The Anarchic Consort of the Prince

Yun Muhan lowered his head and looked at the graffiti on the white paper that couldn't be called words.

"What's wrong? Isn't it badly written?" Yun Qianyue looked at Yun Muhan and disdained her grandma's house, but still threw down the pen pretending to be frustrated and annoyed. Write. I'm not going to learn to master the house anymore.

"If Grandpa knows that you write Yunzi like this, his crutches will greet you." Yun Muhan sighed, took the pen, and said to Yun Qianyue: "Look, hold the pen like this, like this write."

Yun Qingyue nodded and stared at his hand. The strong handwriting was rendered on the white paper under his hands, which was indescribably beautiful.

"Come on!" Yun Muhan handed the pen to Yun Qianyue.

Yun Qianyue took it, continued to graffiti, and then looked at Yun Muhan.

"Continue!" Yun Muhan said again.

Yun Qianyue can only continue to graffiti, and then looked at Yun Muhan.

Yun Muhan didn't look at her again this time. She reached up and picked up the account book on the table and opened it. She said to her, "Write a hundred cloud copybooks and show them to me after writing."

"One hundred sheets?" Yun Qianyue's pen almost couldn't hold back.

"Yes, one hundred." Yun Muhan said: "It is not allowed to have fewer. Anyway, we have more time."

Yun Qianyue looked at the cloud word, and suddenly wanted to cry without tears.

Looking up at Yun Muhan, the man seemed to plan to fight her for a long time. Her small face is constantly changing and colorful, and she looks pretty for a while. The brain kept turning around, wondering if she could correct the mistake now? Can he write it at once to satisfy him? Can you say that she knows all these words, can write them well, also reads the account book, and can also manage the house, so you don’t have to learn anymore, can you?

It is estimated that not! If that is the case, she will be found not to be the real Yun Qiang Yue, and she will be treated as a demon and killed. Still being a **** lady here! Why didn't she come to this lady who didn't know the characters?

Yun Qingyue grew more and more tempted to take a piece of tofu and shoot himself. In the end, he slumped on the table and said to Yun Muhan: "Brother, do you really have nothing to do today?"

"No!" Yun Muhan did not look at her.

"Then you go back first, and I write it myself? I finish and let Cailian send it to you." Yun Qianyue asked.

"No, I will watch you write here." Yun Muhan shook his head. He added: "No more words, please write quickly. Otherwise I will ask Grandpa to watch you write."

This dead man! Yun Qianyue gritted her teeth. Helpless, he could only lay out the paper and graffiti on the paper a little bit.

One hundred copybooks were finished by her without meeting, and Yun Muhan said: "Continue to write a word, Meng. Also write one hundred."

"After writing the Meng characters? Can I rest?" Yun Qianyue asked.

"No, after writing the Meng character, continue to write one. Until all of them will be written." Yun Muhan said again.

"Too inhumane! I won't write!" Yun Qianyue stood up and stared at Yun Muhan angrily. "I'm going out to play, I'm going to dye horse racing with Ye Ye, I'm going to..."

"Do you want me to ask Rong Jing to come over and watch you write?" Yun Muhan stopped her and asked lightly.

"I..." Yun Qianyue felt that the black clouds were pressing on the mountain, and his anger suddenly extinguished. He sat down slowly and annoyed: "No. That guy is not a good person at first glance. I... I just wrote it."

"That's right. Write it!" Yun Muhan continued to look at the account book.

Yun Qianyue wandered the eighteenth generation of Yun Muhan's ancestors in his heart, and finally looked at the man as immobile. Helpless, she picked up the pen and continued to graffiti. She hopes to get dark as soon as possible.

Finally, at noon, Yun Qianyue thought that this person would not go back to dinner. Unexpectedly, Yun Muhan ordered her mother Zhao to eat at Qianyue Pavilion. Yun Qingyue completely felt what a dark sky is.

In the evening, Yun Muhan inspected the one thousand sheets of paper written by Yun Qianyue, nodded, and threw a sentence "Continue tomorrow." Finally he left.

After Yun Qingyue left, he slapped himself on the big bed of pear blossoms with four yumbaras, feeling weak.

Buddha said: It is not easy to pretend!

After Yun Muhan left, Cailian, Mama Zhao, Tingyu and Tingxue came in together. One by one looked at Yun Qianyue distressedly.

Yun Qingyue rolled his eyes at the four before waving his hands listlessly, "I want to sleep."

The four of them retreated with interest. It's too bitter to think that Miss is learning words now. From tomorrow on, we must give the lady stewed chicken soup and bird's nest, and make sure to make up. Otherwise, it will be thin.

Yun Qianyue stared at the roof, and the sky was getting dark, white moonlight pouring down the window, and a burst of flowers smelled. Tomorrow, we must think of a way to avoid being tortured by Yun Muhan. After thinking about it for a long time, I didn't come up with a good way. I was really involved and gradually fell asleep.

The next day before dawn, Yun Qianyue slept soundly and walked into the courtyard with familiar footsteps outside. She moved her eyelids and stretched her hand to pull the quilt over her head. Come on, Yun Muhan, don’t you want to be so early?

Sure enough, for a moment, Cailian's voice came from outside. He saluted Yun Muhan first, said a few words, and came knocking, "Miss, Shizi is here."

"Tell him, I haven't slept enough yet!" Yun Qiangyue didn't get angry.

Cailian suddenly disappeared, looking back at Yun Muhan.

"I used to change three times when I was studying. Now it's five years old, and you should get up too. Grandpa said you don't have to ask for peace these days, so you can read with peace of mind. I will give you some incense time to get up, if you can't afford it , I'll go in too." Yun Muhan is still like yesterday, his voice faint.

Yun Qingyue suddenly lifted the quilt, and his face immediately turned black. How would he succeed if he came in? Although he is her brother, but... she is not that true sister! Sitting up annoyed, he pulled on his clothes resentfully.

"Miss, slave-in-law came in to help you wear it." Cailian saw Yun Muhan turning her back to look at the orchid in the courtyard. She pushed the door open and walked into the house. I thought Miss was so pitiful.

After wearing and washing, Yun Muhan walked in. Yun Qingyue looked at him with a sad face, but he turned a blind eye, picked up the account book, and said to her: "Continue to copy the copybooks from yesterday."

Yun Qianyue stood still, with a clouded face over her sleepy face.

Yun Muhan glanced at her, "I can't hold it for one day? Yesterday night I went to my grandpa to report on your literacy. The grandpa called me stupid and said that if Rong Jing taught you, you would learn in a few days. I also want to see if what grandpa said makes sense. Or..."

"I write, I can't write yet?" Yun Qingyue immediately raised his hand to surrender.

"Success, write it!" Yun Muhan withdrew his eyes.

Yun Qingyue took the pen and gritted his teeth. Practiced those words as Rong Jing. Do you think she has hatred with that person? No! He also saved her, but now why she feels like she has hatred against him. Is it obvious on her face that she is afraid of Rongjing? So let Yun Muhan threaten her again and again? But I have to admit that his threat just worked. She is naturally sensitive to dangerous people. Rong Jing's poisonous grass, wolf with sheepskin in her mouth, was not only known to her, but also the old man and Yun Muhan also knew the man's black heart. She thought a little desperately, it was better not to touch. Endure it now! Yun Muhan Ye is better than Rong Jing.

Such a day was spent in Yun Qianyue's calligraphy.

In the evening when Yun Muhan left, he threw another sentence. This time there are three more words, "Progress, continue tomorrow."

Yun Qianyue glared at him without a word.

On the morning of the third day, four to ten. Yun Qianyue woke up. Lifted the quilt and sat up, thinking that I can never be tossed by this person again today. She wanted to resist. The way to resist was to sneak out of the house today so that he could not find it. Thinking about this, she was not sleepy anymore. She immediately came to her spirit and did not call Cailian. She put on her clothes and pushed open the door. She glanced left and right. Cailian, Mama Zhao and others seemed to be still asleep. She I was so happy that my steps were so light that I could no longer walk out of the courtyard.

As soon as he reached the door of Qianyue Pavilion, Yun Muhan was walking in from the outside, holding a book in his hand, and bumped into Yun Qianyue. He glanced at her lightly and said, "I know you know how to work hard today, so come early and wait for you."

Yun Qingyue was frightened, and she was about to cry without tears. Who is this!

On this day, escape was impossible, and Yun Qianyue was listlessly practicing one day in Qianyue Pavilion. When Yun Muhan left in the evening, he threw a sentence, "Improved than yesterday, I hope you can get up tomorrow as early as today?"

Yun Qianyue almost licked his face with a brush.

After Yun Muhan left, Yun Qianyue's teeth tickled, and stared at the door of Qianyue Pavilion. Since you can't escape in the morning, what about the night assembly? This thought came back to spirit.

"Miss, where are you going?" Cailian quickly threw down her hands to keep up with Yun Qiangyue.

"It's all for me to stay in the yard, and no one is allowed to follow me, let alone to report to anyone. Whoever is disobedient, don't follow me in the future." Yun Qianyue turned back to Cailian and the followers Mother Zhao and others warned.

The four were shocked, and Cailian said timidly: "Miss, you... where are you going?"

"Don't care!" Yun Qianyue threw a sentence and walked out in a big step.

"Sister, where are you going?" Who knew Yun Muhan was standing at the door and didn't leave, seeing Yun Qianyue coming out, looking at her lightly and asking.

Yun Qianyue's face suddenly darkened, is this man and Zhuge Liang a family? Magical tricks? She said irritably: "Find Ye Qingran to race!"

"It seems that you are not too tired. Since that's the case, then continue to practice writing!" Yun Muhan said.