Meng Yizhen guessed right. When they went, the lady was already angry.
At that time, the female gentleman had neatly combed hair on the temples, and wore a blue placket. Her cheeks were thin and her thin eyebrows were deeply wrinkled. When she looked at Meng Qiqi and the others, her eyes rolled with impatience.
Sure enough, before Meng Eqi and the others could explain, the lady had already said, "It's too late again. Princess Laiyi, if you let others wait for you every time, it would be inappropriate to delay her study. Today I only I can punish you for copying the "Disciple Rules" twice more for the second sister Meng and the fourth sister Meng, and I hope that Princess Laiyi will copy it carefully, and don't let her write it!"
After all, she ignored the three and turned her head to give a lecture.
Meng Qiqi was really innocent, but she felt that she was speechless at this moment. It was true that she got up late before, and Mrs. Meng asked Meng Yilian and Meng Yizhen to wait for her, but the three of them were late together. But now I really don't blame her! She collided with Nie Xuanlie's carriage, who could she turn to!
Seeing Meng Yizhen's hearty eyes, Meng Eqi finally sighed.
Just copy it, the big deal is not to sleep tonight.
When school was about to end, the maid brought by Meng Eqi was packing things for her. The lady passed by with the book in her arms, and she didn't forget to drop a cold sentence: "Princess Laiyi, I read your words last time, write It is too scribbled. Please write down your "Disciple's Regulations" today, and you must write it neatly, otherwise it will not be counted, and you will copy it to me when you come to school in the future. Practice writing."
After she finished speaking, she walked away with her head held high.
Yan Sha stood behind Meng Eqi and gritted her teeth. She looked at the figure of her master standing in front of her, and Meng Eqi lowered her head and looked solemn.
It must be because of the discomfort of being targeted by the female gentleman. Although my sister looks at the infinite scenery, who can understand the bitterness inside? Usually, if you do well, you will be pretentious. If you do not do well, you will be arrogant. It's not easy for my sister. It's too much for this thin shoulder.
Yan Sha looked distressed, and just wanted to say something to comfort her, but Meng Qiqi suddenly raised her head and asked: "Yan Sha, what excuse do you and I use to see Sheng Jiayan now? If I go to see him, he will Won't you bother me?"
"...How dare he?" I really care about my sister!
Meng Eqi led a dozen servants through the hanging flower gate, ready to go to the gate and take a carriage back to Meng's house. The eldest brother Meng Tingsi happened to be walking from the other side of the corridor, and was talking to an old gentleman, thinking that he had just left school. The old gentleman beside him was dressed in a commoner, with gray hair and a very kind-hearted look.
Meng Qiqi had heard of this brilliant old Mr. Fu, and all the students under his command were talented officials. As long as they could join his sect, he would be an official of the fifth rank or above in the imperial court in the future. The old gentleman was also a Although the teacher of today's Taifu is not an official in the court, his students are all over the court and the opposition. The owner behind this Pine Forest Library is him, but he does not teach, and only occasionally comes for a stroll.
Recently, I heard that the old man has to accept several students to teach and train him personally. Meng Qiqi also knows that the big house has made a lot of efforts to send Meng Tingsi into the old man's door smoothly, and he has also used money before and after to clear a lot of contacts. But Mr. Fu's tone is very tight, but whether to accept or not depends on qualifications.
Meng Qiqi's footsteps stopped suddenly, looking at them in a trance.
Yan Sha reminded in a timely manner: "Sister, do you want to go up with the eldest young master..."
"Yan Sha," Meng Eqi interrupted him and said thoughtfully, "How about you let Sheng Jiayan go to study at Mr. Fu's house? Every time he reads that broken book, he doesn't bother me to read it. annoyed."
"Sister, you are stunned! If Young Master Sheng takes the place, the eldest lady will hate the second room to death."
Mr. Fu has only accepted a few people in a few years, almost one per family at most. If Meng Qiqi really thinks of a way to get Sheng Jiayan to squeeze in, then Meng Tingsi is basically impossible. What's more, in her eyes, although Meng Tingsi is diligent and eager to learn, her brain is too stupid, and she can't compare to her Sheng Jiayan who looks smart and capable.
Wait, why does she habitually default to her Sheng Jiayan...
Meng Eqi realized this serious problem and thought about it carefully.
Her Sheng Jiayan is equal to her Majesty the King of Hell. She has been plotting things under the King of Hell. It shouldn't be an exaggeration to be her Majesty
Hmm... it must not be an exaggeration... so it's hers.
Meng Eqi snorted disdainfully: "Who is afraid of her, the second room is empty except for me."
After returning to Meng Mansion, Meng Eqi had dinner, and asked her maid to clean up a little mahogany table, lie on the Luohan bed and start transcribing the "Guide for Disciples". Although she was copying books, there was a row of maids standing beside her, some peeled the grapes to feed her, some fanned to blow air for her, some lit a lamp and smoked incense, and waited with a soap towel by the side Washing face and hands for Meng Eqi.
If Meng Qiqi didn't sleep, even if it was three poles in the sun, they would have to follow along.
"Sister," Yansha lifted the curtain and came in, bringing in a summer night breeze: "The eldest lady just sent a bowl of lychee pieces. She was going to come to see you in person, but was stopped by the servants."
After all, Yan Sha put the bowl of chilled lychee pieces on the table in front of Meng Qiqi.
The lychee is cut into pieces, and the white and delicate pulp floats together with the crushed ice, and the ice is translucent. A layer of golden honey is also poured on top, mixed with the sweet aroma of lychees, giving off a tempting smell.
However, Meng Eqi did not lift his head, and sat on the desk and wrote hard.
Yan Sha sat beside her and took the fan sent by her maid to fan Meng Eqi herself: "In my opinion, the second sister is too embarrassed to let her carry the blame alone. I'm late today, The fourth sister didn't stand up to defend you, and the second sister doesn't say a few words when she is so loud as usual, but now I am afraid that my sister will take anger on her, so the eldest lady sent something to show her love."
She sighed again: "How easy it is to give a bowl of food, pity my sister, I don't know when it will be copied."
As soon as Yan Sha finished speaking, Meng Eqi wrote a crooked stroke. She dropped her pen angrily and crumpled the rice paper into a ball: "Yan Sha! You have been muttering beside me, how can I concentrate on transcribing?"
Yan Sha hurriedly apologized, and Meng Eqi gave up.
It was like this until the middle of the night, when the Meng Mansion was silent, and Meng Qiqi raised her head from the desk and stretched her waist long.
Yansha called hot water for her to cleanse her face, but Meng Qiqi rejected the rest of the maids, stepped on the short dunzi under the window again, and wanted to jump out of the window to see Sheng Jiayan.
Yan Sha quickly grabbed her trouser legs and said anxiously, "Sister, it's very late! Young Master Sheng is probably already asleep."
Meng Eqi pushed her hand away and stuffed the book into her arms again: "What are you afraid of, I won't talk to him, just go and have a look."
After all, she neatly flipped the window to the ground, and her figure disappeared into the night in a flash.
The orange courtyard was pitch-dark, and Sheng Jiayan didn't even light the lanterns under the corridor. Meng Qiqi felt the darkness and walked to the door against the window. Her eyes were on the gap of the door frame, and she couldn't see anything. When she pressed her body up, she accidentally pressed the door with a loud noise.
Meng Eqi was startled and quickly retracted her body.
She took out the booklet prepared for Sheng Jiayan from her arms, and when she was about to put it at the door, the door in front of her was suddenly opened.
By the moonlight, Meng Eqi saw that Sheng Jiayan was wearing a thin xie coat with a coat over it. He looked like he was woken up just after falling asleep, with a touch of displeasure.
Before Meng Eqi could speak, he hurriedly raised the book in his hand: "Look! I brought it to you, you have read through that book, look at this one."
"Are you pitying me?" he said, his voice hoarse and lazy.
"No, no!" Meng Eqi was afraid that he would refuse, and said anxiously: "Actually, I have conditions. I read this book to you, because I want you to do me a favor."
"What are you busy with?"
"I'm going to school today, and the lady told me to transcribe the "Disciple Rules" ten times and give it to her, but her handwriting is too scribbled. If I copy it again this time, it won't count. How many times, so I want to ask you to teach me to practice calligraphy..." Meng Qiqi became louder and louder, and finally saw Sheng Jiayan's eyes, and added: "I saw it when you practiced calligraphy last time, your calligraphy is very easy to teach. Teach me, and as a gift, this book will be given to you."
Sheng Jiayan didn't say anything, and didn't take the book from Meng Eqi's hand. Although his expression was indifferent, as thin as the clouds lingering on the distant mountains, he could vaguely see how handsome and extraordinary his eyebrows should be in the future. But now the green edge of his brows has not completely faded away. Facing such a number one King of Hell, Meng Qiqi felt that he was really attractive.
"Come in." After a long while, he turned his body to one side and said quietly.
Meng Qiqi was taken aback for a moment: "What... what?"
"Isn't it going to take you there later? Then start practicing now." Seeing the look on Meng Qiqi's face, he raised his eyebrows slightly: "Or do you want to go back to sleep now?"
When going back to sleep and practicing Chinese calligraphy with Lord Yama, Meng Eqi chose the latter.
So she rushed in hurriedly and sat in front of Sheng Jiayan's desk.
Sheng Jiayan lit a candle the size of a bean, and the moment the flames burst into flames, Meng Qiqi saw his jade-like face.
"Are you practicing calligraphy, or are you looking at me?" Sheng Jiayan asked with a frown when she noticed her constantly sweeping eyes.
Meng Eqi quickly straightened her body and tried her best to focus on her writing.
Sheng Jiayan next to him had his hands behind his back, and when Meng Eqi wrote a wrong stroke or wrote a crooked font, he would flirt with a mocking sentence.
"At such an age, the words written are like chicken feet holding a pen. I don't blame you ladies and gentlemen."
"..." Meng Qiqi squeezed the pen fiercely, and finally showed a bright smile to Sheng Jiayan.
OK, OK, I will endure! You are the king of hell, you are the biggest!