"This woman is so beautiful!"

Meng Wei thought so in her heart, and couldn't help but admire.

But it was this admiration that seemed to bring Ye Zichuan, who was immersed in it, back to his senses, and hurriedly put away the scroll.

Then he looked at Meng Wei seriously and said, "How are you good at thousand-word literature?" Is the little mirror a good teacher? ”

"Back to the little marquis, the little mirror is very patient, has a good temper, and is very patient in explaining, I believe that it won't be long before the slave will be able to learn a thousand words."

"He's good-tempered and careful?" Who knew that Ye Zichuan not only did not feel relieved, but frowned, and the hand holding the folding fan fanned the wind irritably, "The little mirror is just a half-hung man who has been reading for a few years, in terms of knowledge, he is not as good as Xiao Yuanzi to read more, it is inevitable that he will mislead people's children, and teach you crookedly, you will still come to the study to ask the master directly in the future." ”

"Huh?"

Meng Wei was stunned for a while, even if Xiao Jing hadn't read for a few years, there was still no problem in teaching her to read and write, and she didn't take the top test, how else could she teach her crookedly?

However, her stunned expression fell in Ye Zichuan's eyes, and she became unwilling.

At that moment, Ye Zichuan couldn't help but squint his eyes, with a touch of unhappiness: "Are you unwilling?" Could it be that you are afraid that your master will not be able to teach you? ”

Seeing this, Meng Wei couldn't help but feel a big alarm in her heart, and hurriedly shook her head: "The little marquis misunderstood, the slave just thinks that it is not easy for the little marquis to study hard every day, and it is even harder to study the art of painting." The slave maid doesn't say that she is worried about the little marquis, but at least she shouldn't make trouble for the little marquis, and the slave doesn't dare to trouble the little marquis."

"Ahem," listening to Meng Wei mention his painting skills, his face flashed unnatural, and he coughed lightly to hide his embarrassment, "You don't need to worry, and the things in the past are almost forgotten, and at the same time I teach you, it will be regarded as a review of the past, so it's decided, you go to the side and try to write according to the book." ”

Meng Wei took a look, only to find that the small collapse next to Ye Zichuan's desk had been placed with pen, ink, paper and inkstone.

She didn't learn calligraphy in modern times, and then she became busy when the business became bigger, so she learned calligraphy in this mood.

But this does not prevent Meng Wei from appreciating those calligraphy, as well as a kind of liking for that ink literature.

Writing on the ground with a branch is just a random write, the branch is not a brush in the end, since it came to ancient times, how to say that she doesn't want to write a dog crawling words, and she is not pretentious to sit on the small collapse, pick up the brush and transcribe the words on the thousand-character text.

Unconsciously, Meng Wei had already written several pieces of paper, and was on the rise, when she heard Xiao Yuanzi's voice outside the door: "Little Marquis, the fourth prince and the prince of Chu have arrived." ”

"Got it."

As he spoke, Ye Zichuan got up and walked to Meng Wei's side: "You go with your master." ”

"Yes."

Meng Wei put away the rice paper in a panic, she knew how ugly her words were.

"Don't clean it up, no one will touch this ghostly word."

In fact, what Ye Zichuan wanted to say more was that in his study, no one dared to come in at will, even if the horse steward came in, he didn't dare to touch it indiscriminately, even if it was a few pieces of paper that seemed worthless, but the words of the export changed the taste.

Meng Wei's face darkened in an instant, and the hand holding the rice paper also paused, and then let go, slightly dissatisfied: "This is just the first time for the slave to write."

The two of them walked out of the Sichuan Courtyard, and saw the fourth prince and Chu Jingfeng Shi Ran walking towards the two, especially Chu Jingfeng, when they saw Meng Wei, the folding fan that was still knocking on the palm of their hands couldn't help but open suddenly, and winked at Meng Wei in a self-proclaimed manner: "Xiao Weiwei, don't come to harm?" ”

Not to mention Chu Jingfeng, even Nangong Yunheng also smiled faintly at Meng Wei: "I didn't expect that you, this little girl, are bold, and your courage is commendable to protect the Lord with your body." ”

"It's all because of your eyesight, so you can slowly envy it."

The fourth prince nodded gently: "You probably used all your luck on Xiao Weizi, I don't know how your little girl's injury is?" ”

Meng Wei said that she was flattered, these four princes have a noble status, and in modern times, they can be regarded as the relatives of the national leaders, so she nodded busily: "The slave maid's injury is not serious, and the fourth prince Xie cares." ”

"So you can cook something for us again?"

This was naturally said by Chu Jingfeng, since he had eaten the dishes made by Meng Wei in Xiangyun Building, he asked the cook in the house to cook it when he returned to the house, but no matter how he did it, he couldn't make the kind of taste that Meng Wei had done, but he felt extremely fishy when he ate it.

So when he heard that Ye Zichuan had been assassinated, he wanted to come the next day, but the fourth prince temporarily explained his affairs and made an appointment with him to come today, so it would be a little late.

Ye Zichuan was assassinated, but it was a matter that should not be underestimated, and when he went out to Gyeonggi Mansion, Yin was busy catching people, and even more so that there was no undercurrent, the Protector Mansion was on the side of the Four Princes, and many people were worried that this was a certain force that wanted to eradicate the Protector Mansion, after all, Ye Zichuan was the only seedling of the Protector, if he was gone, then the Protector Mansion could also be said to be a queen.

As soon as Meng Wei heard this, she knew that this guy was here to eat, and she couldn't help but regret that she had answered too quickly just now.

However, if you are not afraid of god-like opponents, you are afraid of pig-like teammates, Meng Wei obviously forgot that she also has a god to assist Ye Zichuan: "Of course, this is also a blessing for you today, Xiaowei created a delicious dish yesterday, the so-called solo music is not as good as everyone's happiness, so I decided to let you also try it." ”

"Oh? When you say that, my curiosity will be aroused. Chu Jingfeng looked at Meng Wei and raised his eyebrows at her, "I don't know what the name of your delicious dish is, Xiao Weiwei?" Let's guess what's going on, or I'm a little impatient. ”

"What's the secret!"

Meng Wei didn't want to spoil first, the more mysterious things were, the more curious they became, and now that the little mirror had taught her before, she left in a hurry, and she didn't know if she could bring the crayfish back before noon.

If she said it now, the little mirror didn't come back before noon, wouldn't it be a slap in the face of the little marquis?

Even if the little marquis doesn't blame her at that time, the little mirror is indispensable for punishment.

So not to mention now, if Xiao Jing didn't make it back before noon, she happened to cook other dishes, and it wouldn't be considered cheating.

Ran Chu Jingfeng is not a person who is easily fooled, he forgot to ask what his name was when he ate that seafood dinner last time, and if he forgot to ask again after a while, the cook would think that he was talking nonsense.

So Chu Jingfeng rolled his eyes and smiled treacherously: "Zichuan, tell me what is the name of that dao?" And the last time we ate in Xiangyun Building, you shouldn't know, right? ”

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