When Lin Mubai came back from the next dynasty and learned from Zhan Shaofeng what happened in the study today, he only nodded and didn't say anything. When I returned to Xiangyuan and entered the house, I couldn't help but laugh when I finally laughed, and I didn't stop laughing for a quarter of an hour.

Mrs. Lin asked curiously, "What is so funny?" ”

Lin Mubai stood and asked the maid to change out of his court clothes and put on a homely moon-white robe, and then told Mrs. Lin what he heard today.

When Mrs. Lin heard Zhilan's accusation that her master was nostalgic for Hualou, she couldn't help but be surprised: "Lan'er really said that? ”

Lin Mubai smiled and nodded.

Mrs. Lin blushed and muttered, "Really...... The little girl's family is not ashamed to say this......"

"I can't imagine that our Lan'er has inherited your sharp teeth, madam!" Lin Mubai said with a smile.

Mrs. Lin glared at Lin Mubai with disgust, and then asked, "However, what Lan'er said is the truth?" ”

"I'll check, but I trust Lan'er's judgment. Originally, I only heard that this master was very good at teaching the ladies in the boudoir, and many families in the capital had hired him, so I invited him to be Lan'er's teacher. If this is the case, he must be replaced. ”

Mrs. Lin hid her face and said with a smile: "Even if he doesn't have those charms and charms, and has been practiced by Lan'er like this, do you think he will come again?" ”

"What I'm saying is that I'm afraid he will have to take a detour when he sees our Lan'er." Lin Mubai also quipped.

Afterwards, Lin Mubai sent Zhan Shaofeng to investigate, and learned that the master had an old and virtuous wife and three beautiful concubines in his family. According to the willow catkins, the old man will redeem her in a few days and become his fourth concubine.

"He doesn't look at his old look!" Liu Xu'er said so, and squinted at the handsome Zhan Shaofeng with those peach blossom eyes, and said delicately: "Why don't you - this young man, you ransom me?" ”

Zhan Shaofeng instinctively shuddered and took two steps back. I saw him take out a money bag from his bosom and throw it on the table, then he clenched his fists and said, "Thank you, girl, I will say goodbye." He hurried out of Liu Xu'er's room.

Liu Yu'er also chased to the door, raised her handkerchief at the young man's back, and shouted to herself: "If Lang Jun is short of money, the concubine can pay for it herself-"

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Now this master has changed. It is said that this time Lin Mubai re-invited a master surnamed Li for his daughter, this person was carefully selected, and there is absolutely no problem with character and talent.

Zhilan, who had just been on the loose for a few days, became depressed again when she heard the news. For her, whether these masters are Zhang San, Li Si or Wang Er Mazi, they are all the same Taoist gentlemen, and the knowledge they impart is nothing more than "Female Commandments", "Internal Training", "Female Analects", "Female Fan Jielu" and the like. With her pitiful ability to endure humiliation, it was impossible to endure this. However, if you use such means to drive away a master, Daddy will still invite another one. When will you take a break from this situation? After thinking about it, Zhilan decided to discuss this issue with her father.

At noon that day, Zhilan learned that Lin Mubai was practicing calligraphy in the study, so she trotted all the way to the study. Lin Mubai, who was writing, saw that her daughter was out of breath and broke in without waiting for the report, but she was startled by her, and hurriedly asked, "What's wrong?" ”

I saw Zhilan looking up at her father, and said with grievances: "Why did Daddy invite another master for Lan'er?" ”

It turned out to be running for this. Lin Mubai looked at her little face that was flushed from running all the way, and couldn't help but be angry and funny: "There is absolutely no problem with the master invited this time." ”

Zhilan didn't understand his affection, and pouted and said, "But Lan'er doesn't want people to teach ......."

Lin Mubai put down the pen and walked to the table, took Zhilan's hand and patiently explained to her: "Lan'er, there is a saying that 'if you don't raise it, it's your father's fault; If the teaching is not strict, the teacher will be lazy'. As the only daughter of the Lin family, you must have the demeanor of everyone in your words and deeds. ”

Seeing that Zhilan still looked reluctant, Lin Mubai finally said with a straight face: "What are you thinking, I actually understand." Daddy knows that you are gifted with extraordinary medical skills. That year, the princess fell asleep and woke up, you took the medicine, right? And you did the last time that the master contracted the cold, right? ”

Zhilan was shocked when she heard this, it turned out that her father knew what she had done! When he was frightened and frightened in his heart, he heard Lin Mubai continue: "Daddy doesn't object to you being good at medical skills, but after all, it's just a skill, not knowledge. Learning some rules is not a bad thing, and it will make you safer. He specially accentuated the words "safer", hoping that his daughter could understand his painstaking efforts.

Hearing this, Zhilan felt a little relieved, glad that she had an enlightened father who could understand the amazing things she had done, and even more glad that she didn't have to hide it too much from now on. But she thinks that without these pedantic masters, she can also be like a lady (at least in front of outsiders). So she said to her father again: "Thank you Daddy for thinking about Lan'er." But Lan'er herself will be careful. And Lan'er can read and write, so I don't have to ask outsiders to teach me how to read. The tone and expression were very resolute.

Lin Mubai looked at the little girl with pigtails but full of bold words with interest, and didn't feel funny, so he blurted out a joke: "If you can compose a poem within seven steps, your father will be exempted from your schoolwork." But in my heart, I secretly thought that this little girl would have to eat a little to be convinced. Alas, the child is too smart to teach.

Zhilan heard this, but her heart moved. Write a poem, and you'll never have to see those troublesome old pedancists again—it's a good deal! It's just that if she really wants to write poetry, she can't. Although she does not want to plagiarize the poems of her predecessors to make a name for herself, she still has to know how to do expediency when it is very important. But if you plagiarize the poems of your predecessors, which one is better? You must know that the Xi Dynasty she lives in is like a copycat version of a certain dynasty in ancient times, and many classics are similar to the ancient books of that world, but she can't say what it looks like that dynasty. What if you plagiarize a poem that already exists, wouldn't you miss the opportunity?

Just as Zhilan was thinking nonsense in her mind, Lin Mubai began to time: "One-two-"

was so anxious that Zhilan's six gods had no owner, and she was sweating, but she heard Lin Mubai still counting: "Six-seven-"

Unable to care about it so much, Zhilan hurriedly opened her mouth and groaned: "There are hundreds of flowers in spring, there is a moon in autumn, there is a cool breeze in summer and snow in winter. If there is nothing to worry about, it is a good time in the world. ”

After reciting this poem, Zhilan admired herself very much, why did she think of this poem in a flash, how appropriate and appropriate this theme and content should be. Now it's up to Daddy to say it. If it is unfortunate that this poem has appeared here, then I can only consider myself unlucky.