She was too lazy to lie, so she put on a straight face, none of these mortals dared to ask her name face to face.
Back in the backyard, Mrs. Yuanwai came up to meet her and asked, "What happened? Why did you suddenly drive away Rongniang? Both daughters are crying to me!"
Xiao Yuanwai explained the matter helplessly, and Yuanwai's wife said anxiously: "Will Rong Niang be in danger? Should we report to the police?"
Xiao Yuanwai sighed and said, "I don't know the name of that female crown, who she is, where she went, and even what she looks like. How can I report it?"
The madam was dumbfounded and said, "Then what should I do?"
Xiao Yuanwai said annoyedly: "I don't do anything, I hope Rong Niang is well."
Rong Niang woke up from the coma, remembering that she was taken away, she got up in panic.
She found herself in the courtyard of a very elegant wooden house. She couldn't understand most of the interior furnishings, she only knew that they were extremely exquisite and elegant, and everything was worth thousands of gold.
She pushed the door open carefully and came out, and saw a small courtyard surrounded by green bamboos.
The female crown who kidnapped her was sitting on a recliner in the courtyard, accompanied by a strange girl in black.
Rong Niang was startled and wanted to hide in the house.
Yu Qingyao smiled and said, "Are you awake? Come on, sit down, let's talk."
Rong Niang felt that it was useless to hide in the house, so she gritted her teeth, walked to Yu Qingyao's side, and asked in a trembling voice, "What exactly do you want to kidnap me here?"
Yu Qingyao pointed at Wu Zhen with a smile and said, "Please come and be my teacher, she will be your student."
Rong Niang followed her fingers and looked at Wu Zhen.
Wu Zhensheng nodded to her without love.
The ground wolf is rich and noble, hiding underground, rolling with laughter. In fact, he was a little envious!
Yu Qingyao's treatment to Dilang and Wu Zhen was far worse.
Rong Niang looked at Wu Zhen suspiciously, and asked with a smile, "Can she read? What books has she read?"
Yu Qingyao smiled and said: "She is illiterate and has never been educated, so I invite you to be my teacher, and you teach her calligraphy, painting and poetry."
Rong Niang thought it was weird, but for a moment she couldn't think of anything wrong.
When she saw Yu Qingyao getting along with Wu Zhen, she looked like a master and servant, but not like a normal master and servant. This was mainly due to whether Wu Zhen was seated or not, she was really unruly.
Yu Qingyao set up a table and a set of chairs under the eaves of the courtyard, and said with a smile: "Sir, you can start teaching."
Rong Niang braced herself and said, "I don't have anything, not books, pens and ink, how can I teach this?"
Yu Qingyao said with a smile: "Your luggage is in the left wing room, you can pick it up."
Rong Niang had no choice but to go to the left wing to see that her luggage was really there. She had no choice but to take the things and come out to teach Wu Zhen.
Since Wuzhen doesn't know anything, she naturally starts with literacy.
Wu Zhen, pinching the book in pain, began to learn to read, and followed Rong Niang to recite aloud: "The world is wild, the universe is yellow..."
Wuzhen's pained look, and Rongniang's bewildered look are very amusing.
Yu Qingyao laughed secretly from time to time watching from the sidelines.
Wu Zhen studied for an hour, barely learned to write the first eight characters, and each character was written like a bird's claw.
Rong Niang felt a headache when she saw it. I feel that this is more difficult than teaching five or six-year-old children. The main reason is that Wuzhen is unwilling to learn, resists in her heart, and is not serious about learning.
Yu Qingyao looked funny, cooked tea, and asked Rong Niang to drink it, well, the break time between classes must also be guaranteed.
As if being pardoned, Wu Zhen hurriedly threw away the book, turned back into a crow and flew out.
Yu Qingyao was angry and funny, and shouted: "Don't run too far, and come back after a stick of incense."
"Oh!" Wu Zhen responded, flapping her wings and flying away.
Rong Niang was stunned and dropped the teacup. If it weren't for Yu Qingyao's quick hands and quick eyes, the good white jade cup would have been ruined.
"She, she, she, yes, yes, yes..."
"Well, she is my demon pet, thank you!" Yu Qingyao said with a smile.
Rong Niang was speechless.
She finally understood why her gift money was so expensive. It turned out that what I taught was not a child, but a monster. This is simply taking your life to teach!
"Don't be afraid, she wouldn't dare to hurt you without my order." Yu Qingyao comforted.
Rong Niang collected herself, smiled wryly and nodded.
At this point, she has no choice but to trust Yu Qingyao.
Yu Qingyao urged: "I respect the teacher, don't dare to discipline her because she is a monster, beat her when she should be beaten, and scold her if she should be scolded, show the appearance of a gentleman, and I will support you."
Rong Niang is sweating.
Seeing Yu Qingyao's schadenfreude, Rong Niang forced a smile and said, "I've been here for so long, and I still don't know what to call my boss? It's really rude."
Yu Qingyao didn't hide from her at this time, and said with a smile: "My surname is Yu, you can call me Daoist Yu. Your student's name is Zhen."
Rong Niang hummed, silently remembering.
Yu Qingyao changed the subject and said: "I heard that Rong Niang is good at poetry and prose. I am very interested in writing poetry, but I can't. How can I write a good poem?"
Rong Niang talked about the method of writing poems, and said: "Actually, there is nothing special about it. When you learn to write poems for beginners, you always start with the couplets. When you are proficient in the couplets, it will be easy to write poems."
"Oh? What kind of pairing is a pairing sentence?"
Rong Niang said: "The easiest thing is to start with one word, such as wind to rain, sun to moon, and when you are proficient, add another word, such as spring breeze to autumn rain, rising sun to bright moon. Add slowly, and increase by word. When you get to short sentences, then change from short sentences to long sentences. When you meet the sentences, learn the rhythm of poetry and write according to the rhythm of poetry, it will be easy."
"Is that all right?" Yu Qingyao asked curiously.
Rong Niang laughed and said: "Of course not, this is just the most basic. After the meeting, you have to read more poems from the predecessors, ponder them carefully, first imitate and use the poems of the predecessors, and then learn to write poems yourself. Writing poems It seems simple, but in fact it has stumped many talents. It is easy to write a poem, but it is as difficult as climbing the sky to write it well."
Yu Qingyao nodded in agreement with this statement. She had read many ancient poems in her previous life. There are so many people who wrote poetry in ancient times, but there are only a few poets who write well and can be passed down through the ages. For those famous poets, not every poem can be famous through the ages, and often only a few are widely known.
As soon as she rolled her eyes, she wanted to increase Wuzhen's studies, and said, "How about this! I'm impatient with her learning slowly. While you are teaching her to read, teach her to answer sentences."
Rong Niang said hesitantly, "Isn't that bad?"
"There's nothing wrong with it, she's a monster, she's smart! She's a quick learner." Yu Qingyao said decisively.
Rong Niang had never seen a monster before, so she believed it was true, and when Wu Zhen came back, she really started teaching her couplets.
Wu Zhen couldn't tell because she was suffering, so she learned the correct sentences with a bitter face.
Yu Qingyao sat listening with a smile on her face, learning secretly. She didn't want it to be known that she couldn't write poetry.
From then on, Rong Niang followed Yu Qingyao's master and servant to live in seclusion here.
After a few days, Rong Niang felt at ease, but she was a little worried. She looked around quietly, and there were bamboos outside, not even a road.
(end of this chapter)