Shun Yu paved the rice paper, selected a sheep's hair, moistened the water and dipped it in ink, thought about it slightly, and wrote the word "drunk" on his wrist.

She has her own wishful thinking, the more strokes the more it can reflect the clumsiness of the pen, presumably Lord Shen has seen it, and thinks that the child is not teachable, so it is unknown to dispel the idea of letting her practice calligraphy.

A dark shadow obscured half of the candle flame, and Shun Yu's snort drilled into the man's faint sandalwood fragrance, I am afraid that it was contaminated when he worshipped in the Confucian Temple.

With a slight glance without a trace, Shen Zetang was already standing in front of the table, close to her side by side, and the word "drunk" was on the thin edge of his back hand.

Shen Zetang is very tall, and he only touches his chest, like a weak rabbit.

Shun Yu's breath was suffocating, his throat was a little hoarse, he swallowed his saliva, and quietly moved a few steps to the side to distance themselves from each other.

Shen Zetang didn't seem to notice it, he was picking out a black lacquer gilt wolf's hair, posing in a posture of holding the pen, leaning over half of his body slightly, and after hanging his elbow for a few strokes, the word "drunk" jumped on the paper, soft and elegant, and the writing was very good-looking.

It is said that words are like people, but he is the most inconsistent.

Wearing civilian official clothes, he is very elegant, who knows how the body under the official uniform is dazzling.

In the previous life, he would also teach her to learn words, but he always gave up halfway, and would suddenly pick her up the whole waist, easily, she struggled in every way, so angry that her hands were red, and he couldn't help it, when his strength was used up, he smiled deeply, and he would repay him the most, just how fierce she beat him, how fierce he bullied her, so ruthless, how to make her hurt.

I really shouldn't think about the chaotic picture, Shun Yu only felt that in her body, there were flames that were scattered and would not be extinguished, and they were ignited again, and the more they burned, the more vigorous they became, and they would eventually become a fire in the sky, burning all her three souls and six souls.

It's useless for her to be crazy, but she can't show this person's eyes.

Finally scared in his heart, Shun Yu looked at the window in a panic, I don't know when, a round of full moon light and shadow has been coldly sprinkled on the lattice, shaking off the bright and clear light.

Hearing Shen Zetang say with a smile: "You write well, but it's not right to choose sheep, you should choose both." He said and picked up one and handed it to Shun Yu: "This kind of pen is soft and the core is long, hard and long and covered on it, the words written are soft and slightly rigid, rigid and soft, and the pen will be much more free." ”

and asked her to rewrite the word "drunk" again.

Shun Yu only felt that he was lifting a stone and smashing his own feet, what is not to pick, but to pick a lot of strokes of the word "drunk" to write!

She hid her trembling hand behind her, took a few steps back, and tried her best to calm down: "It's getting late, Lord Song is still waiting outside, there is something to discuss with the adult, and let the students retire first." “

After finishing speaking, he hurriedly shook his legs and walked towards the door.

"Wait!" Shen Zetang frowned, and opened his mouth to stop her: "How can you give up halfway, I'm not in a hurry, why are you in a hurry?" Write it again, and I'll give you a little guidance, so that it will be much easier for you to practice calligraphy in the future. “

Shun Yu couldn't do it anymore, so he had to go back to the table.

Wipe off the thin sweat on your forehead, shake your head to make yourself sober, then take a deep breath, hold the ink and the ink tightly, lift the pen, and ........ horizontally and vertically.

"You should use a little bit of strength to float around." Shen Zetang walked behind her and said, there was no improvement, so he simply stretched out his right hand and wrapped her hand holding the pen: "It is important to walk the pen at the vertical bend, the more you come out, the looser ........!" “

Shun Yu knows that he is finished!

I couldn't control it anymore and couldn't get close to him, my weak back rubbed little by little, until it was tightly clinging to Shen Zetang's warm and undulating chest, and the man's majestic and masculine breath became stronger and stronger, like an old vinegar, soaking her tender bones, soft and shapeless, and it was simply sour.

Shen Zetang suddenly stopped talking, he quietly let go of the young man's hand, took a step back quietly, the young man in his arms turned around, followed one step, took another step, followed another step, his foot touched the edge of the official hat chair, and simply sat down.

He wanted to see what the boy wanted!

...............

"It turns out that Feng Shunyu is a little Yu Tao." The voice was very gentle, with slender calloused fingers, sliding over her face, and the coldness on the fingertips made Shun Yu trance, regaining a wisp of consciousness, and she suddenly realized how bad the situation in front of her was.

Shen Zetang sat lazily on the back of the chair, pursed the corners of her mouth as if she was not smiling, and her deep eyes reflected her shameless appearance.

She was sitting on the man's sturdy thighs, her two slender legs swinging at his waist, and the strip of cloth wrapped around her chest seemed to be about to burst, so that she couldn't help but straighten her body, biting her lip as if begging him: "Why don't you push me away!" It's good for you and me! “

"Why push it away?"

Shen Zetang's expression was unusually kind, but his eyes were as cold as frost, and his tone was even more indifferent: "Feng Shunyu, I want to see how far you can go." “

This person is really bad, and he really doesn't have half of Xu Lan's goodness.

"You want to see me wander, okay, just do it for you."

Shun Yu's consciousness drifted away again, and his brain was very chaotic, only knowing that his eyes were foggy, his scarlet mouth opened slightly, and he sneered and chuckled.

Shen Zetang was suddenly a little stunned, how could such a beautiful young man, looking at the charming face on his face, be more charming than a woman? !

At this moment, he suddenly felt a chill in his chest, looked down, and his face changed instantly.

I don't know when the official uniform on his body was ripped off from the outside to the inside, when did this hateful Feng Shunyu, that little mouth, lean on the ....... of his chest!

.............

Xu Lan was still waiting outside, in fact, Feng Shunyu was doing something to him, but he was just a classmate, and he couldn't talk about being very intimate.

He is simply salty and eats turnips and cares lightly.

He got up no less than five or six times, and even when he walked out of the Confucian Temple, he could smell the aroma of food wafting from the dining hall, but he scolded himself again.

It's just anxiety and a premonition that something is going to happen.

Song Mu and Wu Pu were so hungry that they couldn't stand it, so they went to eat together.

Xu Lanyuan sat on the chair in a regular manner, sat in front of the door at the back, listened to the movement inside, and first there was the sound of you talking back and forth, the light touch of throwing a pot and pouring tea, the sound of shoes walking back and forth, the sound of chairs colliding and rubbing, and the sound ........of laughter and wheezing.

Laughing gasps!

Sure enough, something is wrong, Feng Shunyu, that little sissy, dares to seduce Lord Shen, and dying a hundred times is not enough!

Xu Lan stood up and wanted to rampage, but he immediately paused, was silent, and then said loudly: "Lord Shen, student Xu Lan is in a hurry. ”

Before the words fell, he had already pushed the door in, but when he saw Lord Shen sitting in the chair, Feng Shunyu stood with his back against the table, his hands clenched the edge of the table, and it seemed that he would fall down softly at any time.

"What do you want?" Shen Zetang's face was gloomy, and his tone was quite unkind.