When his thin and tall figure stood in front of Ye Qiqi, he blocked the sunlight above her head.
Ye Qiqi raised her head and looked at him with blinking eyes.
"Why is that wife... gone?" Mo Hanqing hesitated for a moment, suppressed the uneasiness in his heart, and asked Ye Qiqi in a low voice.
"I don't know either." Ye Qiqi looked at him with an innocent expression on his face and said, "He asked me what my name was, whether I had studied poetry before, and who I studied under. After I answered, he Just ran away.”
"How did you answer?" Mo Hanqing asked with a frown.
"I answered truthfully." Ye Qiqi answered honestly.
"Then he ran away?"
"Hmm..." Ye Qiqi nodded, thought for a while, and added: "The previous masters also ran away like this."
“…”
Mo Hanqing felt a little speechless.
Could it be because those masters felt that Ye Qiqi was an unteachable child...
Thinking about it carefully, other ladies from official families have all started learning piano, chess, calligraphy and painting since they were young. After so many years of accumulation, no matter how bad they are, they always have one or two things they are good at.
But now, he asked the masters to teach Ye Qiqi everything within a few days and defeat those official ladies...
Rather than watching Ye Qiqi being compared to others after teaching, it would be better not to teach at all.
Mo Hanqing's face suddenly darkened a bit.
Just at this time, a guard hurried in from outside the door. He ran to Ye Chengan, knelt down on one knee, clasped his fists towards him and said: "Master, the time is coming. The carriage from the palace is already waiting outside the house. Should we...should we leave?"
When Ye Chengan heard this, he turned to look at Mo Hanqing.
However, the latter's expression was really not very good-looking.
"Ahem, Han Qing??" Ye Chengan hesitated for a moment and called him in a low voice.
"Yes." Mo Hanqing responded coldly. He took a deep breath and shouted to Ye Qiqi in a low voice: "Ye Qiqi."
"Um?"
"You..." Mo Hanqing opened his mouth, wanting to say something to her, but in the end, no word came out.
He actually wanted to tell her, "You have to work hard."
But thinking about those wives who had fled, Mo Hanqing suddenly felt that saying "come on" would be of no use...
For now, we can only leave it to fate.
I just hope that Ye Qiqi's own foundation is not too bad, and at least he can survive the first few rounds of competitions.
"What's wrong??" Ye Qiqi tilted her head and asked when she saw that he didn't speak for a long time after he called her name.
"It's nothing." Mo Hanqing withdrew his gaze and said calmly: "Remember you have to defeat everyone, otherwise..."
Ye Qiqi suddenly had black lines on his head, "I know, I know, eight hundred thousand taels! I will definitely try my best."
"Yes." Mo Hanqing nodded, flicked his sleeves and walked straight towards the gate of the Prime Minister's Mansion.
Mo Xiuzhu and Murong Hongyu quickly followed him.
Ye Chengan glanced at Ye Qiqi, sighed, then reached out and patted her shoulder and said: "Qiqi, don't be nervous, just do your best."
"Okay." Ye Qiqi nodded. He didn't understand why each of them had the same expression as the execution ground.
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Half an hour later, rows of carriages were parked at the entrance of the palace.
There were nuns from the palace standing at the entrance of the palace, waiting for the ladies from each family to get off the bus.