In the eighth year of Chongming, on the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month.

Since the beginning of the Mao time, Rongfu, Ningfu, all kinds of colors, the two mansions have changed the door god, the couplet, the listing, the new oil peach charm, a new look.

From the gate, the instrument gate, the hall, the warm pavilion, the inner hall, the inner three doors, the inner instrument door and the inner plug door, until the main hall, the main gate is wide open.

In the Mozhu Garden, there are also lights.

Jia Yun walked over in the corridor in a white strong-sleeved long uniform, looking at his dress, he obviously just returned from going out, as for what he was going out for, it was nothing more than performing martial arts in the suburbs.

Even if it is the twenty-ninth day of the lunar month, Jia Yun is still doing his own thing, doing his own thing, anyway, in Jia's mansion, he is not an idler, no one cares about him, why not do it.

After Jia Yun returned to the small courtyard, as soon as she entered the foyer, she saw Qingwen's upturned little buttocks on the table on the north side of the middle hall, lying there holding a pen and writing something.

On a beautiful face, the brows are furrowed, and the thin lips are also tightly pursed, staring at the paper as if looking at the enemy.

Suddenly, Qingwen angrily "snapped" the pen on several cases, and chirped: "Don't write!" What Rausch is stubborn! ”

Seeing this, Jia Yun couldn't help but chuckle.

"Huh..... Uncle is back. Qingwen was having a little temper, and when she heard the ridicule, she became more and more dissatisfied, but when she saw that it was Jia Yun, she greeted her in surprise.

Jia Yun ignored Qingwen, stepped forward and bent down to pick up the pen that had slipped on the ground, and said angrily: "A good pen has provoked you, and I see you all day long, I see that you have itchy skin, and you can't fight if you owe it." ”

Qingwen was not happy to hear it, pursed her lips and snorted coldly, and complained secretly: "Isn't this angry and irritable and can't hold back, uncle is really, where do you not know how to care about people so much."

Jia Yun sat on the pineapple wood chair, picked up the paper that Qingwen practiced calligraphy and looked at it, only to see that the paper was crookedly written eight words - Ming Feng is in the bamboo, and the white horse is in the food field.

Qingwen blushed and looked at the corners of Jia Yun's twitching mouth, knowing that what she wrote was ugly, she took advantage of Jia Yun's momentary distraction, grabbed the paper and tore it up, spilling it all over the ground.

Jia Yun frowned and looked at Qingwen, who had become more and more unruly recently.

Let's just say that this practice of words, when I first learned words, there was still a board and an eye, and this month has not been enough, so it has become more and more perfunctory, and the writing is not good, and the attitude is still so improper, it is really three minutes of heat.

Or Jia Yun is too indulgent to Qingwen, seeing that Qingwen is a little girl, she is more and more lenient, if she really follows Jia Yun's learning process of sixteen characters a day, how can the thousand-character text arrive at "Mingfeng is in the bamboo, and the white horse eats the field".....

Look at this appearance, she has to be rectified and rectified.

Immediately, Jia Yun commanded in a deep voice: "Go and get the ring ruler." ”

Qingwen's face turned pale when she heard this, she thought that Jia Yun would not care about these things with her, but she didn't expect Jia Yun to punish her for acting like this, thinking of this, Qingwen couldn't help but feel a sense of grievance.

However, looking at Jia Yun's cold eyes, he reluctantly took the ring ruler from the cabinet shelf.

Jia Yun took the ring ruler and said coldly, "Stretch out your hand." ”

Qingwen pursed her lips, and her white palm stretched out, and Jia Yun was not polite, waving her hand to a board.

Just heard the sound of "pop", and Qingwen's white palm had a clear red mark.......

I thought that Jia Yun would pretend to "punish" a few times as usual, but I didn't expect Jia Yun to be so "ruthless" and not take it seriously.

Qingwen gritted her teeth and didn't say a word, staring at Jia Yun deadly, but her foxy peach blossom eyes were full of mist, crying like a complaint, which was pitiful.

Jia Yun won't get used to her, snorted coldly, and reprimanded: "You little girl, you are used to being lazy on weekdays, and the font used to be quite correct, but you see, the handwriting is crooked, don't say it, the attitude is still so improper, if you don't want to learn words, I don't force it, I don't care about you today." ”

Qingwen is already a strong character, but at this time, she is on top, and she is more and more refused: "No matter what, don't care, the slave doesn't want to learn yet." ”

Speaking of this practice of words, Qingwen was resentful, and said that she would teach her to practice words, but Jia Yun often taught her to read the words a few times, so she shook her hand and let her practice by herself, where did she look like a master.

God is pitiful, Qingwen hasn't even held a pen yet, there are a lot of chores in the yard, where is it good to write, Jia Yun is not patient to teach, and blames her, Qingwen is aggrieved at this time.

Jia Yun raised her eyebrows, Qingwen's temperament is not easy to clean up........

Originally, I was going to teach Qingwen a lesson, but I didn't expect Jia Yun to be too heavy, this Qingwen seemed to be rebellious, speaking of this girl's age, it was the time of rebellion.

After a pause, Jia Yun didn't plan to continue teaching, put down the ring ruler and said: "If you don't want to learn, you won't learn, you go and clean the ground, shredded paper is thrown all over the ground, what does it look like." ”

“…… What's wrong with me throwing it on the floor, I clean it every day, and I don't get in the way of you. Qingwen gritted her teeth and said, obviously still blaming Jia Yun.

Jia Yun looked at the temperamental Qingwen and couldn't help but feel helpless, this little girl is good in all other aspects except for her vicious mouth, Jia Yun really doesn't want to punish her, but she has such a temperament, that's unacceptable, I wanted to sharpen Qingwen's temperament through the practice of words, but I didn't expect that in the past month, Qingwen was still so stubborn......

Even if Jia Yun admires Qingwen, a little girl, she can't get used to her, she can't learn words well, and she doesn't look like a maid, which is unacceptable.

Seeing that Jia Yun's face sank more and more, Qingwen was also a little flustered, and muttered, "Just go, what's the big deal." ”

After saying that, Qingwen turned her head and left, as if she was planning to look for a dustpan.

Jia Yun saw that Qingwen was still so tough, so she waved her hand with the ring ruler.

"Ah......h

Qingwen turned her head and looked at Jia Yun viciously, her hands couldn't help but protect her arc-shaped semicircle, and her face became more and more ruddy.

Jia Yun didn't care, and said calmly: "If you have too many mouths and many tongues, sooner or later you will poke your mouth and not do your job." ”

Qingwen gritted her teeth and turned to the yard to get tools to work.

Jia Yun in the hall couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief when she saw Qingwen leaving, recalled Qingwen's exclamation, and said secretly: "This little girl's voice ...... It's really crisp ........ ”

Thinking of this, Jia Yun shook his head, put away his filthy thoughts, and estimated that Jia Yun had not opened meat for a long time, and he was stunned, and after a few days, he had to go to the teaching department to spend his time, this is suffocating, and it hurts his body.....

After a while, Qingwen walked in with a dustpan and bowed her head, cleaning the ground honestly, just raising her eyes to look at Jia Yun from time to time, as if she was still blaming Jia Yun for being "rude", but in the end she was reluctant to blame Jia Yun, who told Jia Yun to treat her so "well" on weekdays, like a father and a brother, how could Qingwen be willing to blame.....