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The sound on this side has already shocked other matrims, and a matan who is also wearing a dark blue coat probed: "This is..."

"It's none of your business, waiting outside the door!"

Cheng Xueyan gave a shout, and the M Mother immediately withdrew her head.

People floated on the water-green soft smoke screen.

Cheng Xueyan sneered secretly, just to let you know that she is powerful, otherwise she will ride on my head. In this world, some people need respect and some people need to scold. For the latter, if you respect him, he will treat you as a fool and bully you everywhere. If you scold him, he will regard you as a god and obey him, so you can't help sighing sincerely - cheap!

In her previous life, she was not so daunting. Now she can't figure out whether it is the imbalance that she can't return to or to breathe a sigh for the grievances that Cheng Xueyan has suffered.

The Mister wiped the sweat that flowed down her chin with her sleeve and said with a smile, "It's just a small matter. Why is the girl so angry? They are all slaves who are ignorant. The girl's bones have always been weak. According to the maidservant, the girl is also tired. Today, she will go back to rest first. The maidservant will go to ask his wife for a leave..."

"No need." Cheng Xueyan straightened her back, and the black and purple flowers on her shoulders trembled, showing charm and fierceness: "Bitong, how long will it take to leave class?"

Bitong looked at the leaking pot in the corner: "It's less than a quarter of an hour."

"Okay, let's go..."

"Where is the girl going?"

"Naturally teach singing."

Cheng Xueyan walked to the door, stopped again, and turned around to salute slightly: "I'm sorry to bother you."

"What are you talking about, girl?" Mother is sincerely frightened.

"It's my girl's recklessness today, which caused so much chaos. Mother, look at this..."

"Why is it Bitong's sister's? They are all Ruizhu, and the following is the crime. Ruizhu, why don't you apologize to Bitong's sister?

Even if Ruizhu was wronged, she had to resist: "Sister Bitong, it's all me..."

"Bitong, what's going on today..."

Bitong is a clever person. How could the master not understand this reminder? He hurriedly helped Ruizhu up: "My sister is wronged. It's all my sister who is too impatient..."

Cheng Xueyan didn't say anything. How dare Ruizhu get up? Or did the M Mother say, "Do you want the girl to get up in person?"

Ruizhu barely got up.

Whether it is true or false, this concession finally saves each other's face. After another false courtesy, Cheng Xueyan went out with the help of Bitong.

Bitong's happiness is hard to hide. From this angle, Cheng Xueyan can see the corners of her mouth from time to time.

"Bitong, what do you think of this today?"

"Of course, girls are right. These people have to show them some color. In the past..."

"You are not wrong at all?"

Bitong turned her eyes and said, "I'm just anxious girl..."

"I know you are dedicated to me, but this concern is chaotic. If you hadn't been able to argue with Ruizhu, Mama wouldn't have said it so unpleasantly. After all, this is Guanjuguan and the facade of Chengfu. Whether it is reasonable or unreasonable to argue here, it is a shameless thing. Isn't it my 'instrict discipline'?

Bitong bowed her head and bent her knees: "I know what's wrong."

"You always think it's good to oppress people in everything, but it also depends on how much we make sense of this matter. As Ruizhu said, it's right to report to Mr. Ming and private..."

"I just can't stand her pretentious appearance..."

"There are always people in the world who are not familiar with it. You can't let them disappear. If you are not used to it, you can take it as if it doesn't exist. Everyone has their own way of life. You have to allow people to live their own way, right? If everything only starts according to your own preferences, isn't it also pretentious?

Bitong thought about it carefully and said, "What the girl said is."

Cheng Xueyan sighed: "In fact, we have been unreasonable about this matter today, and we only blame them for being too complacent..."

Cheng Xueyan has another unspeakable sentence, that is, fortunately she is the "master", so that she can force her to reason and oppress people, so that she can understand why so many people will use any means to gain power.

Bitong was happy again: "Mother Song is the general steward here. Usually, Mr. Du dares not provoke her with such quick words, but the girl makes her speech difficult. If Mr. Du knows..."

"If you still want to show off, it's not a good thing. It's not a good thing to offend people when you first come here. You should know that peace is the most important thing, and it's not easy for her to spread it..."

"M Mother Song is so shameless that she will never tell this matter. Girl, just watch it. At this time, Mother Song must be venting her anger with Ruizhu, knocking on the mountains and tigers by the way, so that those walls can control their mouths..."

I think that Ruizhu is also an arrogant person, and I must hate her so much. It's better to offend a gentleman and provoke villains by mistake. You really need to remind yourself to be careful in the future.

After thinking about it, I didn't realize where I had walked. When I stopped, I saw a half-length corridor bend to the corner, with two closed black doors standing behind me. There is a green gold door plaque hanging on the opposite door, with three official characters on it - Yun Gexuan.

Is this the classroom?

For a moment, I suddenly felt that my heartbeat was abnormal and my ears were ringing.

It's not that she didn't expect that she would be nervous. She was prepared. From her appearance to her opening her first sentence, from tone to posture, she still acted in the mirror when Bitong was away, but now she can't remember a word, and her fingertips are still cold and trembling...

Without waiting for her to think about it in a hurry, the door opened. Two little maids in blue came out of it and bent their knees to her. Then she found that she had inexplicably moved to the middle of the house, and Bitong also disappeared...

Everything seems to be floating, and countless girls seem to sit on a seesaw in front of them. Nothing was heard, and there was a dead silence around.

After a while, some small noises penetrated into her ear, and her fingers hidden in her sleeves unconsciously twitched, as if the switch had been turned on, and her chest was a little brighter. She couldn't help taking a deep breath.

It's too late to escape. Isn't it just singing? What can you do to fight with them!

She almost took another step forward with her mortal determination and finally stepped into reality.

The room is very large, and there are about 50 girls sitting sparsely. Regardless of the style, they are all beautiful and gorgeous. They sit behind the yellow pear wood bookcase, dressed brightly. At a glance, it seems that there is a huge ancient lady mural standing in front of them.

There are actually more than 200 girls in Guan Juguan. Where are those people?

However, she didn't have time to think about this at present. She saw a slightly larger Jinsi Nanmu bookcase in front of her, with a chair next to it, and expected it was her own position.

In fact, she feels that the current layout is not much different from that of modern classrooms, but a blackboard is missing.

So, take a break from nervousness.

Is it time to introduce yourself and say something ambitious next?

She opened her mouth slightly and couldn't make a sound.

Oh no!

The flowery window suddenly moved, as if the wings of the butterfly perched on the petals fanned slightly. At this time, a flute sound passed through the beam, like a swallow whispering, like the wind whispering, as if... It seemed to brush a wisp of hair scattered around the temples and wrinkle the heart lake...

"What's more, Mr. Pied the flute again..."

I don't know who said this sentence.

"Is it Mr. Kuang? Why did he play the flute during the day?

Why, is there anyone who pays attention to the sound of the flute that often flies at night like her?

"Who is it if it's not him? May I ask who else can play the flute here?

"But I've never heard this song..."

Indeed, I have never heard of it, but it is the same gentle emotion and lingering to the bone.

"Alas, no matter what the song is, only Mr. Kuang can play it so lingeringly and so enchanting..."

"Oh, whose soul ran out?"

Everyone laughed, and some people even ran to the window to see it, but was soon stopped by the M Mother outside.

"Why didn't Mr. Kuang play the song "Lotus in the Snow"?"

Cheng Xueyan's heart moved: "Mr. Kuang will blow "Lotus in the Snow"?"

The girl in the pink shirt turned her head slightly: "I don't know. However, sir, I can sing your song "Lotus in the Snow", but there are two words that I can't remember clearly. I'll sing it for you. Can you guide me?"

Everyone immediately cheered up.

"Yes, sir, Xishuang sings well..."

Cheng Xueyan nodded with a smile to show her approval. The girl named Xishuang paused and sang softly.

"Snowflakes float, how much attachment has floated; snowflakes have flown, how much love has flown..."

The sound of the flute is still floating. Although it is not "Lotus in the Snow", it is also very in line with the rhythm of this song, and the girls are crazy to hear it.

For a moment, it seems to have returned to the night of the beginning of summer, dancing gracefully, flowers and snowing, singing into the nine skies, and the faint and sweet... kiss...

"Sir, do I sing well?"

Xishuang's slightly shy voice woke her up. She noticed that her fingertips were subconsciously pointing her lips, and her cheeks were hot, and she immediately corrected the color.

"Well, that's good, but it's better to sing like this here..."

She opened her mouth to demonstrate, and everyone was wonderful.

"And, sir, what are the last few sentences? I didn't hear it clearly at that time..."

Cheng Xueyan pondered for a moment: "Even if they are so far apart, the truth will always stay in her heart..."

"Even if they are so far away, the truth will always stay in the heart..."

A very soft voice seemed to be dreamy.

She followed the sound and saw a girl in a blue gauze shirt sitting at the end of the window looking out of the window with her jaw.

Although it is only a side face, it is perfect and charming.

At this moment, a wisp of hair floated in front of her, but she seemed to be unconscious and didn't know what was looking out of the window.

"Look, Ling Xuan is dreaming again..."

Several girls ate and laughed.

The girl named Ling Xuan turned to this side when she heard the sound, and the dream in her eyes had not faded.