The crash course is in full swing.

In addition to telling stories and teaching arithmetic every day, Tang Li is quite idle.

After class, she folded her hands on her abdomen, closed her eyes and lay in the rocking chair, thinking about something.

A few days ago, she invited her cousin to come to Tang Mansion, but she didn't expect that it would snow heavily for days, and her cousin's arrival would be postponed again and again.

Tang Li couldn't help but suspect that it was the Heavenly Dao that was doing the trick.

She recalled the plot, in fact, her cousin entered Beijing much earlier than in the book, and her cousin should have appeared after the snow disaster.

But at the beginning of the story, it was a chance encounter between a cousin and the imperial grandson.

The author writes very little about the snow disaster, only in the later period when the dynasty collapsed.

In other words, they are still living on a blank page before the story begins.

That's fine, it's still too late.

Just thinking about it for a long time, she remembers the main plot, but she always feels that the timeline is disordered.

It's like she knows she's holding a bomb in her arms, but she doesn't know when it's going to explode.

This feeling of trepidation is so maddening.

Tang Li raised his forehead, forget it, this book is the author's first work, logic or something, and you can't ask too much.

Whenever this happens, she thinks of the little devil.

Why can't it be a little more complete!

We still have to hurry up and transform him, this is the most important thing.

Don Teaching Director Nine is online again, picking up the whip and going on patrol.

couldn't be idle for a moment, Tang Li was moved by his due diligence.

Spring is sleepy and autumn is lacking, summer is napping, and winter and March are not awake.

In this season, it is cold outside, but it is warm inside, and it is easy to get tired and sleepy.

It should be a good time to sleep lazy, and because of the early days of the day, the heads of the two people in the house are like chickens pecking rice, little by little.

Tang Mingyu said half-asleep and half-awake: "This pair of pairs, in addition to paying attention to the neatness of the battle, they also have to ......."

Ning Yuchu yawned twice in a row, and perfunctorily responded: "Oh oh......"

The cold wind howled, and the sound came in through the half-closed window, and the rhythmic beat was like a lullaby.

The two finally couldn't stand the temptation of Zhou Gong, one held the book, the other held the chin, and went to class in their dreams.

By the time Tang Li entered the door, the two had fallen asleep.

Looking at the sleep marks on the little devil's face, a trace of pity appeared in her eyes.

It's a shame.

"Qingqiu, see you, put on your master's clothes, and be careful not to catch a cold."

The two of them did so.

Tang Li shook his head and went out, Xunfeng stepped forward, carrying the gong, and banged it.

"The plan of the day lies in the morning, the prince, the fifth son, come on, come on, come on!"

Ning Yuchu: "Ugly! I swear to you! ”

Tang Mingyu: "I'm scared to death." ”

Listening to the sound of the chaos behind him, Tang Li hooked the corners of his lips, this winter was really interesting.

She was just about to turn around and go up to the second floor, when a little beauty came out of the snow.

She saw the person coming clearly and was surprised: "Seventh sister? ”

Tang Qingkui walked up the stairs with the piano bag on his back and walked in front of the ninth sister in a frosty body.

With a wave of her hand, the piano pouch was unfastened, revealing a high-quality guqin.

I saw that the seventh sister had a cold face and slowly spoke.

"I think Shizi might need a music teacher."

When the words fell, a frightened voice came from behind Tang Li.

"Tang Jiu, if you dare to let the master learn the rhythm of music, the master will not be finished with you!"

Tang Qingkui ignored the person jumping up and down, and looked at the ninth sister without waves.

The corners of Tang Li's mouth raised: "Welcome to the crash course of the seventh sister, take care of you!" ”

Tang Qingkui's eyes slid over and smiled: "Live up to the mission." ”

There was a loud bang behind him.

Someone exclaimed: "The son of the world has fainted!" ”