.

Jinghu and Meng Heting were also missing for a month, and when she stepped into the training fast in the morning, Meng Heting was already waiting for her inside. With a book in his hand, he was turning the pages when he saw her come in, and he didn't even move his eyebrows.

He seems to love to read, and the book in his hand has changed from the beginning of the "Warring States Policy" to the "City Guarding Strategy".

Although Jinghu has never read a single one, she also knows that they are all books on the art of war, and she saw them in her eldest brother's study when she was a child. I just turned two pages and was about to fall asleep.

Her eldest brother is a young general, and he has been fighting everywhere all the year round, Meng Heting is just a civilian, and he is still a wanderer in Yanliang, what do you do with these books.

Maybe men are naturally interested in these things. It's a pity that he probably doesn't even have a chance to talk on paper.

I don't know if Ke Mingxu likes it or not.

Jinghu also asked him today, so he took the initiative to greet him with a somewhat flattering tone, "Happy New Year Mr. Meng." ”

Meng Heting's fingers paused to turn the book, raised his head slightly, and glanced at her, "Happy New Year, little county lord." Immediately, he turned the page of the book as usual.

What a quirky Eile. Jing Hu scolded in her heart, her attitude today is good enough. Could it be that his father didn't give him enough New Year's gifts?

"What are you still stunned about, in the homework I assigned you, there is a New Year's message, recite it to me at this moment."

This is like a teacher and student, even if she is treated so unkindly. Although Jinghu was not angry in her heart, she couldn't say anything about him, and it just so happened that this paragraph was her most proud, so she ignored the part of his tone that made her feel unhappy.

During the Chinese New Year, she gave this passage to her father and mother, so that they could see that she was not lazy and had been studying hard.

Jinghu's voice is crisp, just like the warbler crying in the early days of winter snow. She has practiced it countless times, so she is fluent.

She quickly memorized this greeting and looked at Meng Heting with some pride. But he still looked unfazed, and turned another page of the book, not saying good, not bad.

"Next."

He was referring to cyanosis. After all, Jing Hu is not the only one who is learning from him now.

Cyanqing was a little afraid of him. She is already very sensitive to the perception of many emotions, Meng Heting has always been cold, but I am afraid that in her heart, he does not like her.

Seeing that he was named by the teacher and reciting alone in front of him, he didn't feel a little nervous. On weekdays, it was still early when I practiced with Jinghu, but at this time, I was a little stumbling, stuck in the middle, and I couldn't carry it anymore, and my face was flushed.

Jinghu couldn't help it, stood behind her, and quietly reminded her.

At this time, Meng Heting raised his head, his brows furrowed slightly, "You don't have to memorize it anymore, you won't have class today, so I will copy this paragraph twenty times here." ”

His gaze crossed the blue and fell on Jing Hu, "The little county lord is too." ”

"Why? I memorized it all. "It's just a matter of punishing her, she hates copying the most. If it's the same, she already knows it, so why waste time writing twenty times.

Meng Heting's gaze was a little sharp, "Because of what, the little county lord should know it in his heart." Moreover, being able to recite fluently does not mean that you can write silently, and every word is correct. ”

"What if I could tacitly understand every word? Can it be exempt from punishment? She glanced at the weeping blue, "And the punishment of the blue." She's just nervous, and she's pretty good in front of me. ”

It's all to blame for this Ele man, who always has a cold face. Cyanqing is inherently timid, and she is a person who pays attention to other people's faces.

"I can't." Meng Heting's gaze fell back on his book.

This person doesn't seem to have any emotion when he talks and acts. Qingqing's pitiful appearance, Jinghu couldn't stand it even if he was a woman, but he was not affected at all, he was still cold.

Jinghu really wanted to go outside and pick up a handful of snow to see who was colder between him and this snow.

"I said it, she can also say it very well, but she can't recite it in front of you."

Meng Heting finally closed his book and looked at Jinghu with an angry face. He only thought it was a little funny.

"Is the little county lord a gentleman?"

Jinghu was stunned, "Of course not." "Inexplicable.

"Then since I am the gentleman, I have the final say on what I should do in my class, and how much I should do. If you don't use your pen again, then copy it forty times. ”

Anyway, he is reading a book, and he has to slowly understand the truth, whether she is there or not does not have such a big impact, just slower.

Jinghu couldn't help but sneer, "If Mr. Meng doesn't want to go to class, just give me another half a month's vacation, you don't have to start classes so early, and you only care about reading by yourself." ”

She said, and she tugged at her sleeve. Tears rolled down," Mr. Meng said, and the student began to copy it. She glanced at Jinghu again, and there was pleading in her eyes.

The more blue is like this, the more angry Jinghu becomes. I knew that I wouldn't let Qingqing learn from him, so I changed to Doulu, Meng Heting was not a good person at all.

It would be no good to argue with him any longer. Cyanqing would only think that she had caused her a burden, and she would be punished for copying it twenty times. It's not easy to coax this crying and loving little lady well.

It was the first and worst thing she had ever experienced in the New Year. Who would have thought that her favorite Ke Mingxu would actually send her a nemesis.

It's for Ke Mingxu's sake. Jing Hu snorted coldly and sat down behind the table.