When the sound of closing the door came again, Xiong Chao turned his head, slapped his hand on the table, looked at Shi Yiguang and glared: "You go home now, what if my father really smokes my "Qu Li" later?" As he spoke, Xiong Chao patted the bamboo scroll on the table: "I don't understand anything, I will be scolded!" ”

Shi Yiguang tilted his head, looked at Xiong Chao, and the corners of his mouth twitched: "What's the matter with me?" ”

Xiong Chao was stunned when he heard this, and looked at Shi Yiguang incredulously: "What did you say?" ”

Shi Yiguang looked at Xiong Chao squarely, and replied without waves: "I said, will you do it, what does it matter to me?" As he spoke, he picked up the scroll he had brought from under the bookcase, put it in his arms, and added, "I'm just a reader, not a teacher." ”

"Aren't you your father's doorman?" Xiong Chao propped his hands on the table, looked at Shi Yiguang and frowned and asked.

"But it's just a squire." Shi Yiguang put the scroll away and looked up at Xiong Chao and replied.

Xiong Chao pursed his lips and looked at Shi Yiguang's dark face. After a while, he threatened: "I am the master, if you dare not listen to me, I don't want you." ”

Shi Yiguang sneered when he heard this, his apricot eyes were crooked, and he looked at Xiong Chao: "I'm not a slave, Gongzi Chao." With that, he stood up, patted his crumpled clothes, and then turned around, and walked out of the house without stopping for half a moment.

Xiong Chao stared at Shi Yiguang, who walked neatly and briskly, without any delay.

"Wait!"

When Shi Yiguang heard this, he stopped walking to the wooden screen. She turned and looked at Xiong Chao.

"How can you speak?" Xiong Chao leaned over and looked at Shi Yiguang in front of him, and asked with a dark face.

If he could, he certainly didn't want to be so quiet. It's just that when my uncle comes later, if I follow my father to learn from him, it will be bad if I can't answer.

Shi Yiguang looked at Xiong Chao, stretched out his hand, compared his index finger, and shook it at Xiong Chao: "One question, one money." ”

"A penny?" Xiong Chao looked at Shi Yiguang and grinned, "You want a penny?" ”

Shi Yiguang looked at him and asked instead of answering: "One question is a money, and it will be settled every Tuyao Day." Should it be or shouldn't? (Note 1)

Xiong Chao straightened his body a little and looked at Shi Yiguang's flat mouth: "Hmph, can I still send you money?" As he spoke, he straightened the bamboo roll in front of him on the table a little: "Come on, let's talk." ”

The corners of Shi Yiguang's mouth were hooked, and his eyes were crooked. He turned around and sat down next to the table, and took out his bamboo roll from his bosom.

"Well, listen, I'll only speak once. Ask again to calculate the money. ”

The sound of the biblical interpretation in the room sounded, it was still the voice of a child, and some of the glutinous voices listened to it, a little like a girl. But no one cares about this detail.

The little slave guarding the door leaned against the door, listening to the obscure scriptures in the house, and his eyelids became heavier. Yawn one after the other.

Before a quarter of noon, Shi Yiguang put away the bamboo roll and walked towards the outside of Ling Yin's mansion. The second son, Xiong Chao, also went to the reception hall.

Shi Yiguang returned home, and the home was empty and quiet. The dog I bought in the early morning was tethered under the eaves and curled up and napping.

Shi Yiguang cleaned up the dog shit next to him, and made dog food and put it aside. Then he crouched next to the dog and stared at the little black dog with half-open eyes.

The dog was half-open, looking at Shi Yiguang, and his body was about to move.

Shi Yiguang stretched out his hand and gently touched the hair on its neck.

"What's your name?" Shi Yiguang looked at the little black dog and muttered to himself.

After thinking for a while, Shi Yiguang didn't think about it, so he exhaled: "I'll get it for you when I think of it." With that, he got up and went back into the house.

After eating a little bit, Shi Yiguang sat next to the desk in the room, first turned his head to look at the sky, and it was not yet noon. Then he turned around and picked up the ancient books on the table and began to read them.

For more than a year, Mr. Sun and An Yang have tried their best to teach her. Especially Anyang. Every day, in addition to meals, she was carefully taught various scriptures and meanings. Now when I read other books, I can understand the meaning of ten lines at a glance.

Outside, the trees grew more and more lonely. When the autumn wind blows, the withered yellow leaves fall.

The courtyard was very quiet, like an empty house uninhabited.

Shi Yiguang sat for an hour and a half.

At the middle of Shenzhong, Shi Yiguang walked out of the courtyard, locked it, and walked towards the path outside the courtyard.

The capital of Chu was bustling with activity. Even on the path, there are no stoppers coming and going.

When Shi Yiguang stopped, he was already standing outside a courtyard.

She stood outside the fence and looked at the jujube trees in the yard, with large red dates on them, which were very attractive.

"Hey, what are you doing?"

When asked about the voice, Shi Yiguang tilted his head and looked at a childish child who stood up at some point behind the fence, his eyes bulging and staring at him.

Shi Yiguang didn't respond, just lowered his head, took out a piece of cloth from his arms, and unfolded it.

Is this it?

She looked at the cloth, and then looked up at the path of the house next to her.

"Excuse me..."Shi Yiguang asked, turning his head to look at the pigtailed child: "Is this Mr. Chen Yin's house?" ”

The little boy looked at Shi Yiguang and nodded: "Yes, what are you doing?" ”

When Shi Yiguang heard this, his expressionless face softened, and he smiled lightly at the child: "I am a student of Mr. and I am here to visit Mr. As he spoke, he respectfully took out a piece of cloth from his bosom and handed it to the child.

Xiao'er looked at Shi Yiguang, hesitantly stretched out her right hand, took the cloth she handed over with a slightly slow movement, and said, "Then you wait." ”

Shi Yiguang's gaze swept over Xiao'er's right arm and nodded.

The child raised his feet and ran towards the house in the courtyard.

Shi Yiguang stood upright outside the courtyard, crossed his hands in front of his hips, his back bent slightly, and quietly watched the child run into the house.

The house was in the courtyard, but it was only ten paces.

But this sentence, looking at the cloth, it didn't come out after half an hour.

If you don't say it, you won't even make a move. I didn't say a word.

Shi Yiguang thinks that his concentration is good, but he has been left to dry for a long time and no one has said a word, and he is also a little impatient.

She lifted her foot and stomped it. Her numb feet made her move a little stiff. She took a step forward, approached the fence of the fence, and while watching the movement in the yard, she lifted her foot, put her head on the fence, and began to press down.

Even though it is past autumn, it is still hot when the sun is bright. Luckily, the sun wasn't too big today, just sweltering.

But it was this sultry, and it was also hot, and Shi Yiguang had a nameless fire in his heart.

While pressing his legs, he looked into the room, and at the same time exhaled the turbidity in his heart.

She has to endure and wait.

Be well-behaved and wait.

This is the person recommended by Mr. Sun, who is Mr. Sun? She naturally knew it in her heart. The person he told her, even if she hadn't heard of the name of this Chen Yin, was definitely a capable person.

Shi Yiguang pressed his anxious temperament while pressing his legs and waiting.