Meng Yizhen guessed well. When they went, the lady was already angry.

At that time, the female gentleman's temples were uncluttered, wearing a blue placket, thin cheeks, and narrow frowns. When he looked at Meng Erqi, their eyes rolled impatiently.

Sure enough, without waiting for Meng Eqi and others to explain, the lady said: "It's too late. Come to Princess Yi, if every time you let others wait for you, it is really inappropriate for her to go to school. Today I only Can penalize you for copying the "Discipline Regulations" twice for Sister Meng and Sister Meng, and hope that Princess Yi will copy it carefully and never let her write for her!"

After all, she didn't pay attention to the three and turned to lecture.

Meng Yuqi is really innocent, and only feels that he can't talk at all at this time. In the past, it was true that she had gotten up late, and Mrs. Meng asked Meng Yilian and Meng Yizhen to wait for her to be late together. But I really don't blame her today! Crashed with Nie Xuanxian's carriage, who can she justify? ?

Looking at Meng Yizhen's hearty eyes, Meng Eqi finally got a sigh.

Copy it, copy it, the big deal is to not sleep tonight.

It was almost time to go to school, and the maidservant brought by Meng Eqi was packing things for her. The lady passed by holding the book, and did not forget to drop a sentence coldly: "Princess Yi, I read your words last time and wrote It's really too sloppy. Please penalize your "Discipline Regulations" and write them neatly, otherwise it will be countless. When you come to the school tomorrow, you will copy it to me. If you can't write it well, go to practice first. Practice your words."

She finished her words and left her head with her head held high.

Yansha stood behind Meng Eqi and creaked her teeth, she watched her master stand in front of her, Meng Eqi dropped her head dignified.

It must be uncomfortable to be targeted by the lady. Although the sister looked at the infinite scenery, who can understand the bitterness inside? What I usually do is contrived. If I don’t do it well, it’s arrogance. It’s not easy for my sister. This thin shoulder bears too much.

Yansha looked distressed, and just wanted to reassure him, who knew that Meng Eqi suddenly raised his head and asked: "Yansha, what excuse do you and I use to see Sheng Jiayan? I went to see him, he would Won't bother me?"

"...How dare he?" I am so careless about my sister!

Meng Haoqi led a dozen servants through the Huaihua Gate, preparing to walk to the gate and take a carriage back to Mengfu. It happened to come from the corridor to the elder brother Meng Tingsi. He was talking to an old gentleman. The old gentleman beside him was dressed in common clothes, his hair was gray, and he looked very kind and kind.

Meng Haoqi had heard of this talented Mr. Fu. The students he came from were all generals. As long as he could enter him, he would also be an official with more than five grades in the court. Today's Taifu's teacher, although he is not an official, but his students are all over Zhaoye. He is the master behind the Songlin Bookstore, but he doesn’t teach, and only occasionally strolls around.

Recently, I heard that the old man had to take several students to teach and train personally. Meng Eqi also knew that the big house had made a lot of efforts to send Meng Tingsi to the old man's door smoothly. But Mr. Fu's voice is very tight. Whether it is accepted or not depends on the qualification.

Meng 萋 stepped abruptly, looking at them a little fascinated.

Yansha promptly reminded: "Sister, do you want to go up with the young master..."

"Yan Sha," Meng Eqi interrupted him, thoughtfully: "How about if you let Sheng Jiayan go to Mr. Fu's school to study? Every time he holds that broken book, he doesn't bother me to read it annoyed."

"Sister, you are stunned! If Mr. Sheng replaces the quota, the old lady will hate the second room."

Mr. Fu has collected so few people in a few years, almost every one has the most. If Meng Wanqi really tried to make Sheng Jiayan squeeze in, then Meng Tingsi was basically impossible. What's more, in her eyes, although Meng Tingsi is diligent and eager to learn, her mind is so stupid that she can't compare to her Sheng Jiayan's smart and capable.

Wait, why did she habitually default to her Sheng Jiayan...

Meng Yuqi realized this serious problem and thought about it carefully.

Her Sheng Jiayan is equal to her majesty, and she has been working under the majesty of her majesty, should her majesty be too much?

Um... must not be overdone... so it's hers.

Meng Haeng sneered contemptuously: "Who is afraid of her, the second room is empty except for me."

After returning to Meng House, Meng Eqi had a dinner, and he asked the maid to pick up a mahogany dwarf and lie on the bed of Luohan to start copying the "Discipline Regulations". Although she was copying books, there was a servant girl standing next to her, some who peeled the grapes to feed her, some who fanned her to send wind to the side, some who were fragrant by the lights, and waiting with soap towels on the side. Wash your face and wipe your hands for Meng Eqi.

If Meng 萋萋 doesn't sleep, even if it is up to three times in the sun, they have to follow.

"Sister," Yansha lifted the curtain and brought in the evening breeze of summer night: "The old lady just sent a bowl of lychee broken, she was going to see you in person, and was stopped by the slave."

Finally, Yan Sha placed the bowl of chilled lychees on the case in front of Meng Eqi.

The lychee is chopped and shredded, the fine white delicate flesh and the broken ice float together, the ice is shining and translucent. There is also a layer of golden honey, mixed with the sweet fragrance of lychee, which gives out an attractive atmosphere.

However, Meng 萋萋 didn't raise his head, and hurriedly wrote a book on the case.

Yansha sat by her side and took care of the fan from the maidservant. "In my opinion, it was the second sister who was embarrassed to have the sister carry the pot alone. The late arrival today, The fourth sister didn’t stand up to justify you, and the second-sister noisy person didn’t come out a few words. Now Xu is afraid that her sister will be angry with her, so the old lady sends something to show it.”

She lamented again: "How easy it is to give a bowl of food, pity my sister, I don't know when to copy it."

As soon as Yansha's words were over, Meng Eqian wrote a skewed note. She dropped her pen angrily and crumpled the rice paper into a ball: "Yan Sha! You have been mumbling beside me. How can I concentrate on copying?"

Yansha hurried to Rao, and Meng Haoqi stopped.

In this way, until late at night, Meng House was silent, and Meng Eqi raised his head from the case and stretched out his waist for a long time.

Yan Sha brought hot water for her to cleanse her face, who knew that Meng Eqi was holding back the other maidservants, stepped on the short dwarf under the window again, and wanted to jump the window to see Sheng Jiayan.

Yansha hurriedly dragged her pants legs, anxiously said: "Sister, it's late! Grandson Sheng may have fallen asleep."

Meng Wanqi opened her hand and stuffed the book in his arms again: "I'm afraid of anything, I don't talk to him, I just go and see."

After all, she flipped through the window neatly, and the figure disappeared into the night as the smoke slipped away.

In the dark orange courtyard, Sheng Jiayan didn't even light the lantern under the corridor. Meng Haoqi touched the black window against the window and walked to the door. Her eyes stuck to the gap of the door frame. She could see nothing. When she pressed her body, she accidentally slammed the door.

Meng Wanqi was taken aback, and quickly took her body back.

She took out the book for Sheng Jiayan from her arms, and when she was about to put it in the door, the door in front of her was suddenly pulled open.

Through the moonlight, Meng Eqi saw that Sheng Jiayan was wearing a thin xie dress and a coat outside. He looked like he was woken up just after falling asleep, with a slight displeasure.

Before waiting for Meng to start speaking, he quickly raised the book in his hand: "Look! I brought it to you. Your book has been broken. Look at this one."

"Are you pitying me?" he said, his voice husky and lazy.

"No, no!" Meng Haosheng feared that he refused, and anxiously said: "Actually, I am qualified. I showed you this book because I want you to do me a favor."

"What's busy?"

"I'm going to school today, and the lady fined me to copy her "Discipline Regulations" ten times, but she was too scribbled. If I copied it again this time, I wouldn't count it. In this way, I don't know how to copy How many times, so I would like to ask you to teach me how to practice Chinese characters..." Meng Youqi grew louder and louder, and finally saw Sheng Jiayan's gaze, supplementing the sentence: "I saw it last time you practiced Chinese characters, and your words are well written Teach me, as a gift of thanks, this book is for you."

Sheng Jiayan had no words and did not take over the book in Meng's hands. Although his face was cold, as thin as the clouds that surrounded the distant mountains, he could vaguely see how handsome his eyebrows should be in the future. But now that the sharp edge of his eyebrows has not completely faded, facing his Majesty King No.1, Meng Eju felt that he was really tempting.

"Come in." For a long while, he turned his body side, quietly said.

Meng Wanqi was shocked: "How...how?"

"Aren't you going to take it later? Then start practicing now," he glanced at the look on Meng's face, and he raised his eyebrows gently: "Or do you want to go back to sleep now?"

In the practice of going back to bed and spending time with Master Yan, Meng Haoqi chose the latter.

So she hurried in and sat in front of Sheng Jiayan's desk case.

Sheng Jiayan lit a large candlelight, and the moment the flames sprang up, Meng Eqi saw his jade-like cold face.

"Are you practicing calligraphy, or are you looking at me?" Sheng Jiayan asked, turning her eyebrows at the sight of her constant scanning.

Meng Eqi immediately rectified her body and tried to focus on her pen.

Sheng Jiayan, with his hands behind his back, met Meng Eqiu when he wrote chaotic strokes or skewed fonts, he would throw a sarcasm lightly.

"At this age, the written words are like chicken claws holding a pen. I don't blame you, your lady."

"..." Meng Eqi squeezed the pen fiercely, and finally showed a brilliant smile to Sheng Jiayan.

I can bear it! You are the king and your biggest!