In the afternoon, Feng Yu was so hungry that he couldn't help but open the door, only to see a bowl of steaming soup and a plate of pastries at the door.

Feng Yu swallowed his saliva, and didn't care about the anger of the still giving birth to Yue Qingge, he directly grabbed the pastry and devoured it.

After all this time, why is the soup still hot?

Feng Yu drank it in one gulp and burped. What kind of soup is this, it's quite delicious. It's just that there are too few pastries, only a few pieces, where is there enough to eat?

"If you want to give, give more, it's really stingy. Feng Yu pursed his lips and was about to close the door, when he suddenly saw a green shadow appear at the door, and couldn't help but be startled: "Ouch mom, Shangxian walks without making a sound?"

Yue Qingge glanced at the clean dishes, and her eyebrows moved slightly: "Haven't you eaten enough?"

After eating others, he complained that others gave less, and was heard by the other party, Feng Yu was quite embarrassed, but he still put on a cold face on his face: "I'm not like Shangxian, I can go without eating all day long." ”

"You haven't become an immortal yet, the things here, it's not good to eat too much at once, just don't be hungry. ”

"Oh. "Dare you or do it for me?" Feng Yu raised his eyebrows.

"You come with me. ”

Afterwards, Yue Qingge took Feng Yu to the study and gave him a booklet: "You read this book again, and ask me if you don't understand." ”

"Reading a book?"

"Hmm. Yue Qingge pointed to the desk and motioned for Feng Yu to sit down.

Feng Yu opened the book suspiciously, and it turned out that this was a book of concentration.

Inside, it gradually fell silent, and only the faint sound of flipping books could be heard. Feng Yu propped his head and glanced up at Yue Qingge from time to time. What book do you want me to read?

"Concentrate on it, I'll test you later. If you can't answer, copy the whole book. ”

The words floated in, Feng Yu hurriedly sat up straight, and began to read seriously.

After half a pillar of incense, Yue Qingge raised her eyes, and saw Feng Yu biting her fingers and frowning, so she asked, "What's wrong?"

Feng Yu subconsciously raised his hand: "Report to the teacher, I don't understand here." ”

Yue Qingge was stunned: "What?"

"Forehead ......" Feng Yu sweated darkly, pointed to a certain section of the book and laughed dryly, "Shangxian, I don't understand here." ”

Yue Qingge leaned forward and carefully explained the meaning of the sentence to Feng Yu. Feng Yu was bored when he listened, turned his eyes to look at Yue Qingge, and saw that the other party's thin lips were gently opened and closed, and the slightly convex Adam's apple moved one after another, and then down, there was a slightly open collar, and the white skin color like jade and a little collarbone exposed...... Feng Yu was a little distracted, and couldn't help but think of the scene in the water again.

In fact, he doesn't remember a lot of the dream created by Mengguo, but he only remembers the scene when he finally entered the water. And this scene will never be forgotten for the rest of my life.

"What are you looking at?" Yue Qingge noticed Feng Yu's gaze.

Feng Yu came back to his senses suddenly, and blurted out three words: "There are mosquitoes!" said that he stretched out his hand and slapped it, directly hitting Yue Qingge's chest.

Suddenly, both of them were stunned. Feng Yu retracted his hand with a "whoosh" and sneered: "Really, there are really mosquitoes." ”

Yue Qingge's eyebrows frowned slightly, and she got up and said, "Repeat what I just said, and if there is any mistake, copy the whole book." ”

“......”

Night. Feng Yu was lying on the table, and the hand holding the brush kept shaking: I really couldn't write anymore, and my hand was about to break. This bastard is too ruthless, and he really asked him to copy the book from beginning to end, isn't that torturous?

"Finished copying?" At this time, Yue Qingge came over with a bowl of hot soup.

Feng Yu said quietly: "No." ”

"Drink the soup first, and then copy it when you're done. ”

"Shangxian, I know it's wrong, I promise to read the book carefully and listen to your explanation, and forget the rest, right? Feng Yu looked pitiful.

"I'll see how much you've copied. Yue Qingge said, picking up the paper on the table.

"Hey, wait......" Before the words fell, I saw a piece of paper falling out of it. Feng Yu hurriedly went to grab it, but was unexpectedly taken away by Yue Qingge first.

"What is this painting?" Yue Qingge looked at the painting on the paper with a faint expression, just like the last painting, it was also a person with a big head and a small body, but the difference was that this little man had a turtle painted on his face.

"Uh...... Yes, yes......" Feng Yu rolled his eyes, "It's me, didn't I draw a turtle on my face last time?" Ha, Ha, Ha......" Feng Yu "Ha" said twice, seeing Yue Qingge's eyes looking at him calmly, he hurriedly shut up.

"Why is your head so big and your body so small?"

"This is the cute version, don't you think it looks fun?"

Yue Qingge's eyes moved slightly, and she looked at Feng Yu fixedly, as if she had thought of something through him.

"Immortals?"

"Who taught you to draw that?"

"Just our people there. ”

"Where are you there?"

"Didn't you tell Shangxian last time, Cai County. ”

Yue Qingge looked at Feng Yu deeply and didn't say anything more. Seeing this, Feng Yu cautiously asked, "Shangxian, can I stop copying books?"

"Then I won't copy it. However, since you said that this painting is painted by yourself," Yue Qingge said, pasting the piece of paper directly on Feng Yu's forehead, "Then stick it well, and you are not allowed to pick it up tonight." ”

...... "Can I curse?"

Yue Qingge looked at the black face at the bottom of the pot behind the painting, and couldn't help but bend her eyebrows.

......

In the next two days, Yue Qingge forced Feng Yu to read several books, and Feng Yu's eyes were sour.

Early this morning, Feng Yu fell asleep in a daze, and suddenly heard a pleasant sound of the piano. The sound of the piano, gently and shallowly like a stream flowing through my heart, seems to be somewhat familiar.

Feng Yu was puzzled, washed up and followed the sound of the piano. When I came to the backyard, I saw that under the pink and white flower tree, Yue Qingge was wearing a light cyan robe, and was stroking the piano with low eyebrows. The faint sunlight sprinkles down, turning that touch of coldness into a soft painting.

Feng Yu froze, and then rolled his eyes: pretending to be forced.

Suddenly, the sound of the piano stopped abruptly. Yue Qingge raised her eyes, and in an instant, her eyes like a clear spring fell into Feng Yu's eyes.

"Up?"

"Well, it's early. Feng Yu hurriedly smiled, "What kind of song did Shangxian play? ”

Yueqingge plucked the strings: "My favorite tune." ”

"Oh, I guess I've heard it somewhere. ”

Yue Qingge's fingertips were slightly sluggish, and she glanced at Feng Yu: "Do you know how to touch the qin?"

"Yes. ”

Yue Qingge got up: "Let's play a section." ”

Feng Yu followed his words and played an ancient tune at random. Yue Qingge looked at Feng Yu's fingering, and her eyes gradually deepened.

"Who taught you?"

Naturally, my mother taught me. Feng Yu's eyes flashed: "No one taught, I learned it secretly when I was in the chess club." ”

Yue Qingge raised her eyebrows lightly: "What you have learned in the chess club is really a lot." ”

Feng Yu was a little weak-hearted, but said on his face: "That's it, I'm naturally smart, and I can learn it." ”

"Oh?" Yue Qingge hooked her lips, "You can learn everything as soon as you learn it?"

Feng Yu raised his chin: "Hmm!"

"Then have you memorized the books you have been asked to read in the past two days?"

"Poor...... Almost. At the mention of this, Feng Yu's tone instantly weakened a lot.

"Good. Yue Qingge turned her hands and suddenly cast a spell to clasp Feng Yu's wrist.

"Shangxian, what are you doing?"

"What is the third excerpt from the book I read yesterday morning?"

Feng Yu thought for a while: "Gather qi inside, concentrate on the heart, the exercises are natural, and the Taoism is ......."

"Well, do it. ”

Feng Yu was surprised, and when he saw Yueqing Ge adding a technique, he hurriedly went through the content quickly, and then a breath of qi condensed in his body.

Feng Yu's figure flashed, and he broke free from Yue Qingge's immortal technique like a blast wind. Seeing this, Yue Qingge shot again. Feng Yu dodged left and right, recalling what he had learned in the past two days, and barely cracked Yueqingge's immortal techniques one by one.

Under the flower tree, I saw two figures staggered......