"Benefactor, I must repay you." Ye Liangchen hugged Murong Yan tighter, without the slightest intention of letting go.

Murong Yan was embarrassed: "The girl let go first, and I'll ask for it." ”

Hearing Murong Yan say this, Ye Liangchen let go of his hand, patted the dust on his body and stood up.

"Benefactor, you say, I'll listen." Ye Liangchen laughed shallowly, even the dimples were sweet.

Murong Yan was a little trance-like.

"That's good, girl, if you finish memorizing this "Female Commandment", you will repay my kindness." Murong Yan stood aside with his hand in his hand, looking a little helpless.

This girl is too skinny, and the woman should be gentle. Therefore, let her recite the "Female Commandment" in order to allow her to cultivate her self-cultivation.

"It's so simple, I will definitely recite it backwards, benefactor." Ye Liangchen said boldly, her eyes were full of determination.

It is really not difficult for Ye Liangchen to memorize this book. She'd memorized it before, but there were some things she had forgotten. It's just a refresher, very quickly.

"But what's your name, benefactor?" Ye Liangchen seemed to think of something, and then asked.

"Under Murong Yan." Murong Yan bowed down slightly, which was considered polite, and his every move was still humble and polite.

"My name is Ye Liangchen, your name is so good." Ye Liangchen said.

Murong Yan, Nan Zimu. I don't know why, these two people gradually coincided in Ye Liangchen's heart. Are the two of them the same person? It's still too similar.

"Good day, good name!" Murong Yan had a smile in his eyes, and there was a shallow pear nest on his face.

Murong Yan once heard a poem "Life can be entertained, take advantage of the beautiful scenery on a good day, green and red." He has an inexplicable affection for the word Liangchen, and he thinks her name is really good.

"Thank you for the compliment, I'll go and recite the "Female Commandments". Ye Liangchen actually didn't like this name very much, and he felt crepe. But she likes the name Murong Yan and feels very much in line with him.

"Girl, you don't have to call me a benefactor in the future, just call me Murong Yan." was called by a girl's benefactor to come and go, Murong Yan felt very embarrassed and a little helpless.

He frowned, his tone clear.

"Then can I call you Brother Murong? I don't think it's polite to call you by your name like that. Ye Liangchen said thoughtfully.

Although others are good, they can't kick their noses on their faces, and they can't open a dye room with some color. Ye Liangchen is still very clear in this regard.

Thinking of this, she silently picked up the "Female Commandment" and memorized it. However, Ye Liangchen has a problem, he never is quiet when he endorses. Rather, recite it aloud, noisy and loud!

Murong Yan just sat in front of the desk, carefully spread out a layer of paper, and polished the ink. As soon as he dipped a little ink with a soft brush, his hand shook by Ye Liangchen's voice, and a drop of ink fell onto the paper and rendered on the snow-white paper.

Murong Yan also had no intention of writing, put down the brush in his hand, and carefully looked at Ye Liangchen, who was sitting on the steps and reciting the book.

This girl is really strange. She is different from everyone's ladies, gentle and elegant. is also different from the market woman, who does not understand etiquette. But there is a temperament that understands the tone of poetry and books, and a character that does not follow the rules.

What kind of girl is this, Murong Yan was curious.

While Murong Yan was pondering, Ye Liangchen had already come to him with a book in one hand.

"Brother Murong, I'm done reciting, you can check it." Ye Liangchen handed the book to Murong Yan with a smile on his face.

"Okay, you carry it." Murong Yan stood up, standing with a gentle demeanor.

"Weakness comes first. The ancients gave birth to a daughter for three days, lay under the bed, made bricks, and fasted. Lying under the bed, it is clear that it is weak, and the Lord is also a person. Make the bricks, know its habits, and the Lord is on duty. Fasting to the ancestors, Ming should be the main sacrifice also. The three cover the common way of women, and the canons of etiquette teach ......" Ye Liangchen closed his eyes and let all the things he had memorized before come to mind. Between recitations, word by word, smooth and clear

Because of Ye Liangchen's meticulous and smooth back, Murong Yan was a little surprised.

His jade-like five palaces were surprised, and he smiled clearly: "The girl really has a good memory, and I really admire it." ”

Due to the length of the content, Murong Yan closed the book and said, "You rest first, and then memorize the remaining half later." ”

"It's okay, it's okay, I've memorized this before, but I think there are a lot of shortcomings in it." Ye Liangchen didn't hide it either, and said frankly.

"The girl also thinks that there are some things in this book that are quite inappropriate?" After Murong Yan heard this, his eyes flashed with starlight, as if he had met a confidant.

In fact, Ye Liangchen just wanted to say, why should women embarrass women!

"It's actually good, but it's not ......" Ye Liangchen didn't know what to say, and tried to prevaricate.

Suddenly saw a copy of "Book of Songs" on the desk, she ran over and took it in her hand.

"You also read this book, what a coincidence~", Ye Liangchen smiled dryly, trying to resolve the embarrassment for himself.

"I like it a lot, girl, do you see it too?" Murong Yan said. In fact, he couldn't figure out why this girl's brain circuit changed so quickly. One will be the "Female Commandment", and the other will be the "Book of Songs".

Murong Yan's face was full of helplessness.

Ye Liangchen looked at him awkwardly and stood aside fixedly. I wondered if he hated her anymore.

She nodded her head as an answer.

"Which one does the girl like?" Murong Yanruyu's face was still gentle, and his slender fingers swiped across the pages.

Ye Liangchen thought for a while and said: ""Peach Yao", the peach is dying, scorching its glory. ”

Hearing this, Murong Yan chuckled: "I like this one too, I'll play it to you." ”

After saying this, Murong Yan ordered someone to bring his piano, he threw off his robe and sat down, tuned the piano with his bare hands, and his fingertips danced on the strings.

After a while, the melodious sound of the piano came, like a spring in the mountains, flowing loudly, and from time to time naughtily stirring up the waves, touching the stones on the shore, saying hello, whispering, and then continuing to flow forward.

Ripples of music. The timbre is like a pool of clear water, clear and clear... Like a breeze on the lake on a summer night... It is relaxing and fresh in the heart.

The sound of the piano is really like "the peach is dying, scorching its glory." ”

Ye Liangchen blinked his eyes and clapped his hands vigorously.

This is also too good, this can be compared with Nan Zimu's little piano prince. It can even be said to be better. At this time, Ye Liangchen's heart was already turbulent, looking at his male god like a little fan girl.

"Wow, Brother Murong, your piano sound is really amazing, very tasteful." Ye Liangchen praised.

"The girl has won the prize." Murong Yan's eyes were gentle, and he stood up.

He was curious about the girl. What kind of girl is this? Although he understands poetry and books, he does not stick to etiquette.