Lingran has always kept Mo Mian in his yard.

She was seriously injured and unable to move, so she stayed in his house.

But I don't know how this matter got out.

It is said that the national teacher of the dignified Qingluan country raised a little beggar in the mansion.

He was very kind to the little beggar, offering good food and drink, coaxing softly, and no one was allowed to visit the baby.

Every day, I serve by myself.

provoked many official ladies, and in the five or six days that they were sleepless and recuperated, the threshold of the National Teacher's Mansion was about to be broken.

Lingdye is in the eyes of everyone, treats people gently, has never lost his temper, and has an excellent reputation.

So I don't really have much fear of him.

In addition, when the national teacher has been single for a long time, there is no hostess in the national teacher's mansion, and at this time, there is suddenly a little beggar in the house, and everyone has a little pimple in their hearts.

Everyone is an official girl, in terms of appearance, character, and temperament, naturally they don't think they will be worse than a little beggar.

At this time, Lingran was reading a book in the study, and the quarrel of the women in the hall seemed to have nothing to do with him.

"You don't know how to write, why do you let me study ink!" Mo Mianzhi stepped on the stool and glared at the person sitting in the chair.

She's been here for a long time, and she really can't understand the person in front of her, just this, it's a waste of her time.

She might as well go outside and practice!

Come more realistically.

Thinking of this, she couldn't help but purse her lips, looking at Lingran's eyes full of blame.

Hearing this, Lingran slowly closed the book and said lightly: "I don't know how to write, because I want to teach you to write." ”

"Huh??"

Mo Mianzhi raised his eyes, that there was still some immature face, at first glance, he had already seen the posture of the city, if he grew up, he was afraid that he would be a country of people.

The purple eyes were stunned, as if they didn't understand his words for a while.

After a while, she dropped what she was holding, "I'm here to kill you, not to learn to write!" ”

"And will you write?" Lingran only asked her, his eyebrows drooping slightly, and there was a light smile in his eyes.

Xu is the son of the old man, and his words are somewhat gentle, not as cold and alienated as when he talks to others.

"......" Mo Mianzhi was choked by him.

What's wrong with being able to write, is it amazing to be able to write?

From childhood to adulthood, there was no one to teach her!!

Thinking of this, Mo Mianzhi felt hatred in her heart, she glared at the person in front of her, "I can't write, the reason is all you." ”

"Oh? What does it have to do with me. ”

He can't write, but it's his fault.

"You killed my parents!"

Lingran paused slightly, and a trace of surprise crossed his eyes, but he quickly regained his composure.

"How did I kill me?"

Mo Mianzhi took a deep breath, and with a wave of her little hand angrily, the inkstone in her hand flew up, and the black ink on it splashed directly on Lingran's body.

"You killed them, and you killed the whole village."

Mo Mianzhi jumped off the stool, turned around and ran out.

Lingran his eyes, a touch of pain crossed his eyes, he stretched out his hand to set up the inkstone, dipped it in ink, and under the white rice paper, two words fell - Mo Zhi.

"Don't worry."

He didn't care about the traces of ink splashed on his clothes, he stared at the name for a long time.

In the thousands of years he lived, there were many, many people who passed by his life, but the only thing he could remember was Mo Zhi.

Because, he has failed this person too much, and he is the only one who owes debts.

Over there, Mo Mianzhi ran all the way, and unknowingly ran into the corridor next to the hall.

She wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes, and Lingran began to write, reminding her that her father had said the same thing to her before, but that he had not had time to fulfill them......

In the end, I left regrets.

Mo Mianzhi walked in despair, and there was a faint sound of chattering in his ears, as if several women were arguing about something.

Unfortunately, she walked to the door at this time.

Looking sideways, there was almost a group of women in the hall.

All of them wear flowers and branches, like peacocks with the screen open.

Mo Mianzhi glanced at it and was about to leave, she didn't know these people, so naturally she wouldn't go to say hello.

But suddenly a voice stopped her.

"Hey, you're not going to be that little beggar!"

Mo Mian stopped and turned his head to look over, "I am, you have something?" ”

The one who spoke was a woman dressed in white, with heavy makeup, who seemed to be an aunt who couldn't sleep.

Mo Mianzhi teased his eyelids, as if he looked down on anyone.

But in fact, she is like this to everyone, and there will be no exceptions.

"Stinky beggar, what kind of eyes are you!"

"I want to say, as soon as you speak, the air in the entire National Teacher's Mansion stinks."

"You, you dare to say that I have bad breath!"

"Shh

"It really stinks, I don't believe you smell it yourself." Mo Mianzhi stood at the door and said casually.

The point is that while she speaks, she also fanned her hand in front of her nose, as if it really stinks.

Woman:!!!

"You're just a beggar, what a big guts!"

As the woman spoke, she had already stepped forward to fight Mo Mianzhi.

Mo Mianzhi stood still, and the hand attached to him was already holding a knife, as long as this woman dared to hit her, she would dare to give her a knife.

"She is favored by her national teacher, do you have any opinions?"

A clear figure suddenly appeared in everyone's eyes, he was still dressed in white, but the only difference was that his white and flawless clothes were stained with ink for some reason, and some places had dried up.

However, this does not affect his gentle temperament.

It's still eye-catching.

Everyone instantly felt that his soul had taken him away.

Mo Mianzhi pursed his lips disdainfully, and silently put away the knife in his hand.

Just as she was about to turn away, a hand suddenly grabbed her head and made her unable to move.

She pouted and yelled dissatisfiedly: "You let go of me!" I won't be any taller in the future! ”

Lingran lowered his head and glanced at her, he was really a hedgehog.

She didn't even pay attention to him, and now that she has learned some skills, it is estimated that if these women are stimulating her, his mansion will see blood again.

"Didn't you teach you to write? How did you get out? ”

Mo Mian was stunned for a moment, so he came to find her to go back to writing?

I'm afraid it's a devil.

"Who wants to go back to writing with you, your words are ugly! I'm not rare, you let me go. ”

Mo Mianzhi began to struggle, but under the suppression of Lingran, she really couldn't turn the sky upside down.

And in the hall, all the official women were staying.

In their eyes, although the national teacher has a good temper, a person who seems to be easy to talk to will not talk to everyone more than three times, let alone coax a person like this.

This, this is simply a long time to see.

Moreover, the national teacher also touched her head!

The national teacher's knotted hands really make them red.

If only Lingran could touch them like that...... No, no, no, but if you can say a word to them so gently, they can pass out happily.

But all this he gave to a little beggar.

This heart, I am really unwilling!

Such a glorious person...... It's not good to match anyone.

Mo Mianzhi looked at the green light in the eyes of those women, and he was really a little speechless.

This man, so bad, what do they like about him?

Tut.

The vision is not very good.

"Ladies and gentlemen, you have polluted the air in your country's teacher's mansion, did your country's teacher ask you to go out, or ...... You guys go out on your own? ”

Lingran squinted slightly, and the good-looking peach blossom eyes instantly cooled, and there was no temperature at all.

Everyone in the hall was stunned, didn't dare to stay any longer, and gradually left.

Only the woman in white glared at Mo Mianzhi fiercely before leaving.

Until everyone left, Lingran's hand didn't let go.

Mo Mianzhi was pressed by him uncomfortably, and reached out to pull his hand, "You let go of me." ”

Lingran let go of her and said, "Come with me to the study." ”

"If I don't go, I'm going to practice."

Mo Mianzhi turned around and left, without looking at him, extremely chic.

Lingran appeared in front of her in just an instant, directly picked up the back of her neck, turned around and walked towards the study, regardless of Mo Mianzhi's struggle and shouting.

After all, he is still a child, and his emotions are out of control.

Lingran carried the person directly to the study, put it on the ground, closed the door and locked it.

The key was pinned to his waist.

Mo Mian glared at him: "The only one who can teach me to write is my father, and you are the oldest." ”

"You can call me Daddy."

Reizen didn't mind being her father.

However, in the near future, Mo Mianzhi really called him Dad, but ...... Someone's intestines are blue when he also regrets.

"You deserve it."

"Xiaomian, it's okay, we can spend it here all the time, anyway, I don't eat for ten days and half a month, it's okay, I'm afraid your body can't stand it." Lingran said lightly.

"......" is ruthless!

Mo Mianzhi's eyebrows jumped fiercely, and her intuition told her that if this person could say it, he would really do it.

Lingran slowly studied the ink, he stood there, his long body was erect, it was just a very simple movement, and he was stunned to make a sense of elegance and peerlessness.

It's really a natural fairy in every move.

Mo Mianzhi scolded secretly, "I'll learn to do it!" ”

"But don't expect me to call you dad or master or something, you're not worthy."

Lingran ignored her words and beckoned to her, "Come here, I'll teach you to write your name." ”

Mo Mianzhi is still very curious about writing.

But she still stood still and didn't move, Lingran looked at her and didn't urge.

After a long time, Mo Mianzhi seemed to have done a good job of mental construction, and then he stepped towards the spirit dye.

She stood on her own small stool, and Lingran held her back with her arms outstretched, like holding her in his arms, too intimate.

Mo Mianzhi is still thinking that at this distance, killing people seems to be relatively fast, and he can be unaware.

Thinking so, his hand was already holding the knife hidden behind him.

Lingran chuckled: "Don't make trouble, be obedient." ”

This voice is really like coaxing a child, and it is extraordinarily spoiled.