Zhao'er saw that wet look on the little man's face again, and this kind of look made her unable to resist the most.
Dear one
"I know, you're still blaming me in your heart."
"I do not have."
"You have. If you want to prove that you don't have it, then kiss me, and I'll believe you don't blame me."
Zhao'er's mind was in chaos, knowing that this was wrong, but she couldn't help but think of what he said before—
I know that you want this piece of land, so you use the means, just to clear your worries. If you don't like it, I won't do it in the future.
Don't be afraid, I'll be fine when I pass the exam.
"Just one kiss?" Zhao'er hesitated.
Xue Tingxiang nodded generously.
"Then, then close your eyes."
He glanced at her and closed his eyes obediently.
Zhao'er looked at his jade-colored cheeks, and suddenly found that the little man's eyelashes were very dense and long, long and curled, no wonder she always felt that his eyes were dark, like a well with no bottom.
She thought about it for a while, then took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and printed it on the place she imagined.
Little did she know that the moment she closed her eyes, Xue Tingxiang had already opened her eyes. She looked cute with her eyes closed and her pink lips half-toed, like a new born piglet.
He tilted his face slyly, and the pink lips were just on his thin lips. Zhao'er felt that something was wrong, and opened her eyes subconsciously, just in time to meet his smiling and innocent eyes.
She wanted to back away immediately, but was wrapped around her waist. He pressed against her lips and said, "Why did you kiss here? I haven't found out that you are so bad, Zhao'er, and you want to steal my mouth. That's all, if you want to eat, I'll give it to you, but let's talk about it first. Well, I don't have rouge."
After speaking, he opened his lips and deepened the kiss. Zhao'er was not prepared at all, and was sucked by the tip of his tongue.
After that, her mind became a mess, and she would react later, or it was because Xue Tingyan's hand touched a place where it shouldn't be touched.
"What are you doing?"
So it's good to be strong, Xue Tingxiang also took precautions in vain, but unfortunately he has thin arms and thin legs, and Zhao'er pushed him away with just a little force. However, he has a hand that is quite stubborn, still covering it in the unspeakable place.
Zhao'er stared at the white knuckles that covered the towering body, and her face was as red as fire.
"Gou'er, you've learned badly! Did you learn from Zhao Jinrui, how can you, can you..."
She hurriedly pushed him again, this time far away.
Xue Tingxiang fell on the kang, motionless, with his knuckles lightly on the tip of his nose, sniffing the refreshing fragrance. Here, Zhao'er jumped off the kang, and after finishing his clothes, he realized that he hadn't moved.
Thinking of hearing the thumping sound before, she hurriedly leaned forward to look at him. As soon as he leaned over, he was pulled down on him.
Zhao'er wanted to have a seizure, but I heard him say vaguely, "Zhao'er, I have a headache..."
With a look of pain on his face, his brows furrowed, Zhao'er immediately forgot everything.
"I feel it, does it hurt so bad? I'll find someone to take you to the hospital, you wait..." After she said that, she wanted to get up, but she was dragged and not lost: "No, it just hurts a little, lie down Just lie down."
"It's not that our family has no money now. It depends on the doctor that we still have money, so we don't need to save it."
"I'm really fine, just lie down for a while. Would you like to rub it for me?"
Zhao'er was also in a dizzy dizziness. No countryman would go to the doctor if he bumped his head. As for the little baby being hit on the head, it's even easier, the adults just help to rub it.
Zhao'er rubbed him lightly.
Xue Tingxiang lay there, enjoying the grace of the beautiful woman, not to mention how happy she was.
He looked at her serious appearance, Zhao'er was stupid, stupid, what he said was what he said.
He is also stupid. Before he was not stupid, even in his dreams, he would treat him like a child because of Zhao'er, and he was stagnant in his heart, and he could never calm down in his heart.
The principle is the same, it depends on how people do it.
"Zhao'er, I also want to eat the sangzi noodles you made, with daylily, fungus and mushrooms."
"Okay, I'll make it for you later. It happens to be available at home, ready-made."
"I still want to eat the oily meat you made, but you don't know that the food in the school canteen is very unpalatable. Every time you bring me pickled vegetables, the little fat man will eat more than half of it, but I can't tell the difference when it's my turn. to what?"
"Then I said to bring you more, but you won't let me!"
"The pickles made by Zhao'er can only be eaten by me. I want to eat them until autumn, so I don't want to share them with them. I'm already very generous if I can share them with them."
After waiting for Zhao'er, he went to the kitchen, and his face was already in harmony, but he was stunned there for a long time.
She felt that today's little man was very squeamish and childish, which reminded her of the past - when her mother was not in good health, her father was busy doing carpentry, and she did all the cooking in the second room. She is also a little taller than the stove, and the little man is two heads shorter than her, only a little older, but he always likes to follow behind her, shouting one by one.
"Zhao'er, I want to eat purple mulberry fruit."
"Zhao'er, I want to eat eggs."
"Zhao'er, Brother Juncai ate meat, why don't I have meat to eat?"
She took him to dig out the bird's nest, looking for eggs to eat, and remembered picking up a pheasant that she had knocked unconscious. It was the first time she roasted chicken. Although it was kept clean, it was half-baked, but he ate it deliciously.
"Zhao'er, it's really fragrant."
But I don't know when, this situation will be gone, but fortunately it is back now.
"Every time Xiu Mu returned to the academy on the first day, you were stunned, like a defeated chicken. What's the matter, that Jiang Wuge is haunted again?"
Xue Tingxiang glanced at Mao Badou, sat down in front of his case, took out the pen, ink, paper, inkstone and other items from the book bag, placed them one by one, and put the book bag under the case.
Seeing that the other party ignored him, Mao Badou was quite annoyed: "Well, you little Tingzi, when you want to use your elder brother, you will be a good elder brother. Now that you don't need it anymore, a good elder brother will become an eyesore, you have no conscience. of."
Every time Mao Badou speaks, it will change from seriousness to seriousness.
Li Datian burst out laughing behind the two of them, and poked Mao Badou's fat waist before saying, "Badou, what books have you read again?"
It was Li Datian who knew about Mao Badou, and after taking a long day off, Mao Badou went to the small book stand he usually went to whenever he had money. It happened that the owner of the book stand had a newsbook, so he bought it. Both are original.
It was still early, the teacher had not come yet, and there were only a few students sitting scattered in the lecture hall. Although Mao Badou was not used to being serious, he was still afraid that people would hear him, so he smiled proudly and said in a low voice, "The Buddha said that you can't say it."
"Even if you are a Buddha, you are the fattest Maitreya Buddha."
"Okay, Li Datian, dare to say that the young master is fat." Mao Badou jumped up after being pricked.
The two quarreled for a while, Xue Tingyan reluctantly glanced at Chen Jian next to him and shook his head.
Just as he was about to tell the two to stop joking around, several students passed by and sneered, "That's it, how dare you say that you are in the armor."
The reason why I say this is because of Mao Badou.
He changed his previous temperament and studied diligently, which really shocked everyone's jaws. Mao Badou was very popular in the academy before, and he also had a few friends, but he became estranged after that incident. After this He Ming's false accusation, some people took the initiative to talk to him.
Mao Badou knew that these people were snobs, but he wasn't stupid enough to deliberately get into trouble with people, and occasionally he would gossip and talk about hard work, and naturally he said that he was going to enter the armor. Somehow, this word spread out, and some students who had always disliked his way of life took it as a joke.
However, those who dare to sneer like this are usually not very dealing with a few people.
Mao Badou wanted to riot, but Chen Jian stopped him: "Okay, let him do what he does."
Xue Tingxiang said lazily: "You entered the armor, and you slapped them in the face."
The two of them didn't hide their voices, and naturally they heard it for the few on the opposite side. One of the students, the one who just laughed, said with disdain, "You can enter Jiao unless the Yellow River flows back."
"What if I get in?" Xue Tingxiang said suddenly.
"Entered?" The man was stunned for a moment, before he nailed it to the railroad: "Just like he usually doesn't care, he is crammed temporarily. If he can really enter the armor, God is blind."
"Then what if I get in?"
"Betting against him, betting against him." There were students next to him.
This person immediately said: "If you can enter the armor, I will lose you a tael, no, I will lose you five taels!"
Although the style of study in the academy is rigorous, scholars have always had a chance to gamble. Of course, this bet refers to an elegant bet, such as a bet on writing a poem, writing a poem or writing an essay, this time betting on academics is also included, and it can be regarded as a kind of incentive, but the bet is a bit big.
This student's name is Li Chao, and his family is also from the town. Usually, he is quite generous among his classmates. However, 5 taels of silver was a lot of money for him, and it was obvious that Mao Badou was at the bottom of Class B, so how could it be possible that he would be able to surpass everyone and enter A in March.
The well-mannered student has already spoken out to persuade him to stop, thinking that this Li Chao is deliberately playing tricks. Although Mao Badou usually doesn't talk a little bit, he's not a bad person after all, so why bet so much with people.
"It wasn't that he said he wanted to enter the Armoured Armored Forces, why didn't he dare to gamble at this time!" Li Chao blushed and retorted.
Here, Mao Badou squeezed the palm of his hand and said, "Betting, there is nothing I dare not gamble. If I can't enter the A, I will lose five taels of silver to you. If I enter the A, remember to bring your silver. The classmates here are all can testify."
"Just testify when you testify. Whoever is afraid of you is afraid that you are not capable of taking my money."
At this time, the bell rang outside, and the students did not dare to say more, and sat down after answering their papers. After a while, Mr. Meng arrived, and after saying a few words, he began to teach the scriptures.
During the break, Mao Badou went to the toilet, and Chen Jian asked Xue Tingxiang, "Did you do this on purpose?"
Hearing this, Xue Tingxiang smiled: "Tighten his nerves so that he doesn't take it seriously."
Among the four, Xue Tingxiang needless to mention, Chen Jian is the most diligent, and Li Datian seems to be inconspicuous, but his foundation in classics and righteousness is very solid.
Xue Tingxiang had tried three people before, and he was very surprised. He couldn't understand why Li Datian, who had a solid foundation, could not enter the armor.
The only explanation is that Mao Badou took Li Datian badly, or it may be that Li Datian was not in his mind. He had already made up his mind to study for two years, so he went back and waited to take his grandfather's place. A person who doesn't care about it at all, how can he make achievements in it.
As for Mao Badou, the most complicated thing for Xue Tingxiang is Mao Badou.
Let him see that Mao Badou is very smart, his brain is very active, and his memory is excellent. As long as he can put his serious thoughts on reading, it will definitely be no problem to be a scholar.
After being driven by the three of them these days, he learned quickly, but he was impatient and easily distracted. There are more than ten days before the quarterly exam, and Xue Tingxiang naturally hopes that he can focus on it again.
"You're right, it's not about personal interests. I think it's not that he will take it seriously on the day of the quarterly test."
Not to mention these, in a blink of an eye it was the day of the quarterly test.
On this day, the students got up very early.
The food for breakfast was particularly rich, and most of the dining halls knew that today was an unusual day.
After breakfast was over, many students went back to the number house to steal a book, while others were walking in the garden, shaking their heads and carrying something on their backs.
The bell rang, and everyone went to the lecture hall.
It is enough to check the pen and ink, and the water in the bamboo tube is sufficient. Some students couldn't hold their breath, they had already run to the toilet several times in the morning, and just sat down and wanted to go, they hurriedly ran out while covering their stomachs. He happened to bump into Mr. Meng and told him to leave, so he ran to the toilet at a galloping speed.
Mr. Meng did not take the book today, but held two thick rolls of paper.
After standing still, he gave the paper to the students in the front row, and asked them to take it down and send one out. After the paper was sent out, the student who went to the toilet also came back, and Mr. Meng said, "Let's start. It's half an hour, and we won't wait until it's too late."
As early as when the paper was sent out, Xue Tingxiang had already read the content above.
This paper was privately engraved in the academy. The quality of the paper and engraving was very poor. The ink on it was not completely dry, and it was black when touched. It is also because the Qingyuan Academy is too poor, and can only engrave papers of this quality.
The point is not the papers, but the questions on the papers.
This quarterly test has forty questions on the scriptures and ten questions on Moyi, for a total of fifty questions.
The so-called postscript, which began in the Tang Dynasty, is to put a few words or a few sentences in the blank of the scripture to be tested, and ask the candidates to fill it. Moyi, on the other hand, is to explain the meaning of the scriptures to a passage, and it is best to silence the commentaries on the collection without omission.
Since the students in Class B have not yet learned to do Baguwen, Baguwen is not tested. The Tiejing and Moyi are both literal learning, as long as you are familiar with the "Four Books and Five Classics" and "Zhu Zi Ji Zhu", you can do it well, the only difficulty is probably that there are too many questions.
Half an hour, fifty questions, one accident is the time is up, and the question has not been completed.
Xue Tingxiang looked up, and many students seemed to be no strangers to this quarterly test, and they started taking the test papers as soon as they got them. He dipped his pen in the well-ground ink and began to write.
The first sutra title is from "Mencius" Liang Huiwang's chapter sentence -
King Xuan of Qi asked, "Have you heard about Qi Huan and Jinwen?"
Mencius replied, the latter is empty, and candidates need to fill it.
Xue Tingxiang quickly wrote - "Zhongni's disciples who do not have Daohuan and Wen's affairs will not be passed on to future generations. The ministers have not heard of it. If there is no reason, then the king?"
In fact, these sutra questions are not difficult, and it is rare that they cannot be wrong. But if you miss a word, the question is wrong. After these days of hard study and copying, Xue Tingxiang can be said to memorize the "Four Books and Five Classics" and "Zhu Zi Ji Zhu".
In particular, he has learned many times in his dreams. In reality, he only needs to consolidate a few more times, and he will get twice the result with half the effort. That's why Chen Jian and others were very curious, seeing that Xue Tingxiang didn't study much at ordinary times, and mostly copied books, why no matter how many people came up with the questions, they couldn't stumped him.
Xue Tingxiang quickly finished writing forty sutras in one go. He put his pen to rest, looked up and looked around. Most of the people were engrossed in writing. He took out another diabolo tube and drank some water, then covered the bamboo tube, and Fang continued to do the rest of the ink meaning questions.
Moyi questions are all small questions, so it looks like a lot, but it's actually very quick to do.
After Xue Tingxiang finished it, he checked it again and made sure that there were no mistakes, so he took out the bamboo tube and washed the pen in a bowl that was used as a pen.
His behavior is a bit abrupt. You must know that almost all of the more than 30 students are immersed in the problem, but he has a leisurely attitude, which means that the problem is completed.
Mr. Meng, who was sitting at the top, focused his eyes and turned around on Xue Tingxiang.
Going to see the hourglass again, it's just halfway through.
As the person presiding over this quarterly exam, Mr. Meng naturally knows where the difficulty of the quarterly exam is. There are too many questions and too little time. Many students cannot finish all the questions in each quarterly exam. If you can't finish writing, you can't count it, which is the same as not being in the first class.
But Xue Tingxiang finished writing it so early in advance. He knew what to do, and he still couldn't do the above questions, so he just gave up on himself.
Mr. Meng was quite familiar with Xue Tingxiang. When he entered the museum, the owner greeted him and told him to pay more attention to this student. Usually, when he looks at this person, his performance is not top-notch, and it can even be said to be unknown. Especially before this person entered the museum, he had only studied in a private school in the countryside for a few years, and he could not even understand the meaning of scriptures.
After thinking silently for a while, Mr. Meng opened his lips and said, "If you are done, you can submit it in advance."
The voice suddenly sounded in the quiet lecture hall, and most of the students raised their heads as if waking up from a dream, and looked around blankly. It wasn't until someone stood up that they realized that someone was done.
how is this possible! Looking down at the remaining questions on his paper, the voice of surprise was in his throat. If it wasn't for the quarterly exam, you shouldn't make a lot of noise, probably a lot of people have already cried out.
Xue Tingxiang picked up the book bag and respectfully handed the paper to Mr. Meng.
Mr. Meng glanced down, looked at him again, and nodded.
Xue Tingxiang just went out.