The Little First Grand Secretary in My House

Zhao'er saw the wet eyes on the little man's face, which made her most irresistible.

Can you kiss one?

"I know, you are actually blaming me."

"I do not have."

"You have, if you want to prove that you don't have one, then kiss me one, and I believe you don't blame me."

Zhao'er was confused, knowing that this was wrong, but she couldn't help thinking of what he said before--

I know that if you want this piece of land, you will only use the means, that is, to remove worries for you. If you do n’t like it, I wo n’t do it in the future.

Don't be afraid, just wait for my exam in the show.

"Just kiss one?" Zhaoer hesitated.

Xue Tingyan nodded generously.

"Then, close your eyes."

He glanced at her and closed his eyes obediently.

Zhaoer looked at his jade-colored cheeks and suddenly found that the little man's eyelashes were actually very dense and long, long and warped. No wonder she always thought his eyes were black and dark, like a well with no bottom.

She thought for a while, then took a deep breath, closed her eyes, and printed it on the place she had imagined.

As everyone knows, the moment she closed her eyes, Xue Tingyan had already opened her eyes. I saw her lovely eyes closed, pink lips half-butter, like a newborn piglet.

He shifted his face cunningly, his pink lips just printed on his thin lips. Zhaoer felt something was wrong, and opened his eyes subconsciously, just to meet his smiling and innocent eyes.

She wanted to back away immediately, but was tied around her waist. He pressed her lips and said, "Why did you come here? I haven't found that you are so bad, you want to steal my mouth. Just stop. If you want to eat, I'll give you, but first OK, I do n’t have rouge. "

After he finished speaking, he opened his lips and deepened the kiss. Zhaoer was sucked at the tip of his tongue without any precautions.

Then her brain became a paste, and it would react later, still because Xue Tingyan's hand touched a place that should not be touched.

"What did you do?"

So it ’s good to be strong. Fei Xue Tingyan also made precautions in advance, but unfortunately his thin arms and legs, the strokes were only a little hard, and he pushed him away. But he has a stubborn hand, still covered in the unspeakable place.

Zhao'er glared at the white knuckles on the tower, blushing like fire.

"Dog, you're broken! Did you learn from Zhao Jinrui, how can you, can ..."

She hurriedly pushed him again, this time pushing far away.

Xue Tingyan fell on the kang, motionless, knuckles lightly on the tip of his nose, sniffing the refreshing fragrance. Here, Zhaoer jumped down to Kang, and found that he didn't move after finishing his clothes.

Thinking of hearing the sound of Dong before, she hurriedly stepped forward to look at him. As soon as the man leaned over, he was pulled down on the other party by force.

Zhaoer wanted to have an attack, but I heard him vaguely say, "Zhaoer, I have a headache ..."

The face of the painful color, the brow furrowed, Zhao Er immediately forgot everything.

"I feel it, does it hurt badly? I find someone to send you to the hospital, and you wait ..." As she said, she remembered her body, but she was dragged by someone: "No, it just hurts a little, Just lie down. "

"Our family is not running out of money now. It depends on the doctor's money. There is no need to save."

"I'm fine, just lie down. Otherwise, would you knead me?"

Zhao'er was also stunned. Anyone in the country who had hit his head would go to the doctor. No matter what, he would only go to the doctor if he was particularly serious. As for Xiaowazi being bumped into the head, it is even simpler. Adults just help rubbing it.

Zhaoer rubbed him gently, rubbing gently.

Xue Tingyan lay there, enjoying the beauty of the beauty, not to mention much in his heart.

He looked at her seriously, he was stupid, silly, what he said.

He was also stupid. Before he was stupid, even in his dreams, he would treat him like a baby because of Zhao Er.

The truth is the same, depending on how people do it.

"Zhaoer, I also want to eat the bash noodles you made, and I want the day lily and the fungus and the mushroom and lean meat."

"Okay, I'll do it for you later, just at home, ready-made."

"I still want to eat the oily meat you made. You do n’t know that the food in the dining hall of the academy is particularly unpalatable. Every time you bring me the pickles, the fat man will eat most of them, but it ’s my turn to share What is it? "

"Then I will bring you more, you will not let it go!"

"The pickles made by Zhao'er can only be eaten by me. I still want to eat them until I can eat them. I don't want to share them. I can give them some, and I'm already generous."

After waiting for the child to go to the stove, the noodles had been reconciled, but he was there for a while.

She feels that the little man is very squeamish and childish today, reminding her of the past-when she was not well-dressed at that time, her father was busy doing woodworking, and she was the second room to cook. She was a little taller than the stove, and the little man was two ends shorter than her, just a little bit bigger, but she always liked to follow her behind, screaming with one stroke.

"Zhaoer, I want to eat purple mulberry."

"Chaoer, I want to eat eggs."

"Zhao'er, Juncai has eaten meat, why I don't have meat."

She took him to dig the bird's nest, looking for bird eggs to eat, remembering to have picked up a pheasant she had knocked out. That was her first time roasting chicken. Although it was clean and tidy, it was half-baked, but he ate it deliciously.

"Heart, really sweet."

But I don't know when this situation will disappear. Fortunately, I'm back now.

"Every time on the first day of Xiu Mu's return to the school, you will slap it, like a defeated chicken. Yeah, that Jiang Wuge's soul is gone again?"

Xue Tingyan glanced at Mao Badou, sat down in front of his own proposal, took out pen, ink, paper, inkstones and other objects from the book bag, and placed them one by one before putting the book bag under the case.

Seeing the other side ignore him, Mao Badou was quite annoyed: "Well, you are a small court. When you want to use your brother, you will have one good brother at a time. Now you can't use it anymore. Your good brother will become a blinding ghost. of."

Every time Mao Badou speaks, it will change from serious to unreasonable.

Li Datian laughed loudly behind the two, poked the fat waist of Badou, before saying: "Badou, what are you reading again?"

Li Datian still knows Mao Badou, and Xiu Mu has been here for more than a day. Mao Badou went to the small bookstore he usually went to when he had money. Just when the boss of the bookstore got a new book, he bought it. Two originally.

It was still early, the husband had not come, and only a few students sat in the lecture hall. Although Mao Badou was not used to it, he was still afraid of hearing it, and immediately smiled proudly and said in a small voice: "Buddha cannot say."

"Even if you are a Buddha, it is also the fattest Maitreya Buddha."

"Hello, Li Datian, dare to say that Xiaoye is fat." Mao Badou, who was entrenched, jumped up.

The two clashed for a while, Xue Tingyan looked at Chen Jian next to him helplessly and shook his head.

Just wanting to stop the two from messing around, a few students passed by at this time, with a sneer: "That's it, I dare to talk about it."

The reason for this is because of Mao Badou.

He changed his previous nature and worked diligently, which really surprised everyone. Mao Badou was well-connected in the school before, and he had a few friends, but he was estranged afterwards. After the framing of He Ming, some people took the initiative to talk to him.

Mao Badou knew that these people were all snobbish ghosts, but he was not stupid enough to deliberately stiffen with others. He occasionally chatted a few words and mentioned hard work. Naturally, he said that he was rushing into the armor. These words spread out somehow, and there was a student who had never been accustomed to doing things as a joke.

However, those who dare to sneer in person like this are generally not dealing with a few people.

Mao Badou wanted to break up, but Chen Jian pulled him away: "Yes, just do what he does."

Xue Tingyan said lazily: "You are in armor, just hit them in the face."

The two did not hide their voices, so they heard for the other people. One of the students, the man who just made a chuckle, was disdainful: "You can enter the armor unless the water of the Yellow River flows backwards."

"What if that happens?" Xue Tingyan said suddenly.

"Is it?" This man was stunned for a while before he cut the railroad. "It's just that he didn't have to worry about it, and he temporarily held the Buddha's feet. If he can enter the armor, it is a **** blind."

"So what if I get in?"

"Betting against him, betting against him." There were students coaxing next to him.

The person immediately said: "If you can get into A, I lose one or two, no, I lose you five or two silver!"

Although the style of study is rigorous in the school, literati have always been able to help gambling. Of course, this bet refers to the bet of elegance, for example, betting on poems, essays, and articles. This also includes gambling studies, which can also be regarded as an incentive, that is, the bets are open.

The student's name is Li Chao, and the family is also from the town. It is usually quite generous to shoot among the classmates. However, Wuliangyin is also a great skill for him, and it is obvious that Mao Badou is the last one in Class B. How could it be possible to pass the crowd into A in March.

The student with the right character has already persuaded him to stop it, thinking that this is Li Chao's deliberate pitfalls. Although Mao Badou usually didn't adjust it a little bit, he wasn't a bad guy anyway, so why bet so big with others.

"It wasn't that he said he wanted to enter the armor, why didn't he dare to gamble at this time!" Li Chao blushed and retorted.

Here, Mao Badou squeezed his palm: "Betting, there is nothing to dare. If I can't get into the armor, I lose five or two of your silver. You can testify. "

"Just testify, testify, whoever is afraid of you, is afraid that you have no ability to take my money."

At this time the bell rang outside, and all the students did not dare to speak immediately, and each sat down after returning to the article. Soon, Mr. Meng arrived, and after a few words he began to teach the Scriptures.

While resting in the middle, Mao Badou went to the latrine, and Chen Jian asked Xue Tingyan: "Are you deliberate?"

Hearing this, Xue Tingyan smiled: "Tighten his nerves so he won't be taken seriously."

Of the four, Xue Tingyan didn't need to mention it, Chen Jian was the hardest, and Li Datian seemed inconspicuous, but he had a solid foundation in Jingyi.

Xue Tingyan tried three people before, and was very surprised. He couldn't figure out why Li Datian, who had a solid foundation, failed to enter the league.

The only explanation is that Mao Badou took Li Datian out of the way. It may also be that Li Datian himself was not thinking about it. He had already made up his mind to study for two years, and went back to wait for his grandfather. How can a person who is not at all concerned about this make a difference.

As for Mao Badou, the most complicated thing for Xue Tingyan is Mao Badou.

Let him see, Mao Badou is very smart, his brain is very lively, and his memory is outstanding. As long as he can put his serious thoughts on reading, it is certainly no problem to test a show.

With the help of three people these days, he learned quickly, but he was a little impatient and easily distracted. There will be more than ten days to go to the quarter exam soon, and Xue Tingyan naturally hopes that he will be able to catch up again.

"What you said makes sense, it's not about the immediate interests, I think it's the day of the Ji Kao, he will not be considered as serious."

Not to mention these, in a blink of an eye, it was the day of the quarter exam.

On this day, the students all got up very early.

The food for breakfast is particularly rich, and the cafeteria also knows that today is unusual.

After breakfast, many students went back to the number room to steal a little time to read a book, while others walked in the garden and shook their heads with ink on their backs.

The bell rang and all went to the lecture hall.

It is enough to check the pen and ink, but there is enough water in the bamboo tube. Other students couldn't hold their breath. They already ran a few trips to the latrine early in the morning. When they just sat down and wanted to go, they hurriedly ran out covering their stomachs. It happened to meet Mr. Meng, and took a leave with him, so he ran to the latrine at a speed.

Mr. Meng did not take the book today, but held two stacks of thick roll paper.

After standing still, he gave the paper to the students in the front row and asked them to take it down and post one. After the paper was issued, the student who was in the latrine also came back, and Mr. Meng said, "Go ahead. Half an hour is limited.

As early as the paper was issued, Xue Tingyan had read the content above.

This volume is privately engraved in the school. The quality of the paper and the engraving are very poor. The ink on it is not dry yet. It is black when touched. It is also because the Qingyuan Academy is too poor to only write papers of this quality.

The point is not the paper, but the question on the paper.

This quarterly examination has forty text questions, ten Mo Yi questions, and a total of fifty questions.

The so-called scriptures, which began in the Tang Dynasty, were to put a few words or sentences on the scriptures to be tested so that the candidates could fill them. Mo Yi is to explain the scriptures to a passage, and it is best to be able to silently comment out the notes on the collection.

Since the students in Class B have not yet learned to do eight-legged essays, the eight-legged essays are not tested. The Scriptures and Moyi are both literal knowledge. As long as you read the "Four Books and Five Scriptures" and "Zhu Zi Annotation", you can do well.

Half an hour, fifty questions, one careless is the time, the result of the question has not been completed.

Xue Tingyan looked up, and many students seemed to be no strangers to this season's exams, and began to do it when they got the paper. He dipped the pen in the ink that had already been ground, and began to write.

The first sutra title is from the chapter of Wang Hui of "Meng Zi"-

King Qi Xuan asked, "Is it possible to hear about Qi Huan and Jin Wen?"

Mencius said yes, but the back is empty and needs to be filled by candidates.

Xue Tingyan quickly wrote-"Those of Zhong Ni who have no way of doing things and who are literary are future generations. There is no way to hear about them. If they don't know what they are. If they don't know what to do, then are they kings?"

In fact, these quotations are not difficult, and it is rare that one word cannot be wrong. Anything that is wrong is wrong. Xue Tingyan's painstaking study and copying of books these days can be called backsliding on the "Four Books and Five Classics" and "Zhu Zi Ji Zhu".

In particular, he has learned many times in his dreams. In reality, he only needs to consolidate a few more times, which is more effective. This is why Chen Jian and others are very curious. He clearly sees that Xue Tingyan didn't learn much at all, mostly because of copying books. Why no matter how many people ask questions, he can't fail him.

Xue Tingyan quickly finished writing forty Scripture questions in one breath. He rested his pen and rested, looked up and looked around. Most people were crazy about books. He took out another empty bamboo tube and drank some water, covered the bamboo tube, and Fang started to do the remaining ink questions.

Moyi questions are all small questions, so they seem to be many, but in fact they are done quickly.

After Xue Tingyan finished it, he checked it again and found that there were no mistakes. Then he took out the bamboo tube and washed the pen in a bowl that was used as a pen wash.

His behavior is a little abrupt. To know that almost all of the more than 30 students are immersed in the question, but he has a relaxed posture.

Mr. Meng, who was sitting at the head, fixed his eyes and turned around Xue Tingyan.

I went to see the hourglass again, just halfway through.

As the person in charge of this quarterly exam, Mr. Meng naturally knows where the quarterly exam is difficult. There are too many questions, but too little time. Every quarter, many students cannot write all the questions. If you can't finish writing, you won't count, so it's the same as being unlucky.

However, Xue Tingyan finished writing so early in advance. In the end, he was still in the chest, he still wouldn't do the above question, and simply gave up.

Mr. Meng was still familiar with Xue Tingyan. When he entered the museum, the owner greeted him and made him pay more attention to the student. Normally, when he looks at this person, his performance is not top-notch, and he can even say it is obscure. Especially before this person entered the museum, but only studied in rural private schools for a few years, even the Jingyi would not understand.

After silently thinking for a while, Mr. Meng opened his lips and said, "If you are done, you can submit the paper in advance."

The voice suddenly sounded in the quiet lecture hall, and most of the students raised their heads as if they were awake at first, and looked around blankly. It wasn't until someone stood up that they realized that someone was done.

how is this possible! Looking down at the remaining questions on my paper, I was amazed by the sound in my throat. If it wasn't for the quarter exam, you shouldn't make a loud noise, but probably many people already screamed.

Xue Tingyan raised the book bag and handed the paper to Mr. Meng respectfully.

Mr. Meng lowered his head and looked at him again, then nodded.

Xue Tingyan went out.