Chapter 164: Bandit on the mountain

Meng Haoqi sat down to practice writing, and Sheng Jiayanli taught beside her.
Sheng Jiayan's serious look is very charming, at least in Meng's eyes. He was still a thin profile, his brows were lightly wrinkled, and his slender fingertips were spotted on the rice paper that Meng Yiqi had written. It seemed to be irritable but he patiently taught her to practice Chinese characters. Occasionally, he held Meng萋萋's hand wrote it down stroke by stroke.
Meng Wanqi only felt that she was about to drip sweetly in her heart at this moment. When Sheng Jiayan stooped again to read her words on the table, Meng Qiyan's left hand finally couldn't hold back, and her hand was along Sheng Jiayan's sleeve Slipped in, clutching his hand down on his leg tightly.
Sheng Jiayan moved a cold eye, and Meng Eqi quickly concealed the pretence: "Ayan, why is this word so hard to write."
Sheng Jiayan looked at the simple "one" word on the rice paper and faced Meng Yingqi's sneaky gaze, earning his hands and earning: "Do you want to practice your words well?"
"I want it." Meng Eqiu mouthed, but his hand grabbed Sheng Jiayan unreliably. Seeing Sheng Jiayan's forehead faintly twitching, he quickly made a smile, his hand shrank down, and he seized the second time. Gave him a finger.
Just one finger, it doesn't matter! ?
In order to prevent Sheng Jiayan from attacking, Meng Eqiu also changed the subject. She pointed to the words written by Sheng Jiayan on the rice paper, and rang the horses on the horses: "A Yan, how can your words be so beautiful? It is so Xingyun Liushui, iron painting silver hook!"
"When you don't talk, you write more."
His words were unhurried and he didn't care about them at all. Meng Haoqi felt very uncomfortable after listening to her heart. She could even imagine how lonely Sheng Jiayan could not express her thoughts to the people around when she was not in conversation. So he kept writing on the paper every day, putting the hustle and bustle of his mind in his pen.
Hey, why have they been so stern! It really hurts her to death.
Meng Haoqi decided in her heart that she had to treat Sheng Jiayan better. Recalling that Sheng Jiayan had cared so carelessly for her widow in the previous life, now it was her turn to return.
Thinking in this way, Meng Eqin grabbed Sheng Jiayan's thumb with a little force.
When she was tired of writing, she lay on the table and talked to Sheng Jiayan. Eventually, Meng Yingqi fell asleep, Sheng Jiayan watched her still holding her thumb, tried to move a little, Meng Yingqi frowned and snorted. Sheng Jiayan couldn't but compromise.
"Trouble." He did not forget to complain. He glanced impatiently at Meng Eqi who was beginning to snore, reached for two rice papers, and bent down to start writing.
When Meng Eqiu slept, it was early morning the next day.
When Yansha came with a bunch of maidservants, she watched Sheng Jiayan wake up the screaming Meng Eqi, silently pulled out her stiff and numb fingers from her hands, and pulled his neatly stacked rice paper on the book case Handed over to Yansha, it was the copy of the "Discipline Regulations" that he had copied for Meng Eqi.
Meng Wanqi was just awake in the mist, and she had to pounce on Sheng Jiayan again.
After seeing Yan Yan outside the door, he hurriedly ran over and framed Meng Eqi with the other two maids. Yu Guang glanced at Sheng Jiayan's expression with coldness and tiredness, then looked at the corner of his master's sleeping mouth and the traces of saliva. Yansha accosted and smiled, "Master Sheng, let's go first."
Sheng Jiayan looked back at her expressionlessly without a word, and then looked at Meng Eqi, who was still drooling, squinted her lips and turned to walk into the inner room.
Yansha was busy with others and carried Meng Eqi to leave.
After Meng Yingqi really woke up, she found that Sheng Jiayan not only helped her copy all the "Discipline Regulations", but also wrote a copy of her own copy for Meng Yingqi to use in the future.
Meng Yiqi let people put Sheng Jiayan's copybook on, and it happened that Meng Yizhen came to see her with sugar-wrapped osmanthus cake. The two of them had sugar dregs on the table, and Meng Yizhen vaguely said: Bao's going to visit Mr. Fu. Three sisters, will your brother really visit Mr. Songlin? I listen to my mother. If this brother becomes a student of Mr. Fu this time, the future will be inestimable. Happy to die!"
Meng Wanqi wrapped his sugar cake in his mouth and snorted, spraying some white powder. Meng Yizhen hurriedly waved his hand in front of him.
"What's the use of giving more gifts to my elder brother? Does Mr. Fu take him for these things? Songlin College is about qualifications, elder brother..." Meng Wanqi shook his head: "Almost. We A Yan is much better than his elder brother. I will ask him to try Mr. Fu when I look back."
Meng Yizhen's two bright eyes widened: "Three sisters, why is Mr. Sheng our family? Is he also mine?"
"Bah!" Meng Hao swallowed the sugar cake in his mouth: "He is the third sister alone!"
Meng Yizhen's age nodded incomprehensiblely, and then said: "But Mr. Fu Lao will stop looking at the students in two days. When will the third sister prepare to take Grandson Sheng?"
"What!?" Meng Eqiu jumped up from the bench. According to Meng Yizhen, Songlin College stopped recruiting students in a few days? That is to say, Mr. Fu has to select a few people from his current list as personal tutors! ?
Is Sheng Jiayan still too late now?
No wonder Meng 萋萋's eldest brother took a gift bag to see Mr. Fu. Now, it seems that he is bound to become a disciple under Mr. Fu’s door.
Meng Mengqi couldn't sit still anymore, and quickly asked Yansha to pack some fine gifts for her, and prepared a carriage by the way. She hurried to the Orangery, picked up Sheng Jiayan, who was just about to sleep, and hurriedly pushed and dragged him into the carriage of Meng House.
Under the glance of Sheng Jiayan's dissatisfied and impatient eyes, Meng Eqiu said seriously: "I now take you to meet a very famous old gentleman, he is very good at teaching, he must like you, we will be too late if we don't go La."
After finishing her speech, she immediately urged the driver to set off quickly.
Mr. Fu lives in Wuling Town outside the capital. Meng Eqiu chose the mountain road for the driver to take a short cut in order to arrive before her elder brother arrived there.
Behind them, Yansha, with a group of maidservants and bodyguards, chasing in a second carriage, stopped at the fork.
"Sister, where did they go..." Yan Sha looked at the official road on the left hesitantly, and the difficult mountain road on the right.
Yansha thought again and again, and finally chose the official way, the carriage drove away, completely diverging from them.
Meng Haoqi sat in the carriage, and Sheng Jiayan rested beside her, occasionally coughing.
Meng Hao looked at the gift list in his hand and glanced down row by row.
Onyx glass cups, double night pearls, unicorn pattern incense burner...
Yan Yan chose everything that was not expensive and just right, and Meng's heart fell into his stomach. She turned to look at Sheng Jiayan's eyes closed, frowning frowning. The crippled past, want to take a nap next to him.
Who knows that before she leaned over, the driver outside came and said: "Sister, there are a row of people standing outside, they are so strange."
Meng Eqin lifted the curtains and watched a row of people with brooms, mops and long spoons standing directly in front of the mountain road. They were wearing a little weird, and the expression on their faces was even more proud of people, although they had The heights are short and uneven, and the appearance is very funny.
The carriage drove towards the group of people at a constant speed, and Meng Eqi lay on the car window and waved at the strange group of people: "Do you know where Wuling Town is going?"
One of the slightly taller and thinner people in this row subconsciously reached for a finger, but was kicked up by the short man beside him and kicked his leg. The dwarf said angrily: "Sir, you are stupid! We are bandits! Hurry up and rob, what way do you show people!"
The coachman heard it from the outside and shouted back into the carriage: "Sister, they are bandits themselves."
Meng Mengqi was still lying on the car window, impatiently saying: "Just throw something to let them pick it up, we are in a hurry."
The driver answered, and dragged a string of tassels from the carriage. The tassel fell from agate, and the bandits swarmed up immediately, and the robbed dust was scattered. The driver drove past the side of the carriage at a constant speed, before the dwarf raised his head from the crowd and shouted: "Damn, they ran away! Hurry up! Just such a thing wants to confuse us, thinking we are ordinary What about bandits?!"
Just after he finished, another string of gold leaf bracelets was thrown out of the Mengqian carriage in front. The leaves made of pure gold were stringed together one by one. The bracelet draws an arc in the air and falls to the ground. At that moment, the dwarf joined the brigade again.
Eventually, he stood up again from the dust with difficulty, and his face was still printed with a shoeprint that he didn't know. He gave a hard spit and hit the crowded head with the iron spoon in his hand, scolding: "Just throwing it is a gold chain, stop them!"
In this way, Meng 萋萋's carriage was once again surrounded by Tuan Tuan.
"Sister, they are here again."
Meng Wanqi was looking at the sleepy Sheng Jiayan with an obsessive look, and after hearing it, she lifted the curtain impatiently: "You will not throw some silver to them!?"
At the end, Meng Wanqi watched that her driver was held in the arms by a tall man, and the broom in his hand came under the nostrils of the driver, and said fiercely: "Throw out the most valuable things in your car, otherwise, I’ll put a broom into his nostril now."
As soon as his voice fell, his face was smashed with a red seal by the jade pillow thrown by Meng Eqi.
The tall man froze for a moment, then rolled his face in pain.
The short man hurried over to pick up the jade pillow, touched it heartily, and snickered: "Youngest, you are not in vain! Good things wow..."
Meng Haoqi helped the carriage: "I'm in a hurry to hurry!"