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She felt that Bitong's breathing was a little short...

It's a pity that the skills you know are not used here at all, otherwise you can also make some extra money. Although these days are not under the shelter of others, they have to look at people's faces everywhere. Do you really want to teach some bad books about men and women in order to survive?

"Sister, since the eldest girl doesn't want to go, let the second girl continue to teach. When her brother-in-law is free, tell her brother-in-law that he can go to the emperor to ask for a reward and seal the second girl a lady in advance. It's just..." Du Yingzi's eyes turned around and continued with a little embarrassment: "The second girl is not young. A few days ago, Tong Yutian of the Ministry of the Ministry of Li sent people to propose marriage. Even if it is sealed, it is estimated that... Yi Xue is also 13 years old this year. Isn't she also thirteen when the eldest girl was awarded the title? Why not..."

"Yi Xue?"

Du Mizhen looked at her in a blink of an eye and looked as usual, but she was speechless for a long time, making people don't know what she was thinking.

Du Yingzi immediately lowered her eyes, paused, and laughed dryly: "I Xue is indeed not very sensible. Let's talk about it in two years."

Du Mizhen turned her eyes away and turned to Cheng Xueyan.

Although she didn't say anything, Cheng Xueyan also knew that she was waiting for the final answer.

She looked back at the eyes that were very similar to Cheng Xueyao... Because of her age, the tail of her eyes drooped slightly, hiding the sharp and unruly, but it was fierce and even murderous.

"What if I go to Guanjiu Hall, what about Sherman?"

Du Mizhen's lips trembled, but she didn't seem to smile: "Scherman hasn't left the cabinet yet. She is still the daughter of the Cheng family. Naturally, Chengfu will bear all the expenses."

It's really the married woman, the water spilled out. They are now still kind to themselves and have arranged a way to live. In fact, if they were not afraid of external public opinion, they would like to sweep her out immediately. No wonder Cheng Xueyan will hang herself. She should not only be trapped by love, nor just be ashamed of being retired. What's more afraid is that this home, which should be warm, is frost everywhere. When encountering setbacks, there is no comfort, only laughter, only exclusion, which makes it difficult to breathe.

"It turns out that Xueyan is for this," Tang Fan smiled kindly: "Don't worry about Sherman, she has always been with me..."

"What are you talking about, Er Niang?" Cheng Xueyao's thin eyes slanted, and her unruly eyes bounced out like a dagger: "You mean that there is no one to take care of Sister Xueyan? Isn't my mother enough to take care of her? It's her who doesn't know how to praise herself! Don't think I don't know what you mean. You just want to show how kind you are and how cruel my mother is. If it weren't for you..."

"Xue Yao," the teacup in Du Mizhen's hand hit the table heavily: "Hut up!"

"Mom, they bully you and still speak for them..."

Cheng Xueyao was anxious and stood up with a finger on Tang Fanrou.

Cheng Xueyan clenched her fist and really wanted to go up and slap her in the face.

"You can't talk too much about the elders!" Du Mizhen shouted angrily.

This is too meaningful. On the one hand, she blamed Cheng Xueyao for being courtely offender, showing her goddaughter to everyone, and on the other hand, she affirmed what she said.

Du Mizhen is worthy of being the wife of Chengfu. It's not simple...

"Childish nonsense, why do you have to be so angry?"

Tang Fanrou is still smiling, as if she can't hear the meaning of this sentence at all.

Does she really not understand or pretend not to know? Is it because of her personality or a means to survive?

Cheng Xueyan can't see through. Maybe this person is also not simple.

Cheng Xueyao was so angry that she sat down angrily.

Although she is fierce and unruly, after all, she is young, inevitably simple and does not know "implicit".

For a moment in the quiet field, except for the angry Cheng Xueyao, the rest of them looked as usual, and Ning Zhiyuan fell asleep again.

"Well, Xueyan, you don't have to think too much. Guan Juguan is the most suitable for you." Tang Fan's gentle voice broke the silence.

"I will go to Guan Juguan, but books such as the Female commandment should be taught by Sherman. I can do something else..."

"Do something else?" Du Mizhen looked around for a week and looked at her with playful eyes: "What can you do?"

Yes, what can she do?

Qin Gulan is in the piano. Even if she wants to teach, is there a piano electronic organ in this time and space? Even if there is, can you allow her to play with one hand?

The book has Du Yingzi. If she wants to teach, why don't Du Yingzi's fake Danfeng eyes kill her alive? Moreover, she trembling as soon as she took the brush. The words written in this way were very crazy, but it was just a mad grass with a stroke.

Painting has a generation. To be honest, this is not bad, but she studied sketching. At that time, she also practiced for an additional art test for a while, and then used it to design sketches. The teacher said that she drew well. And is there a pencil in this time and space?

The poetry book has Ning Zhiyuan. I still won't mention this. Anyway, it's hard for her to watch Guwen, and it's all traditional Chinese. It's terrible!

The female red has Li Yan. This is the closest to her business, but she uses machines to make clothes, and she barely passes the test by hand sewing, and the students of Guanji Hall casually pick out one that is better than her craftsmanship, not to mention embroidery. The flowers on Li Yan's dress are so beautiful that people can't help reaching out to pick them. This... Forget it.

It seems that there is only one "chess" left. I think the guy who came to the window was prepared for this person, but I don't know why he placed it so far away from everyone. I guess he is also an unpopular figure. It should not be difficult to replace him, but... She can only play gobang and checkers, chess... Does the horse go "sun" or "field"?

If she had known that there was this step today, she should have participated in all the extracurricular classes since she was a child, and would not have fallen to the point where this hero is useless.

"Have you made up your mind?"

Du Mizhen is very interested now.

"Let me teach... to sing." Cheng Xueyan muttered in a low voice.

"What?"

Du Mizhen raised her voice as if she hadn't heard it, while Du Yingzi screamed with one voice: "What?"

"singing!"

Cheng Xueyan raised her head and enlarged the volume.

In the quiet field, only the breeze outside the window brushed the willow branches.

Bitong quietly pulled her sleeves, and when she looked at it in a blink of an eye, she looked as if nothing had happened.

"Hahaha..."

Everyone suddenly laughed, among which Du Yingzi was the most exaggerated. He slipped directly from the chair and still couldn't stand up. Cheng Xueyao kept hitting the armrest of the chair with her fist, and Du Mizhen's lips also trembled. Qin Gulan smiled more reservedly. He only covered his lips with a light blue veil and looked at her meaningfully.

"Why, has someone taught it?" Her heart was cold.

Singing is really not a good thing, and she doesn't know how to say it, but if there are people here, she will really drink the northwest wind.

Everyone laughed more happily.

Du Yingzi wiped the tears from the corners of her eyes: "How come? We don't have any talents in this field, just waiting for you..."

"Shadow posture..." Even if Du Mizhen smiled, her voice was not majestic.

"I mean, what did the big girl think? Is it influenced by Mr. Gu Sanzi? Du Yingzi wanted to stop laughing, but she couldn't help it.

Gu Sanzi...Gu? Is it her ex-husband in this life? What does this have to do with him?

"I said, big girl, in the past three years, it is impossible for you to say that you are not influenced by him, but...how can you treat singing as... as..."

Du Yingzi looks so happy that she wants to go back.

She is a little angry. If you have anything to say, just say it directly. Why are you pretending to laugh? Make a mystery!

Cheng Xueman looked at the crowd in embarrassment, leaned slightly, leaned against Cheng Xueyan, covered the purple almost white, with a bunch of lilac veils embroidered on it, and whispered something.

Cheng Xueyan's face suddenly stagnated.

"Alas, when I entered Zhilan's room, I didn't smell its fragrance for a long time, and when I entered the abalone, I didn't smell its smell for a long time. The big girl's mind is really different on that day, and it's no wonder..." Du Yingzi shook her head and pretended to regret: "I'm also an outright person. What I say may not listen to, but it's realistic. Now that it has become like this, it is difficult for you to please Mr. Gu. Although Mr. Gu often goes to the drunken flowerhouse to listen to music, he has never seen him marry a brothel woman back, so the big girl should not bother. Besides, how can those who listen to singing songs do what we are? That's for the fun of the brothers. Alas, the eldest girl is really confused and wants to do this. If you just think about it yourself, it's okay to say it. Today, thanks to us well-in-known people, we have listened to it, but if it spreads, this reputation will be ruined. Doesn't the big girl want to stay at home for a lifetime? I advised the eldest girl to stop this idea. If we really went to teach those girls to sing songs, wouldn't our Guanju Hall become a colcade courtyard? Who else will send the good woman here? The big girl not only belittled herself this time, but also made us all..."

"I don't understand what's wrong with listening to this song."

Cheng Xueyan found that she had been squeezed by Du Yingzi since she came to this space. She didn't understand how she offended her. She is like a fly. Even if the egg is seamless, she has to try to find a seam to play. From beginning to end, even if Du Mizhen doesn't like herself, she doesn't have to hold a gun and a stick like her. Besides, in front of many people, even if she wants to take a stand, she doesn't have to emphasize it repeatedly, right? Although a "big girl" seems to be very respectful, every star powder that keeps shaking with her face movements is contemptuous. I don't know how Cheng Xueyan endured it in the past. Anyway, she couldn't stand it anymore. She was so angry that she only felt that the hair on the side of her face was ready to move.

"Did the big girl really forget or joke with me?" Du Yingzi didn't notice anything wrong, but still showed an enchanting face. By the way, she looked around and felt that she was winning: "Who are those people singing songs? I guess Mr. Gu San went to the drunken flower building every day and didn't take you with him, right?