The female supporting role is as beautiful as a flower (wearing a book)

Song Qingjin took out a vermilion pen and marked it carefully.After reading the first page, I started to get stuck.She clicked on the pages of the book and read word by word: "Qiqi spring grass grows, Wang Sun Youyou... Youyou..."

At that time, Xiao Yixuan was coming back from outside.Because I felt bored in the house, I also wandered around the mansion, but when I reached the small bridge, I happened to see Song Qingxi sitting on a big rock, reading a book carefully.

Xiao Yixuan stopped in his tracks, and reached out his hand to block Ankang along the way.He turned to a nearby tree and looked at Song Qingjin who was sitting there quietly reading.She was dressed in clothes that perfectly matched the spring scenery, and she was sitting under an apricot tree that was about to bloom, competing with the poetry collection in her hand.

The breeze blows, blowing down a few petals of winter jasmine in the bushes behind.It landed on her books and clothes.Song Qingjin raised her face, with a slight smile on the corner of her mouth, the melting sunlight shone on her face, delicate and beautiful.

Xiao Yixuan has seen many women.Different kinds.Huan fat, Yan thin, graceful and plump, he has seen many of them.But like a monk, not a single fingernail is stained.

Most of the women who can be sent to heaven are trained.Although the styles are different, every frown and smile seems to be measured with a ruler, walking within the frame.

Even these girls in the mansion look the same.Therefore, Xiao Yixuan was extremely contemptuous and disgusted with those men who indulged in wine pools and meat forests all day long, and felt that it was a waste of time, arresting one and a hundred were all the same.

However, the woman Song Qingjin made him feel refreshed.She was born beautiful but not coquettish, and she grew up among ordinary people but not vulgar.Sometimes he is as smart as a fox, but sometimes he is as clumsy as a three-year-old child.There seemed to be a bit of stubbornness in her bones, and the spirit of not admitting defeat no matter what.

He seemed to feel that his master had been standing under the tree for too long, so he started to talk about it: "Master, tell me, although this Song girl was born as a slave and used to do rough work, she is as tender as a water onion. It doesn't seem like you grew up in the country at all. Don't you think?"

Xiao Yixuan was very upset when he heard Ankang's vulgar words, so he turned his head and reprimanded: "Shut up."

Ankang said half of what he said, but now he was stuffed back abruptly, so he had to cover his mouth.Xiao Yixuan continued to look at Song Qingjin, she was still fighting with the words she just saw, Xiao Yixuan saw that she was scratching her head, and couldn't help walking up.

He heard Song Qingjin's voice reading, and added the last word: "Love."

Song Qingjin was obviously taken aback, and immediately closed the book and read it.When he saw the face of the person coming, he immediately threw the book aside, got up and saluted, "Your servant has seen the prince."

Xiao Yixuan looked at Song Qingmei, and after a while, he asked: "In Xie Lingyun's "Behind Journey", the luxuriant spring grass grows, and Wang Sunyou is affectionate. The difference is that the swallows are flying, and the peaches are flourishing."

Song Qingjin didn't have time to reply, she immediately took out a vermilion pen, drew several strokes on the book, and said, "Your Majesty, please speak slowly, and this servant will write it down."

Xiao Yixuan sighed, as if he sighed lightly, and said, "Boring."

Song Qingjin smiled awkwardly, flicked the pages of the book with her fingers, and said, "Why doesn't the lord say that the servants are boring? At most, they say that the servants are ignorant. When I read the account book last time, the servants didn't even know those words. Find a way to serve the old concubine."

Xiao Yixuan replied: "Then who do you ask for the words you don't know?"

Song Qingjin smiled and said: "Return to the prince, the old concubine said, if you don't know these words, ask the servant to ask her. She will give it to the servant."

Xiao Yixuan narrowed his eyes, looked at Song Qingjin for a while, and said, "You don't need to ask my concubine mother, starting tomorrow, I will teach you how to read and write."

Song Qingjin let out an "ah".Looking at Xiao Yixuan in surprise.Ankang said at the side: "Miss Qing, what are you doing? Thank you, my lord. My lord reads and writes, but I learned from Mr. Li in the Taixue. Mr. Li's talent is the number one in the court, and my lord is his master." Taught by hand."

Song Qingmei didn't have time to think about it, so she bowed her body and said: "Thank you, my servant."

Xiao Yijin raised his eyebrows and looked at Song Qingjin: "Aren't you willing?"

How could Song Qingjin dare to say she didn't want to.She shook her head like a rattle drum: "How could it be? The prince wants to teach the slaves to read and write. The slaves can't ask for it, but they are flattered for a while, and don't know how to reply. In addition, the slaves thought, the prince has a lot of things in the previous court. , I was afraid that after you taught the slaves, it would waste your time and cause you trouble, so I said so."

The corner of Xiao Yixuan's mouth raised a mocking chuckle: "Song Qing, you are really an obedient person, you deal well with the concubine mother, but you have gained her trust in a few days, even in front of this king, you are also decent in response, never Sorry."

Song Qingjin lowered her head, not knowing how to answer Xiao Yixuan's words for a moment.Seeing that Song Qingjin didn't answer, he continued to ask: "This king is a little confused now, who are you?"

Xiao Yixuan's words were light and light, but they carried a vague threat.However, after hearing what Xiao Yixuan said, Song Qingjin was not afraid anymore.She raised her head and said: "Who is the servant, the prince already knew? The prince probably knows better than myself, so why bother to ask the servant?"

The smile on Xiao Yixuan's face disappeared completely.Song Qingjin was not afraid either.Simply staring at him like this.Anyway, no matter how smart Xiao Yixuan was, he didn't know that Song Qingjin had traveled from another world. Therefore, even if Xiao Yixuan had doubts about what Song Qingjin did, he couldn't find anything at all.

Hsiao Yixuan's beautiful eyes blinked, he didn't expect that he suffered a bad loss from Song Qing Concubine.He took a few steps back, flicked his sleeves, turned and left.Ankang made a face at Song Qingjin, and followed Xiao Yixuan to leave.

Song Qingjin immediately stood up from the ground, and asked Xiao Yixuan's back, "My lord, will the servant still use you to learn how to write tomorrow?"

Xiao Yixuan turned around when he heard the words, and said to Song Qingmei: "Why don't you come, you will come to my prince's room tomorrow after finishing your work at mother's, do you understand?"

The two came back and forth and made a [-]-[-] split.But looking at it carefully, it was still me who was crying.Song Qingjin shook her head, and said to herself, "Sure enough, I still can't play tricks with this person."

But she really didn't want to learn to read and write from Xiao Yixuan.Who knows what tricks that guy will try with himself.Song Qingjin didn't bother to look at the flowers and plants in the garden anymore.As she walked towards her own Ningshuang Pavilion, she thought, if it is possible tomorrow, she should ask the old concubine to intercede and see if she can not go to Xiao Yixuan's place.

The next day, Song Qingjian got up early on purpose, ate a meal in a panic, and went to the old concubine's yard.After she boiled hot water and wiped the tables and chairs in the house, she stood in front of the yard to greet the old concubine.

After a while, the old concubine came back from outside.This time it was Hongliu who went with her, and she didn't bring Song Qingjin with her, so when she saw her, she had a smug smile on her face.

Song Qingjin didn't want to pay attention to her, she went forward to salute by herself, then helped the old concubine's hand, and went into the room.As soon as she entered the door, the old concubine looked at the neat arrangement of the room, and said, "Young concubine, this time it's really hard for you, because you are here alone, and you still put all these things in such an orderly manner."

Song Qingjian helped the old concubine to sit down, handed her a cup of freshly brewed hot tea, and said, "Toffee, try this tea, it was brought back by the prince. I just ordered someone to bring it over last night."

The old concubine took a sip and said: "It tastes good, Xuan'er has a heart."

Song Qingjin stepped aside, looked at Hongliu's proud face, and asked:

"Sister Hongliu, this time I went out with the concubine, is it so lively outside?"

Hongliu sneered, and said: "Even if it's lively outside, but I'm busy taking care of the old concubine, where can I go back and look at those things? I see that young concubine, you like the excitement so much, if you are really asked to go with the concubine this time, You are so busy looking at the beautiful scenery outside, how can you have time to take care of the concubine?"

Song Qingjin didn't reply.Just smiled.She knew that the old concubine never liked sharp-tongued people, and Hongliu was fine at first, but since she hated Song Qingjin, she started to make trouble for Song Qingjin in different ways, and now she simply doesn't care about her predecessors and future generations. up.

The old concubine put down her teacup, frowned, and said to Hongliu, "Hongliu, you go down first, and watch the people in the kitchen cook."

Hongliu waited in place for a while, then turned and left.Song Qingjin smiled and said to the old concubine, "Don't worry too much, I guess sister Hongliu is tired, that's why she speaks so carelessly."

The old concubine snorted coldly, and said to Song Qingjin, "Hongliu is not young anymore, and she used to be a decent person, but look at her now, she speaks more and more rashly, and doesn't pay attention at all."

Song Qingjin knew that she could no longer speak at the moment, so she stood aside with a faint smile on her face.The old concubine saw that although Song Qingjin didn't speak, she was more and more fond of her. After all, there was no harm without comparison.

The old concubine grabbed Song Qingjin's hand, brought her in front of her, and said, "You are good at talking and doing things, and you are not too talkative."

The old concubine continued: "Have you read the collection of poems that Aijia gave you last time? I don't know how to read, so find time for Aijia to read it?"

Song Qingjin thought about it, maybe now is the time, she thought for a while, how to process these words before speaking.

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