Qian Wenkai, who was sitting between Hu Jingtong and Qian Rongrong, turned his head to stare at his sister, and said, "Rongrong, it's time for class." ”

Qian Rongrong withdrew from resentment and unwillingness.

She saw Mr. Qingfang sitting on the top and looking at her with a serious expression, so she immediately restrained her arrogance and turned her head around.

When Mr. Qingfang saw that the order of the classroom had been restored, he said to Hu Jingtong: "You are Xu Qiuliang, right?" ”

Hu Jingtong hurriedly stood up and saluted and said, "Yes, sir." The little girl is Xu Qiuliang, the little girl is not talented, please give me advice! ”

Mr. Qingfang couldn't help but smile when he heard this, and he said, "Miss Xu is a person who can speak well. Did you ever go to school? ”

Hu Jingtong said: "Sir, I ......"

Before she finished speaking, Qian Rongrong interjected: "How can a stupid and earthy girl go to school?" If it weren't for my father's kindness, how could she have gone to school? Hum! There are a lot of skills to pretend all day long! ”

Hu Jingtong had a polite smile on his face, but there were already thousands of grass and mud horses galloping past in his heart.

Dead girl! Where did I provoke you?

No, where did Xu Qiuliang recruit you to provoke you, the eldest lady?

If you are so arrogant and domineering again, see how I clean you up!

When she thought of this, Hu Jingtong suddenly lowered her head, and when the mood was almost brewing, she suddenly raised her head, her eyes were red and her expression was pitiful, and she said: "Second Miss Qian is right, my Xu Qiuliang is indeed a rustic and stupid girl. I really didn't go to school before, I only learned a few words from my grandfather. ”

Hu Jing said childishly: Xu Qiuliang's room was full of books, and her grandfather must have taught her to read.

Qingfang saw that Hu Jingtong's big eyes suddenly turned red, and her little expression was pitiful, and she already thought in her heart that it was because Qian Rongrong's words stabbed her sadness.

Qian Rongrong's eldest lady has a "well-known" temper.

As her teacher, where would Mr. Qingfang not know?

Hu Jingtong showed a degree of knowledge and courtesy.

Mr. Qingfang was very satisfied with her first impression.

Right now, this well-behaved little girl has only been in school for a while before she is bullied by this Qian Rongrong, how can Mr. Qingfang not be angry?

His face was slightly stunned, and he said, "Qian Rongrong, punish copying the first chapter of the "Sayings of the Sage" a hundred times! ”

"What?"

Qian Rongrong's expression was stunned at first, and then she jumped up from her seat excitedly.

She couldn't believe her ears.

Mr. Qingfang straightened his face and said again: "Qian Rongrong, I will punish you for copying the first chapter of the "Quotations of the Sage" a hundred times! ”

Even if Qian Rongrong has the temper of the eldest lady, she will not dare to contradict Mr. Qingfang.

Holding back her anger, she gritted her teeth and said, "I know! ”

Mr. Qingfang shook his head helplessly, and said in his heart: This girl's bad temperament is so "famous", who will dare to marry in the future?

He said, "Okay, sit down." I will give you seven days to finish copying it. We are now officially in class. ”

After the end of the morning class.

Mr. Qingfang was taken by the servants of the Qian Mansion to rest in the other courtyard, and came back in the afternoon when class was in session.

Hu Jingtong immediately packed up his things and walked out to prepare to go home.

Qian Wenkai hurriedly followed.

"Sister Xu, I'll send you back."

Hu Jingtong looked at Qian Wenkai for a moment while walking, and said in his heart: What a handsome young man. This one who is an older brother seems to be much more cultivated than the one who is a younger sister.

She smiled and said, "No need, we are in the same village, just a few feet away." ”

Qian Wenkai said: "How can this work? My father has told me to take good care of you. ”

"Oh?" Hu Jingtong stopped and said, "Why does your father take care of me so much?" ”

Qian Wenkai said: "Father said that your grandfather had a life-saving grace for him. ”

"Oh...... I see. Hu Jingtong said.

"Sister Xu, I want to say sorry to you on behalf of my sister," Qian Wenkai said, "You fell down a steep slope that day and almost died." That day I went to town to buy books. Thankfully, you're fine. ”

"Oh, it's okay, it's all over," Hu Jingtong waved his hand and said, "Young Master Qian, you see I'm home." Why don't you come in and sit down? Or are you hurrying home for dinner? ”

Qian Wenkai looked at Hu Jingtong intently and said, "Sister Xu, I think you are a little different. My little maid Mingya told me yesterday that you fell, and the whole person is different. I didn't believe it, but now I believe it completely. ”

Hu Jingtong smiled and said, "Aren't you so stupid?" ”

Qian Wenkai looked at Hu Jingtong with burning eyes and said, "Where are you still stupid?" It's just a cute little fox......"

I'm going to die...... Is this little kid discharging me?

Why can't I even catch a young man's eyes?

Hu Jingtong was stared at by Qian Wenkai, and his cheeks were a little hot.

She has grown so big, she only focuses on studying and career, and she has never been in love......

Hu Jingtong coughed dryly a few times and said, "That...... You go back quickly! I went into the house. ”

After speaking, she shouted "Grandpa", and then quickly pushed the door and hid in her yard.

"It's dangerous! It's dangerous! Hu Jingtong leaned against the courtyard door and patted his chest, "Calm down!" He's too young for me. What's more, I'm a woman who wants to study hard and then start a career! ”

Afternoon.

Money house private school.

Mr. Qingfang sat on the top and said, "In this class, we will continue to learn how to write poetry. Wen Kai, you are the first talent in this village in recent decades, whether it is articles or poems, you are the best among your peers. I won't test you. Miss Xu, I'm curious about your poetry skills. A few days ago, the Mid-Autumn Festival was just over. Can you compose a poem about the bright moon? ”

Hehehehe......

Poetry...... Are you kidding?

Hu Jingtong hurriedly shook his head like a rattle and said, "Sir, I can't write poetry, not at all." ”

Mr. Qingfang said in a kind tone: "It's okay. I'll teach you this lesson this afternoon. ”

Qian Wenkai turned his head to Hu Jingtong and said, "Sister Xu, don't be afraid, I can teach you too." ”

Hu Jingtong: "......"

It's not a question of whether to teach or not, it's a question of whether there is talent or not......

Hu Jingtong is good at all homework, but the ancient Chinese poetry in the language is her weakness.

Qian Rongrong watched the interaction between the three people in the classroom with a huff.

She was as transparent as a cloud of air......

After class.

Mr. Qingfang gave each of the three students different assignments.

Hu Jingtong's homework is to compose a five-character poem with the theme of the bright moon.

After dinner, Hu Jingtong sat in front of the bookcase in the room with a brush and was so anxious that he scratched his ears and cheeks.

Xu Yikao saw that Hu Jingtong looked anxious, and couldn't help but walk in and ask, "Girl, can't you write your homework?" ”

"Grandpa, Mr. Qingfang asked me to write a five-character poem with the theme of the bright moon, but I really can't write it. What should I do if I have to pay it for school tomorrow? Hu Jingtong said with a sad face.

"This ...... I can't help you? Originally, I thought that I would teach you the art of war and martial arts from tonight. But you can't even write a poem......" Xu Yikao said.

"Grandpa! Did I hear me right? I still want to learn the art of war and martial arts? Isn't that a bit too much? Hu Jingtong said, "And you are here to teach me?" Can you go down to the bottom? ”

"Hey, hey! Underestimate me, don't you? Xu Yikao said, "At that time, as soon as the master makes a move, you will know if there is one." I won't tell you, you write poetry well! Tomorrow I will officially teach you. ”

Xu Yikao walked out humming a little tune with his hands behind his back.

Hu Jingtong racked his brains and couldn't think of any five-character poems related to the moon that he had learned before.

"Look, look...... The side effects of not memorizing texts well are coming! Hu Jingtong muttered to himself.

Moon...... Moon......

Hu Jingtong suddenly had a flash of inspiration, there is!

She hurriedly picked up the brush and wrote down the poems she had written down in her head.

It's finally done! However, it seems that this is not the case in the original text.

No matter what, that's all I can write about.

Fortunately, this Dacheng country is a space of another dimension, and there is no intersection with any dynasty in my understanding.

I can borrow from the poems of the ancients.

Hu Jingtong stretched out with relief.

The next night.

Mr. Qingfang enthusiastically unfolded the poems written by Hu Jingtong in his study.

His expression flickered and darkened with Hu Jingtong's "poems", his brows suddenly tightened, and he was suddenly puzzled.

Finally, Mr. Qingfang put away the students' homework and laughed.

Money house private school.

Mr. Qingfang said to Hu Jingtong: "Miss Xu, the poems you wrote have been seen as a teacher. ”

Hu Jingtong got up and saluted, and said with a good baby expression: "Please also ask Mr. for advice." ”

"Your poem could have been written in a very small and elegant way, but just one sentence in it makes the whole poem a little cheesy." Mr. Qingfang said, "Wen Kai, you read it and listen to it. ”

"Yes, sir."

Qian Wenkai took Hu Jingtong's "poem" from Mr. Qingfang's hand, unfolded it with anticipation, and then his expression froze slightly.

He cleared his throat and read, "The moonlight in front of the bed, the ground ...... A pair of shoes. Raise your head to look at the bright moon and bow your head to think of your hometown. ”

"Hahahaha......" Qian Rongrong, who was sitting on the side, leaned back with a smile, she pointed at Hu Jingtong and said, "Admire, admire!" You're a great talent! Hahahaha......"

Hu Jingtong replied with a polite smile and was silent.

I really don't know how to write poetry, so just laugh.

"Okay, okay...... Mr. Qingfang said, "Xu Qiuliang's poem, except for the sentence 'a pair of shoes on the ground', the other sentences are all in good literary and artistic conception." We're starting classes! ”

Night.

After eating and writing his homework, Hu Jingtong was about to wash up and sleep.

Xu Yikao mysteriously walked in and said to her, "Girl, have you forgotten to practice with me?" Follow me up the mountain. ”