Chapter 1312: Qingzhu Banba Ling

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"It turns out that I am in the mother's house again. In the daytime, why don't you go back to the house!" Nalan Changyi squinted and said with interest.
Liang Yuyan behind him looked red and quickly pulled him: "Don't look, Changyi, you are young, these should not be seen..."
The voice stunned Luo Qingying. She was red-faced and separated from Nalan at night. At first glance, the son and Liang Yuyan were in front of him. They even looked at Nalan’s night and said to him, this is good, and I will catch my son. It’s just right, it’s not a shame.
I didn’t care about picking up Nalan’s night. Luo Qing’s predecessor calmly went over:
Is Changyi hungry, does the mother let the kitchen open?

"Wow, you can eat!"
Nalan Changyi cheered and ran over Naran's night. The latter gently touched his head and did not blush for the matter.
It was a scene of harmony, the whole family gathered together to eat, talked and laughed, laughed and laughed at the dinner table, there was no master servant, no strict rules, no urgent urgent matter...
A meal of Luo Qingying is satisfied, and such a day is the best for her. On the second day, Liang Yuyan was sent to Nalan Changyi to go to the Star Hall.
What happened yesterday, Luo Qingyi has already told her, Liang Yuyan's temper is not so good, when leaving, Yannalan Changyi: "Longevity, if the Master still blames you, you will come back to your aunt and say, my aunt will help you. Learn from him."
Nalan Changyi shook her head, but did not agree: "Thank you, Liang Aunt is not used, the Master taught me, and I have not done anything in some places. As long as I listen to the class well, the Master will not be awkward."
"Is it still awkward?" Liang Yuyan listened to it, and his mind went to the monk and the monk. "It is simply hateful. Who dares to marry, my grandmother, I don't teach him well!"
Whoever eats the bear heart and the leopard, dare to marry a small child? Chang Yi, who is distressed like his own son, has seen the big one since childhood. She is reluctant to repeat a sentence. Others still dare to fight, and she will definitely return it ten times.
I know that Luo Qingying is writing a book during this time, but what she wrote, even Liang Yuyan did not know, only know that she is busy. Most of the time, I was responsible for the transfer of Nalan Changyi, and it fell on her. For the event of Changyi in the Star Hall, Liang Yuyan felt that she was duty-bound.
As usual, before the time of Chen, Nalan Changyi was sent to the entrance of the Tianxing Pavilion. Liang Yuyan was unwilling to marry him. For fear that he would be treated unfairly because of his negligence.
As soon as the class is over, other children are almost there.
Some met Nalan Changyi, a pair of intimate to say hello, but some dismissive, cold and glance at the left, completely inconsistent with the age, a look of old-fashioned. There are also little girls who have just been sent by the family, and Nalan Changyi is also at the door, and suddenly ran to say hello.
"Chang Yi, you are here, let's go in together?" The little girl who spoke about six years old, dressed in a ball head, an apricot-colored dress with plain-faced shoes, round face and big eyes, but a lovely Look like that.
Liang Yuyan asked: "Chang Yi, your classmate?"
The next person immediately said: "Our home is the owner of Guizhilou, this is our lady."
Nalan Changyi also said: "Liang Aunt, this is my classmate Yu."
The girl named Yu Er opened her eyes and stared at Liang Yuyan. The smile was so cute: "You are the aunt's aunt, my name is Yu, my aunt is good."
Touching Yu's head, Liang Yuyan liked this little girl very much: "Yuer is really awkward, go to class quickly.
Now, go in, go to school, I will pick you up.

Yuer just had a head, and her family was not doing it. She stared at Liang Yuyan with a look of vigilance: "Miss only we can pick it up, manage your home, and do nothing."
Hey, these people are really tempered!
Liang Yuyan turned and wanted to start, but suddenly remembered that it was not the past, the front is the Star Hall, is the place where the young and the poor read the class. And she is no longer living in a crisis, and she needs to pay attention to her surroundings.
Too lazy to give these ordinary people a general knowledge, Liang Yuyan smiled a little, waved at Nalan Changyi, watching him go in before leaving.
In the Star Museum, every day is a class at the time of Chen. It is also the time for a group of masters to come. It will definitely not advance or delay.
Nalan Changyi and Yuer entered the classroom of the Qingzhu class and found their place to sit down. The other 20 desks next to them were basically full. Similar to his age, there are men and women, the biggest is only nine years old, the youngest is four years old, counted, he is not too old, but because of his head high, was arranged in the penultimate row by the Master.
Just sitting in his position, Nalan Changyi put down his schoolbag and listened to a half-size group next to him: "Chang Yi, did you beat it yesterday?"
This person is his same table, called Zhang Xiaobao, the only son of Zhang Long, the biggest rice owner in the city.
Zhang Xiaobao is five years old this year, and in the same year as Nalan Changyi, he usually speaks the most. Yesterday was Zhang Xiaobao and he spoke in class, and he was almost caught by the Master.
"No, my mother kissed me very rarely." Nalan Changyi said.
"Oh, that is to say, have you ever played?" Zhang Xiaobao was curious.
"No, I don't remember anyway."
The two were talking, a little fat man with a big cow and a big man came over and slapped it on the table of Nalan Changyi: "Nalan Changyi, me, my homework?"
When I saw this little fat man, Zhang Xiaobao shrank his neck and hid behind Nalan Changyi: "It’s a fat man!"
Just out of the mouth, the little fat man screamed at the fat gangster, and his face was accompanied: "Zhang Xiaobao, who are you talking about, who is fat?"
Zhang Xiaobao didn't dare to speak. Although this little fat man looked awkward, it was a tyrant of Qingzhutang, and no one wanted to provoke him.
The little fat man is called Liang Dong. He is born with a big fat ear. Although he is only eight years old, his height has already caught up with Nalan Changyi, far beyond the rest of the class. Although his mind is not very good, his speech is stuttering, but his father is a prince who surrendered to the former North County. He was still sealed by Feng Chuhou by the Western Chu Emperor. It is considered to be rich and raised, as long as it does not cause trouble.
Counting, there are no ten or eight similar princes in the entire North County. When the Fengyuanhou was in the former dynasty, even the most prestigious, now the former dynasty, the surrender of the West Chu became the North County, this Feng Yuanhou Still happy.
Because he is the richest and most obedient, he went to the Jingcheng City to see the West Chudi in the previous year. He also got some rewards when he came back. Therefore, in the North County, there are people with faces on his face.
Nowadays, Liang Yuanhou, the grandson of Feng Yuanhou, was sent to the best school star museum, and naturally became the boss of the class. Some of the dignitaries and former colleagues of the dynasty also had exchanges with each other, and the children naturally had friendship.
Liang Dong was usually held by people. The name was called Liang Shizi. Now, when Zhang Xiaobao called him Liang Fatzi, he was unhappy.
At home, everyone is the name of the world, and the mother-in-law is the shouting of the ‘Heart and Baby’ every day, and the pet’s can’t do it, and he has cultivated his temper.
When listening to Liang Dong, Zhang Xiaobao did not dare to take a break. The sorrow was hiding behind Nalan Changyi: "No, I didn't, didn't say, Liang, Liang Shizi, you listened and got it wrong."
Seeing that the other side was scared by him, Liang Dong was also proud of it, and his attention fell back on Nalan Changyi.
A child of the same age of seven or eight stood up and took a big shot: "Nalan Changyi, Liang Shizi asked you, homework, did you do it?"
"Homework? What homework?" Nalan Changyi smiled, opened his schoolbag, and took out a few pages of paper in front of him. "Oh, naturally, it is done."
"What about me?"
Liang Dongyi, loudly said: "Don't you let me do it for you? Yesterday, the master's homework, copying three words and five times, you wrote to me."
Nalan Changyi shook his head: "No, not my business, why should I do it."
Liang Dong was angry: "You didn't write for me?"
Zhang Xiaobao whispered on the side: "Shame and shame, obviously the biggest in the class, actually letting homework less than his own small class, it is really shameful."
"What are you talking about? Say it again?"
Zhang Xiaobao suddenly groaned again: "No, no, I didn't say anything." He narrowed his neck and didn't speak.
With a bang, Liang Dong inserted his waist and said: "Nalan Changyi, you didn't write homework for me. When the husband asked, what should I do?"
How to do? What is it about him?
Nalan Changyi was too lazy to take care of it. She sat down straight and took the book out of the bag and placed it on the table.
At this moment, Liang Dong made a look, the next class to understand, grabbed Nalan Changyi's homework, and ran to the side and laughed: "Yeah, see who wrote this?" Is it so correct to write, is it because you want to be praised by the Master?"
He said, he grabbed the place where the name was written, and quickly tore it, only to hear a bang, tearing a corner.
"Liang Shizi, for you." The class will tear away the name of the homework and hand it to Liang Dong.
"Snapped!"
Liang Dong gave him a slap: "Tear it, this world, even if it is handed over, the Master and the Master will be embarrassed!"
Really, it’s an idiot. How can he play with this idiot?
The class was dumbfounded, Zhang Xiaobao and the children on the side of the crowd also clap their hands and laughed: "Ah, haha, torn, torn... no use, useless!"
Coughing twice, just then, a figure came in.
"Zhang Fuzi is good." The children suddenly squandered, and then the uneven children’s voice rang and bowed.
"Ok."
The old-fashioned voice of the autumn, a middle-aged man with half a hundred hair nodded and looked around at all the children of the Qingzhu class. "Well, are people all here? Now I will name it."
"Zhang Donger."
"To!"
"Li Qiu."
"To!"
"..."
For a moment, after the name is finished, the middle-aged master is very satisfied, no one is late, not bad.
"Now, I put yesterday's homework on the table, and the old man checks them one by one."
A burst of paper sound, one child put the prepared lessons out, Nalan Changyi looked at his homework, not only was torn, but also placed on Liang Dong’s desk, he hesitated for a time A little, I don't know if I should say it.