Wang Caiqi smiled, his bright eyes wandered for a long time, and he said slowly: "Thank you!"

Mrs. Xu took Wang Caiqi's hand, and the two smiled.

"Let's take a look!" Mrs. Xu said softly, slowly stood up, and slowly walked towards the inner room.

Wang Caiqi looked at her back and smiled.

Listening to the sound outside the West Courtyard again, it was dark, shouting and wailing, and it was already a mess.

Today, the wonders of Beijing, the scorching sun, the green mountains and green trees, the weather is warm, and the students have started the spring of the year and started to go to school.

One of the most prestigious enlightenment private schools in Beijing, Mr. Teaching is a well-known family, and the Lin family, which has been in charge of the cabinet for generations, is the only school founded by his descendant Lin Qiong.

Lin Qiong's elder brother Guan Bai Yipin, who is the emperor's teacher, is an old man in the cabinet, and belongs to a pivotal figure.

Lin Qiong, who was white-bearded, took the students and walked slowly around the private school with a healthy body.

Lin Qiong believes that reading can't read dead books, Xu has to exercise, learn in the future, and become an official in the court, so he can bear the heavy things in the court, so he took this group of twelve or thirteen-year-old hairy children, in addition to reading every day, that is, walking, climbing, and sometimes taking them to spring and outings.

Walking to the west corner of a Qionghua tree, Mr. Lin Qiong was relieved, with one hand behind his back, brushing his beard, looking at Qionghua, stopped, and said loudly: "I have to see Qionghua today, write a poem for a limited time, if it is good, I will reward him with a high-quality brush!"

The students all had dark faces, pouted one after another, bowed their heads, turned around, and took Mr.'s words as a body of wind, blowing coldly.

Seeing that no one answered, Lin Qiong turned around in confusion, and saw that the disciples showed embarrassment and strange expressions on their faces one by one, turned their faces together, and hummed: "Hmph! Let you endorse the book on weekdays, let you be enlightened by the sound law, you will be lazy, now you know that it is embarrassing? Do it for me, even if you are counting petals, you have to make a poem for me, if you can't do it, copy the sound rhythm enlightenment a hundred times!"

This punishment is ruthless enough, the sound rhythm enlightenment is a lot of words, difficult and difficult to memorize, and it is not easy to memorize, and it is not easy to memorize, and if you copy it a hundred times, it will not cost half a life.

The disciples smiled bitterly, and one by one began to stare at Qionghua with big eyes, either looking for what green plants matched, wind flowers and snow moons, butterflies and bees, or something, or they had a beginning.

The tallest disciple, holding back his flushed face, looked at Qionghua, and stumbled and said: "The clouds of the morning sun are clustered, and the Qionghua and begonias ......are blooming in spring."

"Hmm, hmm......" Lin Qiong touched her beard, nodded frequently, and shook her head as if savoring.

The tall disciple who was encouraged was immediately excited, and continued: "It's all to blame for the heavens' ...... not being beautiful."

"Huh?" This seemed to arouse Lin Qiong's curiosity, turned around, looked at him appreciatively, and motioned for him to continue.

The tall disciple blushed again, muttered for a long time, quickly glanced at the grass behind the Qionghua tree, and a flash of inspiration flashed in his mind: "The green bed flower quilt covers Jiao Niang!"

"Huh, Jiao Niang?" Lin Qiong didn't hear it, and stared at the tall disciple with a majestic gaze, but saw the disciple pointing at the white flowers in the green grass under the Qionghua tree with a shocked face.

didn't have time to comment on the disciple's poems, Lin Qiong looked at the disciple's fingers, and her eyes widened in surprise for a while.

"Moral turpitude, insulting Sven, hum!" Mr. Lin Qiong's old face turned red and black, his sleeves flicked, his eyes widened, and he shouted: "Get out!"

The white flowers are a man and a woman lying in each other's arms, looking at the happy expression.

Under the Qionghua, there is an insult to Sven.

Mr. Lin Qiong's voice was yelling at his disciples, these children he taught were all thirteen or fourteen-year-old children, although most of these children were served by maids in the house, and some were afraid that they had already tasted the sweetness, but in the eyes of this old pedantic, it was still dazzling.

"Report to the official, go and report to me!" Old Mr. Lin Qiong roared angrily, and directly ordered the tall disciple to report to the official.

The disciple hesitated, but under the awe-inspiring and angry gaze of the gentleman, he trotted away.

The other disciples turned their backs to the men and women, walking back, some of them looked back with itchy hearts, but they looked at Mr. Shang's stern reproachful eyes, and there were two words written in their eyes, copy the book!

Whoever looks back and copies the book a hundred times.

Although Lin Qiong is old, after all, she teaches all the year round, and her voice is loud, and under the roar, the couple who hugged each other and slept have not woken up.

This made Lin Qiong even more annoyed.

Next to his academy, under his nose, there was someone cheating, and ...... It's hard to tell.

"Endorsement!" Under his anger, Lin Qiong took all his anger out on his disciples.

A moment later, the tall disciple came with the messenger, and it turned out that not long after he ran out, he encountered the forbidden soldiers and horses who were patrolling, and he ran in a panic, his face was flushed, like a thief who had just stolen, and his heart was weak and frightened.

Under the interrogation of the forbidden army, he blushed and stammered, and then he came with someone.

This team, which belongs to the fifty percent of the soldiers and horses under the jurisdiction of the forbidden army, heard that there was such a scandalous thing, and one by one they were eager to come, and thirty or fifty of them came to Hulala.

This battle scared the disciples into trembling.

The soldiers of the Terracotta Division are all rough men, they will not pity the jade, and the group looked at the sleeping two, and then patted the faces of the two.

"Bang bang!" the slap was louder than a slap in the face.

"Huh, what's wrong...... Ah......h

"What are you doing, who are you? Get out, get out!" Wang Caiping finally woke up from her sleep, picked up her clothes in a panic, and screamed in a panic.

In the exclamation, the knife marks on her neck rippled like waves, which was very terrifying.

In the fog, Liu Xizhi also opened his eyes, a little panicked, but quickly sobered up, his face was pale, and he roared angrily: "Who are you, get out, I am Liu Xizhi, the son of the Ministry of Works, you all get out!"

"Tut-tut, the son of Shangshu of the Ministry of Industry came out to steal people, whose girl is this kidnapping?" A soldier ruffian stepped forward, hooked Wang Caiping's chin with one hand, looked up and down, and his eyes were full of silver evil.

"The little face looks good, what a sign, but this scar on the neck, tsk, it's too ugly!"

"That's it!" the crowd agreed.

Wang Caiping's face turned pale, she put on her clothes haphazardly, and cried bitterly.

"Whose house are you?" someone asked her.

Wang Caiping cried.

"Tsk, she's still a capable girl, huh, brothers, let's ...... today. Happy, happy?"

"I haven't seen such an immoral thing in many years, these two people are too bold!"

One by one, the soldiers turned into ruffians as if they had been clicked on some evil button.

"Get out, bring everyone and get out of here, don't insult my holy place of study!" Lin Qiong roared angrily and shouted, and the soldiers and ruffians present shook at the same time.

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