Of course, Ye Chengan would definitely not say these words to Ye Qiqi. If Mo Hanqing found out that he was talking too much, he would probably not even know how he died.
Mo Xiuzhu looked at Murong Hongyu, tapped the table with the fan in his hand, and sighed: "It's dark, it's too dark..."
"Yes." Murong Hongyu nodded in agreement.
Ye Qiqi looked at them with confusion and asked: "What is too dark??"
"Oh, I mean, the robe Hong Yu wore today is too dark." Mo Xiuzhu turned his head and said with a smile to Ye Qiqi.
Ye Qiqi looked at him and then at Murong Hongyu. She always felt that something was wrong with what he said, but she couldn't tell what was wrong.
"By the way, Qiqi." Mo Xiuzhu thought for a while and suddenly said: "I will call you Qiqi from now on? Qiqi, are you good at any of the aspects of music, chess, calligraphy and painting? "
"Well..." Ye Qiqi frowned and thought for a moment, then shook his head innocently and said, "No, I'm best at martial arts."
"Uh..." Mo Xiuzhu was speechless.
Ye Chengan looked at the other two friends, then looked at Ye Qiqi and said: "Okay, okay, eat quickly. When you are done eating, go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion with your brother. There is a lot of homework waiting for you."
"Can I... refuse??" Ye Qiqi twitched her lips, feeling that she might have a very hard life in the next few days.
"Okay." Ye Chengan nodded.
"real?"
"Just pay Han Qing 800,000 yuan." Ye Chengan showed a bright smile to Ye Qiqi very unkindly.
“…”
Friends of animals are indeed animals! !
Ye Qiqi looked at his unusually smiling face and muttered something silently in her heart.
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A few days passed quickly.
In a blink of an eye, the day came for Mo Hanqing to choose his concubine.
Early in the morning, Mo Hanqing, Mo Xiuzhu and Murong Hongyu rushed to the Prime Minister's Mansion.
In the courtyard, Ye Qiqi was sitting next to the stone table, listening carefully to the lecture of the master sitting opposite her, while Ye Chengan was standing behind her, supervising her.
Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, Ye Chengan turned his head and immediately saw several friends entering the yard together.
Mo Hanqing, who was walking at the front, looked at Ye Qiqi expectantly, but asked Ye Chengan, "How's it going?"
"This..." Ye Chengan looked at Mo Hanqing with a troubled expression. He glanced at Ye Qiqi twice and then at the master, then lowered his voice and said, "Hey, we can't be optimistic."
"What do you mean?" Mo Hanqing's delicate eyebrows frowned tightly. When he heard this sentence, his heart suddenly felt cold.
"This morning is the last poetry class, but until now, she still can't recite the poems that Master taught her completely." Ye Chengan sighed and said: "I guess there is no hope for reciting poems."
Mo Hanqing frowned and was silent for a moment before saying, "Is reciting poetry good enough? What about other things? Those official ladies can't do everything anyway."
Ye Chengan stretched out his hand and pointed at the master opposite Ye Qiqi, and said helplessly: "This is the only master who doesn't dislike Ye Qiqi. The other masters all ran away after teaching her two lessons. Already…”