Shi Yiguang stood outside the fence, looking at Chen Yin's suddenly lonely back, feeling a little strange in his heart.

Xiao'er, who followed Chen Yin, ran back, stood outside the fence door, and looked at Shi Yiguang: "Hey, boy, aren't you leaving, Mr. said he wouldn't accept you." ”

Shi Yiguang turned his head, his gaze swept over him, and he didn't stop looking.

She looked at the door of the room in the courtyard and muttered softly, "Hold on." After finishing speaking, Wangtian sighed.

"Tell my husband, if she doesn't accept me, from tomorrow onwards, I will sit outside the courtyard with a mat and a scroll every day after noon until she accepts me as a disciple." Shi Yiguang said, and no longer looked at the child who looked at her with disgust.

Turn around and walk the way you came.

She never believed in luck.

From the very beginning, he appeared in Ramie Village, whether he was stalking or pestering, he missed Confucius and pestered Mr. Sun. She has come to this point step by step. walked into Ling Yin's Mansion and became a half inconspicuous doorman who could barely make ends meet on his own.

Now that Mr. Sun is all gone, the only person who recommended him must not be an ordinary person. Naturally, she has to work hard to climb up. And he still learns archery.

What about archery.

She was afraid of being questioned.

She Shi Yiguang has always been an unscrupulous villain for her own interests. What's more, stalking is not a matter of hurting nature and unscrupulous means.

Therefore, this Chen Yin, she is entangled.

After returning home, Shi Yiguang read a book at night and saw Chouchu, and the candlelight was about to burn out in the middle of the night, so he turned off the lights and fell asleep.

If Mr. Sun wants to survive on her own, she must spend 120,000 points of effort and study.

The next morning, when the autumn flowers were blooming, Shi Yiguang was wearing a blue-gray cloth coat, standing outside the house, thinking for a while, but still found a gray cloth and wrapped a green silk.

Men have fifteen strands of hair, twenty and a crown. Although she is not yet fifteen, as soon as Mr. Sun leaves, her identity in Ling Yin's mansion is a doorman. As a doorman, it is natural to have the appearance of a doorman.

Pretend to be upright, too.

Shi Yiguang pursed his lips, leaned over, looked at the Jian (Note 1) placed on the low soil, and took a photo.

Seeing that although the inside of this book was open, it was still as bright as Qiuhua's face, Shi Yiguang frowned.

She raised her hand, stroked the creamy skin on her face, and sighed. He turned his head back to the house and picked up the yellow mud that Mr. Sun often asked her to wipe.

In front of Jian, it was wiped evenly on the face. Shi Yiguang nodded with satisfaction.

After feeding the little black dog, Shi Yiguang only then went to the Yin Mansion and ordered Yin Fu to go.

He will walk through the gate of the mansion and see someone waiting for him behind him. Raise your eyes and take a look, it turned out to be the third girl of the Yin Mansion.

"Sir, you're here." Mi Qiu stepped forward with a skirt in one hand and a bamboo roll in the other.

Shi Yiguang walked forward, looked at Miqiu who walked to his side, and did not speak.

Miqiu seemed to be accustomed to Shi Yiguang's retination, and he didn't wait for him to make a sound, so he said straightforwardly: "I don't know a little here, so I'm here to ask Mr. As he spoke, he picked up the bamboo scroll in his hand and unfolded it in front of Shi Yiguang.

Shi Yiguang lowered his eyebrows and glanced at the bamboo scroll she was pointing to.

"The saint values virtue and practices etiquette, which is the etiquette of preaching." Shi Yiguang said expressionlessly, while continuing to walk forward.

After speaking, a meal. Then he turned his head and looked at Miqiu who was following on the side.

"What's wrong?" Mi Qiu looked at Shi Yiguang and raised his eyebrows and wondered.

Shi Yiguang shook his head, turned around and continued to walk forward.

That's it, this question should be free, don't want her money.

"And what about the problem?" Miqiu on the side suddenly caught up, and pointed to another line on the bamboo scroll and asked.

Shi Yiguang pursed his lips, then quickly regained his upright appearance, turned his head and glanced at it, and said: "The way of being a minister and a wife, being loyal to a minister, and being a virtuous wife." ”

"Oh, that's what it means." Miqiu's sudden appearance. As she spoke, she looked down at the bamboo scroll in her hand, then slowly rolled it up, turned her head and looked at Shi Yiguang with a smile, with a look of admiration: "Mr. Bingwen is as powerful as the second brother, he knows everything." ”

Shi Yiguang secretly rolled his eyes: "Your second brother, what do you understand?" ”

Xiong Chao that straw bale, it's still powerful, what's so powerful? Draw a woman's nakedness/body.

Hearing Shi Yiguang's words, Miqiu turned his head to look at Shi Yiguang and exclaimed, "Oh my God, you don't know how powerful the second brother is." He understands everything, and he reads through poetry, books, worlds, and languages on weekdays, and is upright and polite. Who has been in contact with him not to say a word? ”

Saying that, Miqiu sighed: "It's just that I'm a little indifferent and don't like to make friends with people." ”

Shi Yiguang laughed when she heard it, and she didn't know if it was mockery, she turned her head to look at Miqiu: "Then your second brother is so powerful, how can you mix with these thorns like Duan Shuyu?" ”

Hearing this, Mi Qiu raised his eyebrows, and replied without thinking about it: "The second brother is the most serious and dignified on weekdays, so he can't see Duan Shuyu and them making trouble everywhere." So I gave up my time to read and looked at them. ”

Shi Yiguang smiled when he heard this, and then said no more.

Looking at Shi Yiguang's smile, Mi Qiu straightened his eyes. In the past, the black and yellow inconspicuous man, how could he laugh for a moment, there were some, some ...... Indescribably good-looking?

Not long after the two of them walked towards the mansion, a servant next to them bent forward and saluted Miqiu: "Three girls." After that, he turned his head to look at Shi Yiguang, and saluted again: "But Mr. Bingwen?" ”

Shi Yiguang nodded.

When the servant saw this, he said, "The second son went to Lord Lingyin's big study to listen to the class, and let you go directly to the big study room to wait." ”

Hearing this, Shi Yiguang nodded, then turned around and walked towards another road.

Mi Qiu stood in place, looking at Shi Yiguang's back, holding the scroll in his hand, and muttered, "Then I'll go to school." ”

Shi Yiguang didn't turn around, nor did he reply.

Mi Qiu stuck out his tongue, looked at the back of Shi Yiguang's head tied with a cloth bag, and suddenly frowned: "Mr. Bingwen, have you passed the year of bundling your hair?" ”

"Not really." Seeing this, the little maid on the side also looked at Shi Yiguang, who was walking away, and followed the response.

Mi Qiu glanced at Shi Yiguang again, his eyes were shining, and he said adoringly: "It's really amazing to be as knowledgeable as Jiguandu." ”

"Ahem." Seeing this, the maid on the side coughed twice, and then reached out to take the bamboo scroll in Miqiu's hand: "Girl, it's time to go to school." ”

It doesn't matter if you have a son-in-law, where can you be such a man.

Hearing this, Mi Qiu seemed to remember: "Oh no, I should be late today!" As he spoke, he turned around and lifted the corner of his skirt and ran to the other side.

The sky is high and the clouds are light, and the sun is shining.

It's the middle of autumn, and it's very comfortable to be lukewarm.

When Shi Yiguang walked outside the big study in the house, the teacher inside was smoking. Coincidentally, it was Xiong Chao who smoked.

Xiong Chao's voice was warm, not hurried, but calm, but calm. The two questions and answers were answered smoothly, but there was no ambiguity.

Shi Yiguang stood expressionlessly outside the big study, hanging his head, half-furrowed eyebrows, and looked respectful. On the other side, he listened quietly to the voices inside.