Ying Zhichu was slightly stunned, and before he could ask the reason, Roushui rushed into the house with a stick, looking like a gentleman who had revenge and did not revenge.

She frowned slightly, helplessly speaking, "There is a cloud in the book: men and women are not intimate...... and they don't kiss" and gave Roushui a tangled look.

Roushui was puzzled at first, until her face turned crimson, and her small mouth spat back, "Ahh Whoever wants to kiss you, you prodigal son! ”

But because of his words, he hesitated and didn't dare to step forward.

Ying Zhichu saluted Miss Sikong and explained kindly, "The contemptible person is a teacher invited by Steward Wang, and Miss should not hit the wrong person." ”

Hearing this, Miss Sikong chuckled, as if mocking, turned the wheelchair with her bare hands, and slowly moved to Ying Zhichu.

The light fell on the girl's face layer by layer, illuminating her pale face like a withered lily, and she squinted her eyes in disgust, carefully examining the uninvited guest.

His cheeks were pale, and his lips were bloodless, so he was seriously ill......

"Steward Wang's vision is getting worse and worse, and everyone is going home." After that, he shook his head helplessly.

"Miss can say whatever she wants, and Miss is happy."

Roushui can't help but slander: flim tongue.

The girl tilted her head and said coldly: "Mr. wants to be my teacher, and I have to nod my head, others don't count." ”

"Nature."

"Sir, I didn't have a good impression when we first met."

Ying Orichu glanced at the wooden stick thrown on the ground, but he really couldn't think of any rebuttal.

"If the young lady has any request, just say it."

Surprised by the youth's directness, Miss Sikong pondered for a moment, and then said slowly: "I love Buddha, if Mr. can meditate on a heart sutra on a stick of incense, it is also considered that you and I have a teacher's fate, I will give Mr. a teacher's tea." ”

With a light breath in his heart, Ying Zhichu rolled up his sleeves and walked to the desk, picked up the pen on the table, and whispered to the soft water, "I love to drink jasmine tea, go make it." ”

"You called me?" Roushui pointed to her nose with an incredulous expression.

The corners of Miss Sikong's mouth pursed a touch of pride, and she said, "I'm talking about the left hand." ”

She looked at the young man's slightly stunned expression, thinking that she had shattered his arrogance, but in two breaths, the young man just pursed his lips, then changed his hand to hold the pen, and bowed his head to write.

I panicked inexplicably, could it be that she made a mistake?

What she didn't know was that if she really wanted to embarrass this person, she should let her write with her feet......

Heart Sutra, she didn't know how many times she had been silent, and her thin white elbow rubbed on the rice paper, which seemed to fit the youthful ......

Copying books, endorsing books, and punishing kneeling...... But there was no going back.

The incense sticks inserted on the incense burner are covered with dust, and only one end is empty on the rice paper covered with small characters.

Roushui held the tea bowl and approached the boy quietly.

"Oops—" She deliberately tilted her left arm, and saw that the tea bowl was completely fastened on the bookcase, and she could faint the handwriting, and her mouth shouted to be careful, and now she just waited to see a good show.

When the tea bowl slipped down, Ying Zhichu was in the last few strokes, she didn't have time to hesitate, picked up a pile of paper with her left hand, and used the back of her hand to take in the hot tea.

With a "pop", the tea bowl shattered and fell to the ground.

Rou Shui opened her mouth wide in shock, staring at the burn marks on the back of the young man's hand, unable to react for a while.

The pain of the tear extended down her skin into the bloodstream, and she only frowned slightly, glanced at the Buddhist scriptures in her hand, and only splashed some tea stains on the back of several layers of paper, and it was fine.

"After copying as you wish, Miss is satisfied, right?" With a hint of dissatisfaction at the end of Ying Zhichu's words, he glanced at the girl who had been silent.

Hearing what he meant, Miss Sikong withdrew her gaze from the back of her hand, looked out the window, and said, "Roushui, send off!" ”

Roushui, who got the order, immediately changed his face, and shouted at Ying Zhichu angrily: "Let's go!" ”

Ying Zhichu clenched the Buddhist scriptures in his hand, as if the pain in his hand was no longer important, "What do you mean?" Her voice grew colder.

"Hmph, my young lady said that if she is not satisfied, she is not satisfied, so don't leave quickly!"

"Really?" She suppressed the anger in her heart, and the upbringing she received since she was a child made her still have this bit of sanity.

Gently placing the Buddhist scriptures on the bookcase, she rolled down her sleeves and walked towards the door.

Surprised by the young man's chic, Roushui whispered, "Miss, is this person crazy, why is he suddenly so easy to speak?" ”

The moment the tea was sprinkled, the young man's action in order to protect the Buddhist scriptures really shocked Roushui, but he was only thinking in his heart, he was just a scholar who was greedy for money, after all, ......

Miss Sikong did not speak, and was immersed in her own thoughts, as if nothing had anything to do with her.

Ying Zhichu walked to the door, the three-foot sunlight shattered on her little face, full of vitality, she showed her neck slightly raised, different from the careful and thoughtful when she came, and her body was a little more arrogant and fearless.

"It's pathetic!" She sighed softly.

The mockery reached Miss Sikong's ears, and her pale cheeks flashed with panic, arousing the question in her heart, "What do you mean?" ”

Ying Zhichu Sven turned around and looked directly at her confused gaze, with a clear expression, "You didn't want to keep me at the beginning, but you can't say it bluntly, you deliberately made these little tricks, so scheming, I'm afraid it's because of the side!" ”

The tip of her heart seemed to be pressed with a heavy object, and Miss Sikong's cheeks were a little more flushed, biting her lip but not making a sound.

"I can't be my own master, and I can't hold back that little bit of caution, isn't it pitiful?" After she finished coldly, she picked up her hem and turned down the stairs, no longer glancing at the young lady.

"You!" Roushui pointed at Ying Zhichu's back, and couldn't say a word in a huff.

The heart was suddenly punctured by outsiders, Miss Sikong's clenched fingers were slightly opened, her heart was fluttering, and her eyes were dull.

Ying Zhichu walked out of the courtyard and walked towards the gate along the memory, her hands were already covered with small bubbles, and the pain was like a small snake burrowing the back of her hand, and she only shook it twice.

Steward Wang was waiting at the gate for a long time, holding the silver taels in his hands, and his face was full of heavy smiles.

Seeing Ying Weaving come out, he restrained his excitement a little, and handed over the silver taels, "This is fifty taels, Mr.'s remuneration today." ”

was brewing politeness in his heart, but unfortunately he saw the hot scar on the back of the young man's hand, his old face twitched, and said secretly: Roushui's methods are becoming more and more vicious......

The white and slender hands should have been stroking the piano and feeding the fish, but now it is miserable.

Steward Wang retracted his heartbroken gaze, and smiled helplessly at the young man, "Sir, when are you coming tomorrow?" The old man arranges for a carriage to pick you up. ”

If you are so tired, you have to pay for the road.

Ying Zhichu held the fifty taels of injured money, and his eyelids trembled.

Tomorrow? Is it addictive to being beaten?

Steward Wang was cheeky and thoughtful: "My young lady is actually very good, but sometimes the weather is bad, and people are easy to be a little impetuous. ”

Ying Zhichu nodded restrainedly, but he still couldn't restrain himself, and said slightly angrily: "Does your young lady have any hidden diseases?" ”

If others asked like this, Steward Wang would have already raised his legs, but this young man ......

Tsk, when I came in the morning, I still had the same demeanor and was gentle and elegant, but now I have made it like this, and I can help but not scold, and Steward Wang is also very impressed.

"No, absolutely not, my young lady is just frail. In addition, the master is away all the year round, she is thinking of her father, thinking of her father......"

The corners of Ying Zhichu's mouth twitched slightly, and his face was ugly and walked out.

Steward Wang behind her said a lot of good things diligently, she didn't want to pay attention to it, she was here to investigate the inside story, not to treat the disease.

The road is too shallow to bear.

When the young man walked away, Steward Wang summoned the little servant on the side and ordered, "Follow up." ”