The villain took me crooked after wearing the book

Chapter 87

Looking into his eyes, he didn't see Shen Mingnan reading a book. Instead, after she came in, he directly fixed his eyes on her deeply, and didn't know what he was thinking.

The space in the inner room is not very large, facing Shen Mingnan alone at this time, Zhao Huiwei inexplicably felt a sense of oppression.

amount……

What can I say?
Zhao Huiwei spoke first to break the awkward atmosphere.

"Son..."

"What's the matter?" Shen Mingnan asked quietly.

Zhao Huiwei admitted his mistake resolutely, "I was drunk last night... Please forgive me if I offended you in any way!"

What Zhao Huiwei said was sincere, at least Shen Mingnan had felt her seriousness in admitting her mistakes.

Shen Mingnan snorted lightly, with a calm expression, "I was indeed offended a little bit."

Look, Zhao Huiwei, who was supposed to be lucky, was ashamed of death when he heard all the parties said that.

She said weakly: "I... If I said something bad yesterday, my lord, please don't take it to heart."

Shen Mingnan chuckled lightly, and said casually: "I didn't say anything, I just called my father after being drunk and rolling around on the ground, I shouldn't you get up."

Zhao Huiwei was dumbfounded...

He continued: "Suddenly there is such an ugly girl, and I am a little offended."

"……"impossible!

Zhao Huiwei would not believe a word he said!

How could she recognize a thief as her father? !

Seeing Zhao Huiwei staying where he was, Shen Mingnan comforted him very generously: "Don't worry, benefactor, I won't take it to heart."

"..." Please stop talking, just shut up.

Zhao Huiwei decided to use the method of topic shifting to pass the topic smoothly.

"Young Master, Second Young Master Xu sent me a bunch of copybooks."

Seeing that she changed the subject, Shen Mingnan acted as if she didn't know, and answered calmly: "Oh, it's good, you really should practice your handwriting."

Zhao Huiwei continued: "But the copybook he sent, I think the font is too ugly!"

Shen Mingnan was surprised for a moment when he heard the words, "Can you have your ugliness?"

"..." Can you still chat happily? !

"It must look better than mine..." Zhao Huiwei said awkwardly.

"But compared with the son's handwriting, that handwriting is one in the sky and the other in the earth. I have no interest in practicing calligraphy just by looking at it!"

The little girl said that she was filled with righteous indignation, and it was true.

Shen Mingnan's thin lips were slightly curved, and he took the time to say: "So? What do you want to do?"

Zhao Huiwei immediately put on a flattering smile, "I want my son to teach me how to practice calligraphy. Just write me a post about the word you wrote yesterday, and I will just practice it."

"Practicing handwriting is not accomplished overnight. It requires a long-term practice of holding the pen. Every stroke and stroke are exquisite. Can you persevere?"

What does it mean if she can persevere?

Why do you have the same virtue as Xu Ziheng and look down on others?

Zhao Huiwei proudly puffed out his chest, put down his harsh words, "I don't eat anything else, I just suffer!"

Shen Mingnan lazily said: "Really? In this case, I can teach you."

Zhao Huiwei's eyes lit up.

"But I don't like quitters, understand?"

Zhao Huiwei nodded like a chicken pecking at rice, and promised: "I understand, I understand, I will not give up."

Shen Mingnan's black eyes were slightly deep, and he smiled: "That's good."

"Come on, follow me to the study."

Zhao Huiwei hurriedly followed, she had already fantasized in her mind that she would become a master of calligraphy in the future.

The bookcases in the courtyard were brought in by Yu Huai and the others, and Shen Mingnan picked up one at random and looked through it.

These copybooks are most suitable for beginners to practice calligraphy. He put this book on the table and said: "You write this book first this afternoon. When copying, hold the pen steady and don't shake it, otherwise it will be like the last time you wrote it." It's like a blur on the same paper."

Zhao Huiwei looked at Shen Mingnan with twinkling eyes, this big villain still has the demeanor of being a teacher.

But Zhao Huiwei was not too happy to copy other people's, so he asked directly: "My lord, why can't I copy yours first."

Shen Mingnan glanced at her, and said in an arrogant tone: "Practice the basics first, and don't stain my handwriting."

Zhao Huiwei: "..." Then you teach me a hammer?
Zhao Huiwei, who dared not speak out and recognized Shen Mingnan as a teacher, obediently wrote and practiced calligraphy according to his instructions.

But for a moment, Zhao Huiwei's wrist was sore.

She looked at Shen Mingnan who was leisurely drinking tea, and discussed: "My lord, can I rest for a while?"

Shen Mingnan didn't raise his eyes, and said calmly: "How long is this, continue."

"..."

Zhao Huiwei rubbed her hands, and continued her handwriting practice bitterly.

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Luohua Village, Hu Erpi's home
After Dong Ge left, Hu Erpi passed out directly, but the pain in his fingers during a cup of tea brought him back to his thoughts.

A pool of blood was left on the ground, which had turned a dry black red over time.

his hand……

Hu Erpi looked at the index finger of his left hand, where it was cut off by a sharp weapon, and the blood at the wound had coagulated, which looked very oozing.

300 taels of silver...

Where did he go to raise 300 taels of silver?

Thinking of Brother Dong, Hu Erpi felt hatred in his heart. He quickly got up from the ground and ran staggeringly into the house. He couldn't die, he had to live...

　Aijia is already tired of talking about the word ticket. ·()·

　　
　
(End of this chapter)