The two people chatted for a while, and the Second Miss seemed to be a chatterbox. One moment she asked him where he was from, the next moment she asked him where he was studying, and the next moment she asked him why he came to the Xiao Family to be a servant.
Lin Wanrong did not know whether to laugh or cry. This Xiao Yushuang, although young, was very clever. She could ask all kinds of strange questions, and was even more paparazzi than the paparazzi.
After chatting for a while, seeing that her injury was gradually getting better, and she was able to stand up and walk slowly by herself, Lin Wanrong felt relieved. Ignoring Xiao Yushuang's urging to stay, he took his leave and ran away. He really could not stand this little girl's questioning, whether big or small. Instead, he would rather fight with the Zhenyuan General.
Back to the place where he lived, he did not see the shadow of Uncle Fu. Lin Wanrong secretly hated the old man who betrayed him to Xiao Yushuang. Thinking about the experience with Miss Xiao today, it was really a bit bizarre. Unexpectedly, the little girl was convinced by the divine skill of spanking. Lin Wanrong could not help but sigh, his luck was really good.
The next morning, when Lin Wanrong just arrived at the study, he saw the Young Cousin holding a piece of calligraphy in his hand and said, "Good boy, so you are hiding your strength."
Lin Wanrong did not know what he meant, so he said with a smile, "But I don't know what the Young Master is asking about?"
The Young Cousin threw the calligraphy in his hand to Lin Wanrong and said, "Look at it yourself."
This was a piece of good Xuan paper, the ink scattered everywhere through the Xuan paper, and the veins were clearly visible. The handwriting on the paper was graceful and dignified, compared to that of Dong Qiaoqiao, it was very beautiful. At a glance, it was obvious that it was the handwriting of a woman. The content of the calligraphy and painting was the poem that Lin Wanrong recited yesterday.
Only Lin Wanrong and Xiao Yushuang knew about this poem. Needless to say, this was naturally written by Miss Xiao. He didn't expect that even though that girl was eccentric and unruly, and was so young, her handwriting was so beautiful. He had really underestimated her previously.
"This was given to me by my cousin today. She said that it was your doing. Lin San, I didn't expect you to be so capable. It seems like I've underestimated you." The Young Cousin snorted angrily. He had read this poem many times, but he didn't expect a servant to have such skills. How could he not be angry? He was well aware of his own situation. If he wanted to possess such talent, he would probably have to reincarnate in his next life.
The teacher bowed deeply to Lin Wanrong and said, "So the teacher was actually such a hidden talent. This student has learned a lot."
Lin Wanrong hurriedly said, "How can this be? This junior only obtained it by chance. How can I deserve such a big bow from teacher?"
This teacher was also an honest person. Seeing that the other person's knowledge was above his, he was willing to lower himself so that his reputation as a scholar wouldn't be in vain.
Originally, he just wanted to fool the little girl. Who knew that the little girl would be so impatient and let Lin Wanrong be the bird that stuck out? This made Lin Wanrong very unhappy. Pretending to be a pig to eat a tiger, this is interesting. This little girl is clearly deliberately making things difficult for me.
After rejecting the teacher's strong invitation to study together, Lin Wanrong's heart was filled with hatred. Xiao Yushuang, that girl, wasn't she setting me up? She clearly knew that I wasn't interested in these poems, but she still wanted to publicize it. Was it not enough that I spanked her little butt yesterday?
Seeing that the Young Cousin was still unhappy, Lin Wanrong hurriedly went to his side and whispered, "Young Master, don't worry. In fact, this poem was copied by me."
The Young Cousin's eyes lit up, "Really?"
Lin Wanrong solemnly nodded and said, "Of course. Think about it, with your wise and powerful Young Master, you can't write a good poem. How can I, a lowly servant, do it? "
The Young Cousin nodded and said, "That's true." Then, as if he suddenly thought of something, he said, "Lin San, where did you copy this poem from? Is there a compilation?"
The Young Cousin's eyes turned, and Lin Wanrong knew what he was going to shit. Needless to say, he must have the idea of plagiarism. For a child of a rich family like him, he didn't have the drive to learn, but he did have a lot of crooked ways to learn.
Lin Wanrong blinked and said, "These are all the works of scholars from my hometown. You probably haven't heard of them here. There's no compilation either." Seeing the deep disappointment on the Young Cousin's face, Lin Wanrong changed his tone and said, "But, I remember quite a lot."
The Young Cousin's worry turned into joy and he said, "Lin San, you really remember?"
Lin Wanrong said, "I don't remember much, but it's enough for Young Master to use. Young Master, don't worry. With me around, I guarantee that the two ladies will look at you in a different light. "
This sentence touched the Young Cousin's heart, and the Young Cousin's gratitude was indescribable.
Lin Wanrong softly said a few more words, and the Young Cousin's face was incomparably happy. He repeated it back and forth, and it took a long time for him to completely memorize it. He held onto Lin Wanrong's hand even more tightly. He was already full of admiration for his selflessness.
As the two of them were talking, they saw Miss Xiao with a smile on her face. She pushed open the door and walked in. She greeted the teacher and said, "Hello, Teacher."
Lin Wanrong saw that she had some difficulty walking, and knew that her injuries from yesterday had not completely healed. He thought to himself, "Today I have to teach this girl a lesson, so that she won't leak my secrets everywhere."
The teacher hurriedly returned the greeting. Xiao Yushuang turned her head and glanced at Lin Wanrong, but she unconsciously touched her small buttocks. It was obvious that her memory of his rudeness yesterday was still fresh.
Lin Wanrong laughed in his heart, "Let this little girl have more ideas." He pretended to respectfully greet Xiao Yushuang and said, "Second Miss, good morning."
Xiao Yushuang snorted softly and looked at him with a pout. Her face was a little shy, but she didn't speak to him. She directly said to Guo Wuchang, "Cousin Guo, you are also very early today?"
The Young Cousin saw that the Second Miss took the initiative to talk to him, and hurriedly said with joy, "Second Cousin, I have been waiting for you here."
"What are you waiting for me for?" The Second Miss asked curiously.
The Young Cousin said, "Yesterday I specially wrote a new poem for you, and today I want to ask you to teach me."
As soon as he said this, not only the Second Miss, but even the teacher was a little surprised. This Young Cousin was good at everything, but he didn't know how to write poems.
The Second Miss covered her small mouth and giggled, "Don't tell me it's another Guan Guan Ju Dou?"
The Young Cousin smiled embarrassedly, "Cousin, what are you saying? I was just joking with you yesterday. In fact, I already have a good poem. "
The Young Cousin lightly took two steps, waved his jade fan, and pretended to recite, "Half of the Jade Pavilion is singing, and the wind sends the palace concubines laughing and talking. The moon hall's shadow opens to hear the night leaks, and the water curtain rolls close to the autumn river. "
The Second Miss and the teacher were a little stunned. Obviously, they didn't expect such a good poem to come from the mouth of the Young Cousin. It must be known that yesterday he only had six of his seven apertures opened. How could he have such talent today?
Although Xiao Yushuang was young, she had a clever mind. Thinking of Lin Wanrong's outstanding performance yesterday, she couldn't help but look at him. She saw Lin San shaking his head and reciting slowly, as if he was also immersed in the Young Cousin's beautiful poem.
Was this poem really written by the Young Cousin? Although there was a big question mark in Xiao Yushuang's heart, but Lin Wanrong's expression was as usual, and she couldn't see anything for a moment.
The teacher clapped his hands and said, "Young Cousin, with these two lines of yours, it is simply a shocking talent. I will go and report the good news to Madam. "
The Young Cousin hurriedly pulled him back and said, "Teacher, don't be anxious. Wait for me to obtain scholarly honors, and then I will report it to Madam."
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