It's time to go to a private school again.

The guards came to pick up Shen Ningning as usual.

When he was in the carriage, the guard smiled and said, "Miss Shen, the county magistrate has won a chance for you. ”

Shen Ningning blinked his round eyes and wondered: "What chance?" ”

"The national teacher watches the stars at night, and there will be rain in these two days, so the emperor and His Royal Highness the Crown Prince are preparing to go to the Temple of Heaven to worship and ask for rain."

"In order to show sincerity, the county commander invited a rain god Niangniang from the temple, and he asked the students in your private school to copy the "Please Rain Sutra", and when the emperor goes to the Temple of Heaven to worship the day after tomorrow, he will ask someone to present the statue of the rain god Niangniang and the scriptures together."

Shen Ningning thought: "Ask for rain...... Shall we just copy the scriptures? ”

The guard turned the reins of the horse and said with a smile: "Yes, Miss Shen must grasp it well, this is the intention of the county commander." ”

"If there is no accident this time, after you finish the enlightenment class from the private school in a year, the county magistrate will have a way to send you to study at the national school in the capital."

"The county magistrate has been helping in the capital these days, so let the lowly official inform the truth of the matter, and the lord has also greeted the masters of the private school, please Miss Shen must pay attention to it."

Shen Ningning lifted the curtain and looked at the land passing by, most of which were dry and cracked, and there was no grass.

It was the hour, but the sun was already shining on the head, and the bright and warm sunlight burned the earth like a fire.

Cangyun Country, which has been dry for a long time, really needs a timely rain.

Shen Ningning nodded heavily, his eyes shining: "I will definitely copy the scriptures well!" ”

I went to a private school.

Before the class, Huang Fuzi also told everyone about copying the "Book of Rain".

When the statue of the rain goddess was brought up.

There was a cry of amazement from everyone.

I saw that the statue of the god was only the length of the palm that was erected, and the whole body was made of fine mutton fat white jade, and the eyebrows were lifelike, like majesty and compassion.

The rain goddess holds the grass that gives rain in her hand and holds a compass in her right hand.

On her skirt at the hem, there is also a dragon wrapped around the skirt, which is said to be her mount.

In the legend, the rain god Niangniang rode such a dragon and spread clouds and rain everywhere.

"Students, the emperor and His Royal Highness the crown prince did not eat for two days in order to sacrifice, which shows how important this rain is to us."

"Therefore, in addition to the regular classes in these two days, the rest of the knowledge courses are temporarily exempted, and everyone copies a copy of the "Please Rain Sutra", which will be sent to the capital the day after tomorrow, and the county will present it to the emperor to express the determination of our Guangyang County."

As he spoke, Master Huang looked at Shen Ningning: "Shen Xuexue, your writing is clean and orderly, I will put the scriptures you copied on the top, you have to copy them well." ”

After all, the county magistrate has personally confessed.

This time copying scriptures and asking for rain is to give Shen Ningning a chance to perform.

Shen Ningning nodded suddenly: "Master, don't worry, I'll be careful!" ”

Huang Fuzi bowed his head and began to turn the book and lecture.

Lan Qian stared at Shen Ningning, and that look was eager to burn a hole in her back.

A little poor ghost who can only live in the mountains actually wants to be in the limelight?

No way!

"Please Rain Sutra" is not long, but if you want to copy it carefully, you must calm down.

So for two days in a row, the private school did not have normal classes, and everyone copied the scriptures carefully in the room.

Shen Ningning was particularly careful.

The next morning, she had finished the scriptures all night.

When he was drying ink stains in the room, Lan Qian's voice came from the door.

"Shen Ningning!"

The little guy turned his head to look and saw Lan Qian holding an inkstone and a pen and paper in his hand to come in.

Shen Ningning's little face tightened, and his glutinous voice hurriedly said, "You wait first, don't come in!" ”

How could Lan Qian listen to her?

Step inside!

But Lan Qian never expected that as soon as she lifted her foot, it was as if she had tripped over something!

"Smack" and fell hard.

The ink prepared in the inkstone in her hand pounced on her whole face!

Lan Qian fell to death!

She opened her mouth, the ink stained her teeth black, and she cried in anger.

"Shen Ningning! You're plotting against me?! ”

The little one walked over and kindly helped her up.

On a small face, although there was surprise, there was no remorse.

Shen Ningning's voice was sweet and soft: "Lan Qian is embarrassed, because you peeked recklessly last time and broke into my room at will." ”

"In order to copy the scriptures quietly, I pulled a cotton thread at the door, are you okay?"

Lan Qianqi's lungs are about to explode.

How could it be okay?!

She looked back.

What tripped her was a cotton thread that was pulled tightly from side to side, tied to the vicinity of the threshold!

"Shen Ningning, you vicious villain, just to harm me!" Lan Qian scolded angrily without hesitation.

The little guy blinked his innocent eyes: "I warn you, don't rush in, you don't listen to me." ”

Lan Qian really has nowhere to reason!

"You...... You! Ink flowed from the corners of her mouth, and her lips were swollen, like grandma's pickled sausage in Shen Ningning's eyes.

Shen Ningning puffed up his little face, trying not to laugh.

But I still couldn't hold back.

"Poof......

"You dare to laugh at me?! I'm kind enough to send you ink! ”

"Everyone's inkstone and ink are the same, why did you send it to me?" Shen Ningning blinked her long, thick eyelashes.

She's not a fool, so she doesn't believe it!

Lan Qian felt that she was short of words, and was about to forcibly tear up the scriptures copied by Shen Ningning, when Lu Shaoyuan's voice came from the door: "What happened?" ”

"Brother Shaoyuan!" Lan Qian suddenly cried: "I sent ink to Shen Ningning, but I tripped over her design, and I was bruised." ”

Lu Shaoyuan had just finished copying the scriptures, and he heard from the scholar that Shen Ningning's room was lit with candles all night.

So he suspected that she hadn't slept, and had just brought her breakfast from the dining room.

I saw this scene.

He looked at Lan Qian suspiciously, and then at Shen Ningning.

Compared with Lan Qian's hoarse accusation, the little guy stood there obediently, with white skin and bright eyes, like a little pearl who was too lazy to speak.

Lu Shaoyuan then said coldly to Lan Qian: "Why are you so idle? ”

"Everyone is busy copying scriptures, I'm afraid that I won't be able to catch up, do you still have time to send ink to Shen Ningning?"

Lan Qian was murdered, and her tone was stunned: "I ......"

Lu Shaoyuan urged unhappily: "Go back to your room!" ”

If it weren't for the ink, Shen Ningning would have seen that Lan Qian's original expression was darker than ink!

She was afraid of Lu Shaoyuan, so she could only leave in disgrace.

Shen Ningning turned around and sorted out her super good scriptures.

Lu Shaoyuan walked over and put a stack of breakfast on the table.

The little guy took a look, a bun and a cup of soy milk.

I can't eat it at all!

She waited for a while to enter the fairyland and eat the braised beef noodles made by Aunt Liu last time!

When I think of the chewy noodles, wrapped in fragrant meat sauce, dozens of pieces full of beef and oily green greens are placed on the bowl.

Shen Ningning couldn't help but suck his saliva.

Her voice was glutinous: "You eat the horn, I'm not hungry." ”

Lu Shaoyuan coughed lightly, he didn't know how to persuade her to eat, he said too much as if he cared about her, obviously he was not very familiar with Shen Ningning.

"That...... Lan Qian shouldn't be so kind to send you ink. He thought about it, but then went back to what had happened.

Shen Ningning's clear eyes were full of agility: "I know, the cotton thread is to prevent her." ”

Lu Shaoyuan turned his head to look at the thread tied to the door, and couldn't help laughing.

"You're pretty smart."

At this time, the master sent someone to find Lu Shaoyuan, and he had to leave first.

When leaving, he also told Shen Ningning: "Eat the buns, otherwise you will be hungry, and you will have to wait until noon to eat again." ”