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A fierce look flashed in his slender eyes, and he returned to normal in an instant, and he turned his back to the window to block some of the light, the shadows of the two stretched on the ground, and the green bamboo on the white robe added a touch of mockery.

The moment's emotions were captured by Ji Qingyuan, she instinctively reacted and took a step back, stepped on her skirt and fell backwards unsteadily, Lu Ziqian quickly grabbed Ji Qingyuan.

"Oops." His head hit Lu Ziqian's chin, and Ji Qingyuan screamed.

Lu Ziqian didn't care how he reached out to check Ji Qingyuan's head: "Did the kite hurt?" I'll see. ”

Ji Qingyuan vigorously pushed Lu Ziqian away, rubbing the top of his head with his right hand, extremely annoyed, "If you don't leave, are you satisfied with hitting me now?" ”

"I ......" Lu Ziqian opened his mouth but didn't know where to start, there were too many things to say between them, but he had long lost his qualifications to speak. The last time Ji Qingyuan came back categorically, she no longer had him in her heart, but he still thought about her and missed her, and he was really willing to be cheap.

Ji Qingyuan glared angrily, how could Lu Ziqian look like an angry bag, I really didn't understand what Ji Qingyuan liked about him before. Let's talk about literary talent, she is not interested in poetry and songs, and the most important thing for the two to get along is their character, and their personalities do not go far. She hasn't forgotten Ji Qingji's temperament, and she is also gentle, and she is a perfect match for Lu Ziqian.

"Miss Ji?" The old lady stood not far away, the drama between the two was in full view, and the young master and young lady of the rich family had to have a romantic affair, and she could turn a blind eye to avoid causing trouble.

"You are?" Ji Qingyuan looked at the person, it was an old woman who was over half a hundred years old, wearing a black embroidered gold dress, her white hair was coiled into an ordinary bun, and the lines on her face were slightly heavy, so she was probably a person who did not smile.

On the right hand side of the old mama was followed by a handsome young man in his teens, who was carrying a bamboo basket in the style of a schoolbag and hung his head silently, "The old man is here to teach Miss Ji a lesson." ”

"Another class?" Ji Qingyuan cried and raised his hand to support his forehead and said in resignation, "Teacher, please come in." ”

Ji Qingyuan led the old lady into the house, Lu Ziqian couldn't say what he wanted to say after all, what if he could say it, he laughed at himself and turned to leave.

After the old lady entered the house, she motioned to the little maid to close the door and exit the door, and the little maid nodded and did not look at the two of them during the whole process, "Miss Ji, the old man was hired by Master Ji to teach the young lady about the boudoir of the husband and wife." ”

"Poof." It's a shame that she has no tea and no water on the table, otherwise she sprays the teacher's face every minute. Ji Xiang simply has something wrong with her brain, and the one in front of her who taught husband and wife how to get along is just that, she can understand what the hell this teacher is.

"Please be serious, Miss Ji." The old lady sat down with a flick of her chair, her expressionless face was particularly gloomy.

"Yes, Teacher." Ji Qingyuan learned to sit in a well-behaved posture during class, crossed his hands neatly, and raised his head and chest.

The old lady opened the bamboo box on the case and took out a well-packaged book from it, the outer cover was inlaid with gold, not thick but heavy.

What is it? Unable to recognize the name on the book, Ji Qingyuan's eyes rolled and he was interested.

The old lady casually threw the book in front of Ji Qingyuan's eyes, and leisurely tasted the tea by herself, "Miss, if there is anything you don't understand, you can ask the old man." ”

Ji Qingyuan was happy to see that she didn't want to take care of herself, this book felt good, she turned the first page, and the dense text made her eyes hurt, the key is that she didn't recognize any of them.

Ji Qingyuan, who pretended to read carefully, couldn't wait to turn the second page, and the picture album in his field of vision was really surprising.

"Spring Palace?" Ji Qingyuan swallowed his saliva and glanced at the old lady, it was worthy of someone who came over to teach with the Spring Palace Diagram. It seems that the ancients are much more open than her, and the person who can draw this book is also a talent, and she admires the five bodies to the ground, this person's willpower is extraordinary.

The direct and bold movements of the characters in the painting made Ji Qingyuan's face feel hot and dry, and she was ashamed to look at it in private, not to mention that she looked at it in front of others, she had seen a lot, many of which were large-scale, but it was the first time to look at the painting, and the visual impact was more exciting than the imagination in the text.

"Teacher, do you want me to finish reading?" Ji Qingyuan asked in a low voice, and the old lady sat on the chair and replied, "Hmm." ”

"Then, can I take it back to my room and see it, I swear I'll read it." Ji Qingyuan quickly closed the book, looking like a thief.

The old lady opened her eyes and stared at Ji Qingyuan and said, "Miss should ask more questions while the old man is there, and no one will solve the doubts for Miss when she is alone." ”

What, there are still doubts when looking at the spring palace map, isn't it possible for anyone with eyes to understand it?

"But I, um, think, um......"

"Miss don't feel embarrassed, the matter of men and women is natural. The old man asked again, how many days does the young lady and the young city lord have the same room? ”

As soon as the old grandmother said this, Ji Qingyi's cheeks turned red, they shared the same bed for several months, and they had been sleeping under the quilt, as a woman, she really failed, and she slept with Wei Yunyi, but she didn't even drink the soup.

"Hmm......" Ji Qingyuan grabbed the book in her hand and twisted it into a twist, how should she answer.

The old lady guessed the situation when she saw Ji Qingyuan's tangled appearance: "Could it be that the two of you haven't been in the same room recently?" ”

"He, he's not in Lancheng." Ji Qingyuan touched the bridge of his nose to hide his embarrassment.

"Don't count if you don't do it in Lancheng, the old man asks about the number of times he has been in the mansion."

I remember that Qingzhu said that Baili Lian came over every night when Ji Qingyuan didn't have an accident, and every night, how could she feel uncomfortable.

"He comes over every night." Ji Qingyuan stared down at the picture in the book, she wanted to say that the painting style is very good, the characters are in place, and the male and female protagonists are good-looking.

"Which picture from the book do you use every night?" The old lady's face was not red and her heart was not beating, and her tone was as usual as asking the other party if she had eaten.

"Poof." Ji Qingyuan touched her face as if it was on fire, how did she know which painting he and Ji Qingyuan used, it was not a private matter to a certain extent, but she was angry when she thought about it.

"Miss, don't be old, tell the truth about the old body, and only by telling the truth can the old body help Miss win the favor of the young city lord." The lines on the old mother's face softened, and her tone was no longer stiff, Xu is Ji Qingyuan's performance made her mistakenly think that she had fallen out of favor, and women always felt sorry for women.

"Let me find it." Ji Qingyuan quickly turned the pages of the book, and when he was upset, he couldn't remember things in his head, it should be, it should be the most common. No, one night is so long, one painting is not enough.

"Miss, it's better to tell the truth to the old body, how many days hasn't he been to your room?"

"Huh?"

"Don't bother Mama, I have sex with Qing Kite every night, but I don't do things for men and women when she recovers from her serious illness." The door was opened at some point, Baili Lian held his hand, his handsome facial features were smiling, and there were ripples in Ji Qingyuan's eyes.

"Mama, he ......" The little guy couldn't stop Baili Lian from consciously admitting his mistake.

The old lady waved her hand and said, "It's okay, you go down." ”

"Yes." The little guy quietly raised his eyes and looked at Baili Lian.

Ji Qingyuan subconsciously closed the book with a "swoop".