Chapter 7:

Chapter 7 Chapter 11
My heart hurts again. Ouch...
I fell into Qiao's arms, and he held me nervously, "What's wrong with you?"
I squinted my eyes angrily and said, "Si'er, the master asks you something, don't lie to me."
Qiao Si hesitated for a while, and I went on...
Qiao Si was cruel and said, "Master, I have to ask my second brother if I can answer."
I'm angry, second brother and second brother, when I'm dead! I sat up with a carp, and ravaged his face. His eyes flashed, and he was taken aback, and soon returned to normal. My fair complexion was ravaged with two pink balls.
"Si'er, I will ask you, Tao Er is hiding this from me, does the five of you know? Can you answer this question? If everyone knows, I won't ask you."
Qiao Si heard my question, and finally he betrayed his second brother and chose to answer. "Yes."
I scratched the wall in frustration, there was no wall, scratched his chest muscles.
Although Qiao Si was the most honest, he was also very principled, and it was ineffective to force a confession, so he couldn't talk about it. It seemed that he could only find another way.
I sat and chatted with Qiao Si for a while, so I sent him to buy me some snacks. Finally, remembering one thing, I stopped him and asked, "Si'er, do you like boys or girls?"
So our cold-hearted Young Master Qiao Yu staggered and ran away blushing.
Eh, it was me and not you, why are you shy?
This problem is very serious, Lian'er didn't say I haven't remembered it yet. I am twenty one this year. If I had won the master early in the morning, it would not have brought so many people later, then the master and I should be staying with each other now. He is the prime minister. I am a first-class wife and have children. One, two, three. But there is no if, I now have five protagonists, one by one every year, and five years. And this kind of thing is not planned, because I don't know who has a higher hit rate.
If I gave birth to Tang San, Qiao Si would definitely be upset, and vice versa. The master is generous and kind, but he is shy by nature and less frequently. If he didn't give birth to one or two, he would be sad if he didn't say anything. He is sad, I am even more sad. Tao Er's nap is too strong and I don't need to think about him, but if I didn't give him a child, I guess I won't have a hard time for the rest of my life, I have to be careful of myself. Yan Wu is not a good crop either, he is very likely to make me infertile directly.
Also, if I give birth to two master's children in succession, what will the others do? After all, whose blood the child is, you have to wait for the birth to know...
Look, what a serious matter this is.
I lifted my cheeks and sighed, depressed and troubled, pulling my hair...
Later, it turned out that I was too worried.
But the master was calling me in the room at the time, and I didn't have time to worry about it.
"Master..." I stretched the tail sound and rushed into the room. The master just woke up and was combing his satin-like long hair. I naturally grabbed the wooden comb in his hand. "Master, wow, you seem to get up a little bit earlier than usual today."
The glass mirror found by Fanbang clearly reflected the smiling face of the master. "Qiao Si has been here."
Not interrogative sentences, but declarative sentences.
"The master is really superb, he knows the world without going out, and my apprentice respects you..." Before I finished my compliment, the master waved helplessly, "Yu'er, are you? Feeling bored?"
I shook my head like a rattle, "No, no, I won’t be bored in my life with the master." As long as you let me touch and hug...
The master lowered his eyelids and asked softly: "Are you telling the truth?"
I nodded vigorously. "Naturally sincere!"
The master is relentless, I only discovered this after being together. The reason why he dared not show his love to me was only a few concerns. The first is the age difference. He is ten years older than me. The second is the cultural difference. He feels that we do not have a common language. The third is the difference in personalities. This is what I said to the master: You are not old, you are mature, and you are a first-class official at a young age. Who wouldn't say that you are young and promising? Besides, older people will love others. Master, do you love me? (Blushing, don't turn to the master who nodded slightly) Cultural differences are not a big deal. There are many things, as long as you don’t need to say, are you right? (Master's face is even more red) Our personalities complement each other and yin and yang are coordinated. As long as you don't mind, I won't mind "you stay still and I move". (Master becomes angry...)
My heart is more real than pearls!
At this moment, I was also looking straight into the eyes of the master with the same sincereness. I might accidentally shake out the nasty thoughts in my heart. The master was fine at first, but slowly the face turned pale and pink, and the eyes seemed There are small sparks flashing.
The master sighed lightly, and turned his face away and looked out the window quietly and said, "It's in vain that Shen Dongli has read sage books, and the apprentice I taught is like this..." I didn't say the following words, and I couldn't help but want to help. He made up-the rogue.
I feel embarrassed to touch my face. I don’t have any good points. I rely on the word "rogue" to do things. I am proficient in the thick face and black school. With the perseverance of not pulling the roots of the grass, I can go all the way to the world. , It's a good fate, so far I haven't met anyone more rogue than me.
"Master, don't be sad, I'm a hooligan, it's not your fault." I comforted him.
"Teaching is lax, and the teacher is lazy." The teacher said lightly, "This is because the teacher was busy with official duties in the past and neglected to discipline you. Since you can't leave the Shenyuan during this period, we might as well take this opportunity to re-study. "
I took a breath, panicked, took three steps in a row, and trembled: "Master, master, are you serious?"
The master smiled and nodded, "Has the master lied to you?"
I trembled like fallen leaves in the autumn wind, reading nights with my master, and red sleeves adding fragrance, it is naturally very beautiful, but the prerequisite reading materials have to be selected by me, depending on the university, the golden mean, the Analects, Mencius, it is better to look at Jin X Mei, Yu X group...
The master is indeed the master. He ignored the wailing in my heart and took a book from the shelf, which was worthy of two large characters passing my eyes-"University"!
I will recite a few sentences from this book. After all, it is a compulsory course for the Imperial College. I am the only one who is a special person, the direct disciple of the Prime Minister, and this is the only time the master used power for personal gain, let me go through the back door and go to the Guozijian full of Hongru masters. The tail of the crane who goes to hell.
In fact, even though I seem to be rude and rude on weekdays, I can read literary and hyphenate anyway, and memorize a few poems, but the source cannot be known to the master. My master was hailed as a scholar of the unparalleled country. As soon as the article came out, the imperial capital was expensive. As his only personal disciple, I can't be too bad. I'm a little less famous. There was a poem that made the teacher of Guozijian feel ashamed. He vomited blood for three liters and returned home. I still remember the poem written like this:
I and Mr. Solved the battle robe,
Furong tents warm the spring night.
But so that Dragon City Fei will be there,
From then on the king did not reign early.
In fact, the sentences are all other people's. I just slept awkwardly and excerpted it easily, and I wrote a few words wrong. Where can I get it to be so lewd? At that time, I was kicked out of the gate of the National Zijian on the charge of damaging the prince. The Imperial College had a three-day holiday to celebrate, and only one little brother was reluctant to leave me. What's your name? I don't remember clearly, it's probably just a passerby who was overwhelmed by my style. (Let me be narcissistic again~)
I have never lacked such a passerby in my life... right...