But before she could run two steps, Jun Tianlan grabbed her by the back collar and carried her directly to him like a chicken.

Shen Miaoyan blinked a pair of wet round eyes, staring at the pair of narrow eyes opposite, and her voice was soft and glutinous: "National teacher, I know it's wrong, I will work hard in the future." ”

"Recite "Guan Ju" to this seat."

Jun Tianlan's voice was faint, but he didn't let go.

Shen Miaoyan hung on her toes in the air, this posture made her very uncomfortable, but she didn't dare to disobey him, so she had to say with a serious face: "I still know this poem, you listen to it, national teacher." ”

"I'm listening."

She covered her mouth with her fist, coughed slightly, cleared her throat, and shook her head and recited:

"Guan Guan Ju Dove, in the river island. My Fair Lady, Gentleman. In the past, I went back, and the willows followed. Now I think about it, the rain and snow are falling. Clever smile, beautiful eyes. Tonight, what night, see this beloved. Yo yo deer chirping, eating wild apples ......"

She was carrying it vigorously, not noticing Jun Tianlan's increasingly gloomy face at all.

When she finally stopped, Jun Tianlan smiled: "Finished reciting?" ”

"Hmm!" She nodded, feeling that she was carrying it quite smoothly.

Jun Tianlan still carried her like a chicken, with cold eyes: "Your lobby sister, reciting the Book of Poetry at the age of six, learning the Zheng from a famous teacher at the age of eight, a stunning dance at the age of ten is amazing, the hundred flowers painted at the age of twelve are praised by the national hand in the painting world, the name of a talented girl at the age of fourteen is all over the world, and she became the queen of Chu Yunjian at the age of sixteen......"

He said one by one, and every time he finished speaking, Shen Miaoyan's face turned cold.

He stared at her with a sneer: "This seat asked you to recite poems, but you gave this seat a skewered hodgepodge, the reputation of straw bales, and the reputation is well deserved." ”

There was no smile on Shen Miaoyan's face, her immature eyebrows and eyes seemed to be soaked in frost and snow, and her cheeks were faintly hot.

Jun Tianlan's eyes fell on the feather duster in her hand, so he took it, pressed her on his lap, and pumped it to her ass/thigh.

Shen Miaoyan was lying on his lap, his little hands grabbed the hem of his clothes tightly, his eyes were red, and he couldn't help but whimper.

"Are you embarrassed to cry?" Jun Tianlan sneered and swiped it down again.

Shen Miaoyan's farts hurt and felt shameless, so she simply relied on herself as a child, and suddenly burst into tears.

Jun Tianlan slapped her a few more times, and when Shen Miaoyan was crying hard, Murong Yan suddenly came in.

When she saw the picture in front of her, she covered her mouth suddenly, took a step back, and her voice choked: "Brother Tianlan......"

Jun Tianlan heard the voice, threw Shen Miaoyan to the ground, and glanced at her, "What about Han Tangzhi?" ”

Murong Yan's eyes were red: "He went back......"

Shen Miaoyan got up from the ground, rubbed his fart/thigh, and ran out while crying, so aggrieved that he couldn't do it.

Murong Yan glanced at her back and said softly, "Yan'er doesn't know when Brother Tianlan was so close to Miaoyan...... Brother Tianlan always loved cleanliness in the past and didn't like to touch others, but what happened to Shen Miaoyan? ”

As she spoke, she staggered back again, her face pale: "It can be seen that Brother Tianlan doesn't like to touch it, it's just that he didn't meet someone he liked." ”

Her voice was very low, Jun Tianlan leaned on the soft couch, took the book on the side and continued to flip through it: "She's just a child. ”

"When Yan'er first entered the mansion, she was also a child."

"She's not like you."

"It's the same orphan girl, I don't know how it's different?"

Today's Murong Yan is gone, and she is not well-behaved and sweet in front of Jun Tianlan in the past, and she looks quite aggressive.

Jun Tianlan stared at the scroll, and his voice was indifferent: "I don't need to explain to you. ”

Murong Yan stared at him for a long time.

He sat upright, cold but delicate, and even if he didn't do anything, he still had a fatal attraction to her.

On the day she entered the mansion, he was also so indifferent and noble, so unattainable.

She spent two years trying to move his heart, but in the end she got nothing.

She took two steps back, then turned to leave.

If he refuses to fulfill her, she will not tell him that he is in love with Shen Miaoyan.

The way he looked at Shen Miaoyan, his demeanor towards Shen Miaoyan, and the imperceptible smile he had when he was with her all showed that he didn't treat her as a child entirely.

Murong Yan quickly walked through the winding corridor, the corners of the moon-white light gauze skirt were flying, and her pretty face was as cold as frost.

He liked it so secretively, that it was so secretive that he didn't even notice it.

His liking is like a catkins hidden in the spring breeze, fleeting in the rain and wind, like a trace that has never existed, but it does exist.

Murong Yan had wind under her feet, and she had this realization in her mind, and in the end, she accidentally tripped over the hem of her skirt and fell to the ground, lying on the verandah, crying sadly.

Ah Qin, who was leading the servants around to look for her, heard this cry from afar, and hurriedly came over, and when she saw her lying on the ground crying, she was startled, and hurriedly helped her up, so she comforted her.

The people in Yanran Pavilion here are in a mess, and in the small kitchen of Hengwu Courtyard, there is also a mess.

At the beginning, Shen Miaoyan just went to the small kitchen to look for clothes, wanting to tell the grievances in his heart, but there were only a few fire girls in the small kitchen.

When she saw that there was a kneaded dough on the table, she drove the girls out, occupied the small kitchen herself, pulled a piece of dough hard, and began to knead it.

"Dead Jun Tianlan, stinky Jun Tianlan, dare to beat Miss Ben! It's just a palm, and now he still kicks his nose in the face and hits my ass/stock! You wait for me! ”

She had a fierce face, pinched the dough into an adult, took chopsticks and came over, and wrote Jun Tianlan's name on the belly of the dough villain.

After writing, she put the dough villain on the chopping board, and pinched several more in succession, without exception, the villain's stomach was full of the three words "Jun Tianlan".

She secretly planned to steam all these little people and eat them all, in revenge for Jun Tianlan beating her with a feather duster today.

She happily looked at the neatly arranged dough villains on the chopping board, and was about to put it into the pot, when she heard a faint voice behind her: "I can't memorize poems, you are very good at writing the name of this seat." ”

Shen Miaoyan's hands and feet shook, and his face was full of fear.

"Huh?" The voice behind her was so cold that she couldn't stop shaking.

She turned slowly, raised her head, and met those deep, cold narrow eyes.

She stood in front of the chopping board, her voice trembling: "Country...... National Teacher ...... Confucius said, the gentleman is far away from cooking, you ...... Why are you coming to the kitchen......"

Jun Tianlan looked down at her, his big palm on the top of her hair, and seemed to smile: "Miaomiao, that's what Mencius said." ”

"Yes...... Is it? The national teacher is really knowledgeable and talented, so Miao Miao admires it tightly! ”

Shen Miaoyan's eyes rolled wildly, and he talked nonsense, "Miaomiao really admires the national teacher so much, so she specially pinched the noodles for the national teacher, and planned to steam them and offer them to ......."

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