Really calmed down, Xiangxiang happily found that these seemingly obscure books were not so difficult to read, and under the guidance of the rough butcher, Xiangxiang quickly understood the essence of the book. She involuntarily followed the guidance in the book and practiced.

Unconsciously, her body was light, soft and comfortable, walking around the room, elegant and smart, she pointed at it, and the Qingyun sword flew out, the cold light flashed, and with another wave, the sword flew back and disappeared into the sleeve.

She giggled, the battle against Hao Yanzhi that day was all thanks to Brother Wen's secret help, and now, she can also compete with that heinous sinner.

"Three Thousand Texts" turned out to be so simple, clear and interesting, if Wen Gongzi knew that I couldn't memorize the book, I actually memorized it in an hour, I wouldn't believe it.

Xiangxiang was overjoyed and went to the butcher. Hey, I'm really uncomfortable facing the butcher's rough old face, but he does have a way better than Wen Gongzi and can let me study hard, what else can I say?

For seven days, Xiangxiang kept eating the butcher's meatloaf, drinking vegetable porridge, reciting books while eating, and sometimes not even sleeping, from dawn to late night, and from late night to early morning.

She doesn't understand why, energetic and tireless, how did she know that a cake and a porridge contain the power and breath of Wen Gongzi's righteousness and brightness, and if you eat it, your natural skills will soar.

The butcher was so ugly that when he saw him, he didn't have the slightest idea of anything else, he just wanted to hurry back to the house and endorse it. That's good, too. Every time the butcher came to deliver meatloaf and vegetable porridge, Xiangxiang didn't even raise her head, ignoring the butcher as if he didn't exist.

This small house is surrounded by rockeries, and the rockeries are silent in the backyard garden where there is no edge, and only the sound of the butcher slaughtering cattle and sheep can be heard. Xiangxiang felt that she had never been so attentive since she was a child.

By the night of the seventh day, Xiangxiang was tired of backing books, her eyelids fought, she staggered to her feet, walked a few steps, her body was crooked, and she fell asleep on the bed, one foot still hanging in the air. She couldn't take care of it, so she fell asleep.

The butcher walked in, counted all the hundred books, and memorized them all.

The butcher removed the disguise, smiled and helped Xiangxiang put her legs in place, looked at it, stretched out his hands again, picked her up, and put her back on the couch to make her sleep more comfortable.

Xiangxiang snorted softly in her dream and scolded: "Hmph, butcher, the next time I see Wen Gongzi, I want to tell him that you actually beat me." ”

Wen Gongzi shook his head and said helplessly: "Make you meatloaf, boil porridge, and tell you books every day, you don't remember all these thousand benefits, you just remember that I beat you a few times." Those few strokes are just to make you remember a little longer. Without tempering, it is difficult to be of great use. ”

Xiangxiang was probably very tired and sleepy, and continued to talk in her dreams, "Brother Wen, I don't want to be the head of the family, I want to marry, marry, marry ......"

Wen Gongzi was stunned when he heard this. As soon as he turned around, he instantly regained the butcher's appearance, so that he could be with her with peace of mind.

He turned away, walked to the door, stopped, turned back again, slowly walked to the edge of the bed, and sat down.

He looked at her quietly for a long time. Under the moonlight, her eyes were slightly closed, her eyelashes were curled, her nose trembled slightly, and her cherry mouth seemed to be pouting, could it be that she was still angry?

There is nothing wrong with a little girl at this age thinking about getting married. However, you are different, you have a lot of responsibility, and many people are counting on you.

If you pay me for your infatuation, how many people will be sad and disappointed, and how many wicked people will applaud.

I'm older than you, and I can't be as ignorant as you.

He thought about it, but he still removed the disguise.

The handsome and elegant handsome boy stretched out a hand and gently stroked her smooth forehead, a wisp of green silk in his palm, gently rubbing.