Meng Qiqi sat and practiced calligraphy, while Sheng Jiayan stood beside her to teach.
Sheng Jiayan's serious look is very charming, at least in Meng Qiqi's eyes. He had a rather thin profile, his brows were slightly wrinkled, and his slender fingertips pointed on the rice paper Meng Qiqi had written on. He seemed irritable but patiently taught her to practice calligraphy. Occasionally he would hold Meng Qiqi's hand Qiqi's hand wrote down stroke by stroke.
Meng Eqi only felt that her heart was about to drip with sweetness at this moment. When Sheng Jiayan bent over on the table to watch her practice calligraphy again, Meng Eqi's left hand finally couldn't hold back, and went along Sheng Jiayan's sleeve. He slid in, tightly grasping his hand hanging by the side of his leg.
Sheng Jiayan moved a cold gaze, and Meng Qiqi hurriedly pretended to cover up: "Ayan, why is this word so difficult to write?"
Sheng Jiayan looked at the simple 'one' character on the rice paper, met Meng Qiqi's sneaky eyes, and scratched his hand: "Do you want to practice calligraphy?"
"I want it." Meng Eqi put on his mouth, but grabbed Sheng Jiayan with his hand dishonestly. Seeing a faint blue vein twitching on Sheng Jiayan's forehead, he hurriedly smiled, his hand shrank down, and begged to hold it next. took one of his fingers.
It's just a finger, it doesn't matter!
In order to prevent Sheng Jiayan from having an attack, Meng Qiqi also changed the subject. She pointed to the words written by Sheng Jiayan on the rice paper on the side and patted the horse: "Ayan, how can you write so beautifully? Flowing clouds and flowing water, iron and silver hooks!"
"When you don't talk, you write a lot."
His words were calm and unhurried, and he didn't take it to heart at all. Meng Qiqi felt very uncomfortable when she heard it. She could even imagine how lonely Sheng Jiayan would be when she didn't talk and couldn't express her thoughts to the people around her. So he kept writing on paper every day, pinning the roaring thoughts in his mind in his pen.
Hey, how has their family, Lord Yama ever been so sparse! I really feel bad for her.
Meng Eqi decided in her heart that she should treat Sheng Jiayan better. Recalling that Sheng Jiayan took care of her alone and widowed so considerately in her previous life, now it is her turn to repay.
Thinking like this, Meng Eqi's hand grabbed Sheng Jiayan's thumb a little harder.
When she was tired of writing, she lay on the table and talked to Sheng Jiayan in a casual manner. In the end, Meng Eqi fell asleep, Sheng Jiayan saw that she was still holding his thumb, and tried to move a little, Meng Eqi frowned and snorted. Sheng Jiayan had no choice but to compromise.
"Trouble." He did not forget to complain, glanced impatiently at Meng Qiqi, who started snoring, stretched out his hand and dragged two pieces of rice paper, bent down and started to write something.
As soon as Meng Eqi slept, it was the early morning of the second day.
When Yan Sha came with a bunch of maids, she watched Sheng Jiayan push Meng Eqi, who was snoring, and silently pulled out her stiff and numb fingers from her hand, and then put the neatly folded rice paper on the desk. It was handed over to Yan Sha, who copied the "Disciple's Regulations" for Meng Eqi overnight.
Meng Eqi had just woken up in the mist, but she was about to throw herself on Sheng Jiayan again.
Seeing this, Yan Sha, who was waiting outside the door, hurriedly ran over to hold Meng Eqi on the left and the other with the other two maids. Yu Guang caught sight of Sheng Jiayan's cold and tired expression, and then looked at the corners of his master's sleeping mouth with traces of saliva, Yan Sha smiled shyly: "Master Sheng, let's go first."
Sheng Jiayan didn't say a word, looked back at her expressionlessly, and then his eyes fell on Meng Eqi, who was still drooling. He pursed his lips in disgust, turned and walked into the inner room.
Yan Sha hurriedly left with Meng Qiqi on her shoulders.
When Meng Eqi really woke up, she found that Sheng Jiayan not only helped her copy all the "Disciple Rules", but also wrote a copybook of her own to use for Meng Eqi's copying in the future.
Meng Qiqi asked Sheng Jiayan's copybook to be put away, and it happened that Meng Yizhen came to her with sugar-wrapped sweet-scented osmanthus cakes. The two of them were lying on the table and their mouths were full of sugar residue. Bao went to visit Mr. Fu. Third sister, will the eldest brother really go to the door of Mr. Songlin? I listen to my mother, if the eldest brother becomes Mr. Fu's student this time, the future will be immeasurable, and the eldest aunt may Be happy!"
Meng Eqi snorted with the sugar cake in her mouth, and sprayed out some white powder. Meng Yizhen hurriedly waved her hand in front of her to break it up.
"What's the use of eldest brother's gifts? Could Mr. Fu accept him for the sake of these things? Songlin College is all about qualifications, eldest brother..." Meng Qiqi shook her head with a tut, "It's almost. Our family Ayan is much better than the eldest brother, and I want him to go to Mr. Fu to try it later."
Meng Yizhen's bright eyes widened: "Third sister, why does Young Master Sheng belong to our family? Is he also mine?"
"Bah!" Meng Eqi swallowed the sugar cake in her mouth: "He belongs to the third sister alone!"
Meng Yizhen's age, she seemed to understand but nodded, and then said again: "But in two days, Mr. Fu will no longer see the students. When will the third sister take Master Sheng?"
"What!?" Meng Qiqi jumped up from the bench. According to Meng Yizhen, in a few days, Songlin College will no longer recruit students? That is to say, Mr. Fu wants to select a few people from the existing list as his personal tutor!
Is it still time for Sheng Jiayan to go now
No wonder Meng Qiqi's eldest brother went to see Mr. Fu with a large package of gifts. It seems that he is bound to become a disciple of Mr. Fu.
Meng Eqi couldn't sit still any longer, and hurriedly asked Yan Sha to pack some first-class gifts for her, and by the way prepared a carriage. She hurriedly ran to the Orange Garden, pulled up Sheng Jiayan who was just about to fall asleep, and hurriedly pushed and dragged him onto the carriage of Meng Mansion.
Under Sheng Jiayan's dissatisfied and impatient glances, Meng Qiqi said solemnly: "I will take you to see a very powerful and famous old gentleman. He is very good at teaching. He must like you. If we don't go, we will be too late. La."
After speaking, she immediately urged the driver to set off quickly.
Mr. Fu lives in Wuling Town, outside the capital. In order to arrive before her eldest brother arrives there, Meng Eqi asked the driver to take a shortcut and choose a mountain road.
When Yan Sha and a group of maids and guards chased after them in a second carriage, they stopped at the fork.
"Sister, where did they go..." Yan Sha hesitantly looked at the official road on the left, and then looked at the difficult mountain road on the right.
Yan Sha thought about it again and again, and finally chose the official road, and the carriage galloped away, completely turning away from Meng Qiqi and the others.
Meng Qiqi sat in the carriage, Sheng Jiayan rested beside her, coughing occasionally.
Meng Eqi looked at the gift list in her hand and scanned it row by row.
Agate glass cup, twin luminous pearls, unicorn pattern incense burner…
Yan Sha chose things that were not expensive and just right, and Meng Qiqi's heart fell into her stomach. She turned to see Sheng Jiayan's eyes closed, and her brows were lightly frowned. He crept past, wanting to take another nap next to him.
Unexpectedly, before she could get close, the driver outside said, "Sister, there is a row of people standing outside, they are so strange."
Meng Eqi opened the curtain and looked at a row of people with brooms, mops, and long spoons standing in front of the mountain road. The height is uneven, and the appearance is very funny.
The carriage drove towards the group of people at a constant speed, and Meng Eqi leaned on the car window and waved to the strange group of people: "Do you know where Wuling Town is going?"
One of the taller and thinner people in this row subconsciously reached out a hand, but the short man next to him jumped up and kicked his leg, and the dwarf said angrily, "Young third, you are stupid! We are bandits! Hurry up and rob, what way are you pointing people!"
The driver heard it outside, turned back and shouted into the carriage, "Sister, they are bandits themselves."
Meng Eqi was still lying on the car window, and said very impatiently, "Let them pick it up by throwing something away, we are in a hurry."
The coachman responded with a sound, and threw a string of tassels from the carriage. The tassel was made of agate, and the bandits immediately swarmed up, looting dust everywhere. The coachman drove past them at a constant speed, and just now the dwarf raised his head from the crowd and shouted: "Damn, they ran! Chase! It's just that little thing trying to confuse us into thinking we are ordinary Bandits?!"
He had just finished when another string of gold leaf bracelets was thrown from Meng Eqi's carriage in front of him, and the leaves made of pure gold were strung together one by one. The bracelet drew an arc in the air and fell to the ground, and at that moment, the dwarves joined the frantic group again.
In the end, he stood up from the dust with difficulty again, and his face still had shoe prints that he didn't know who. He spat fiercely, hit the crowded heads with the iron spoon in his hand, and scolded, "Anything you throw is a golden chain, stop them!"
In this way, Meng Qiqi's carriage was surrounded again.
"Sister, they are here again."
Meng Qiqi was looking at the drowsy Sheng Jiayan with obsessive eyes, and opened the curtain impatiently after hearing this: "You won't give them any more money!?"
After that, Meng Eqi watched her coachman being held in his arms by a tall and thin man, and the broom in the tall and thin man pressed against the nostrils of the coachman, and said viciously: "Throw out the most valuable things in your car, otherwise, I'll stick a broom in his nostril now."
As soon as he finished speaking, a red mark was smashed on his face by the jade pillow thrown by Meng Eqi.
The tall and thin man was stunned for a moment, then rolled on the floor covering his face in pain.
The short man hurriedly ran over to pick up the jade pillow, touched it carefully, and snickered, "Young third, you didn't get it for nothing! Good thing..."
Meng Eqi supported the carriage: "What more need to be fast, I'm in a hurry!"