The evil first wife who wears a book, and the future first assistant wants to kill me every day

Live in Chizhuang.

Zisu changed into a pink skirt, which looked more playful than the bright yellow one.

Standing under the peach blossom tree, holding a broom and cleaning up the fallen flowers that were blown by the rain last night with Xiao Wu.

Xiao Wu said in a flirtatious manner, "Zisu, your clothes look really good today."

Zi Su blushed, "The banker gave it to me."

She never expected that Gao Yan would prepare such pink women's clothes for her.

At first glance, it was his sister's favorite color.

This color should make it look innocent and cute, right?

Since he regards her as his sister, of course he has to play a more qualified role.

You can't just show cowardice, otherwise men will get tired of it.

Just in time, the silly Xiao Wu went to tease her.

One moment he swept up the fallen flowers and scattered them, and the next moment he sprinkled a petal on her hair, which was so childish.

Zisu pretended to be crisp and said, "Brother Xiao Wu, if you do anything bad again, I will tell the dealer."

Xiaowu was honest, but he turned his head and shook the flower tree, causing a rain of petals to fall all over the ground again.

There were many waves, just like the pink smoke.

Zi Su chased him, her peach-pink skirt fluttering around, as if blending into the peach blossoms...

Her shouts echoed throughout the yard, "Brother Xiaowu, brother, brother..."

Gao Yan stood by the window, looking at her innocent and cheerful figure, and slowly closed the window.

Zi Su saw that the window was closed, so she stopped running.

Pretending to be cute is so tiring.

The sound of her brother shouting made her almost vomit.

She pretended to be out of breath and held on to the broom, "I can't run anymore, brother Xiaowu."

Xiao Wu stopped teasing others and took the broom from her hand like a gentleman.

"Okay, I'll help you sweep while you rest aside."

Zi Su wants to show off her hard-working persona. Wherever she can take a break, she will naturally go sweeping together.

Suddenly, Gao Yan appeared at the door and shouted: "Zisu, come over and grind ink for me."

Zi Su responded with a smile, dropped the broom, and ran into the house happily.

When she opened the door, a wisp of wet wind blew in along with her figure.

The petals on her head were dangling, and they wanted to fall.

She didn't notice, rolled up her sleeves and ran to the desk, "Zhuang, let me help you grind the ink."

There was still a hint of breathiness in his voice, a hint of the lightness he had just laughed with Xiao Wu, and he was less timid than before.

Gao Yan paused and suddenly stretched out his hand...

Zi Su was stunned for a moment, and then saw an extra petal on his fingertips, "You were careless, and it fell into the inkstone later."

Zisu hurriedly picked at her head, and two more petals fell off. She smiled sheepishly.

He muttered in a low voice, "It's all my fault that Brother Xiao Wu did it just now."

Gao Yan raised his eyes to look at her, but she immediately shut up and went to get the ink pad diligently.

Gao Yan asked: "Can you grind ink?"

Zi Su nodded, "I used to help my brother study ink when he was studying."

"Oh, do you know how to read?"

"I don't know much. My brother taught me. Our family can only support my brother to study alone."

"Do you want to study?"

Zi Su shook her head and said innocently, "My mother said that a woman's lack of talent is a virtue, but I don't read that."

Gao Yan dipped his pen in hand and said nonchalantly: "Those are all taken out of context. If a woman's lack of talent is a virtue, why do those high-ranking girls need to be literate for everything?"

Zisu scratched her head, "That's right."

Gao Yan explained to her the true meaning of a woman's virtue without talent.

The ancients said that women have no talent, but being able to distinguish right from wrong is also a kind of virtue.

Or to put it another way, a woman is talented but can still be humble and treat others humbly. Only such a woman has truly noble virtues.

Gao Yan said: "No matter which one, it is not the one you understand. Some words need to be viewed rationally. If you want to learn, just learn. There is no need to be bound by these restrictions."

Zisu said dumbly, no one had ever explained this to her in detail.

When she was a child, her father did not allow her to study, and only taught her how to practice poison, saying that practicing poison was the way to survive, and reading was only for bad scholars.

Her knowledge of literature comes more from various understandings of poison.

Although she has not studied this aspect, she also knows that many people outside still believe that a woman's lack of talent is a virtue, and Gao Yan actually encourages herself...

He is a little different from those pedantic nerds.

Since he supports women studying, such a good opportunity has been presented to him and cannot be wasted.

Zi Su bit her lip and fluttered her eyelashes, "Then, can the banker teach Zi Su how to read?"

"Zisu wants to study... she wants to know how to read..."

Gao Yan seemed to want to refuse.

But when he saw her looking at him, her watery eyes filled with broken light from the window, it was as if she mustered up the courage for the first time.

The words came to my lips, but they didn't come out.

After a while, he pretended to be cold and said: "I can only teach you to recognize a few more of your words."

Hooked.

Zi Su smiled sweetly, "Thank you, dealer. It would be good for me to know a few more words. Dealer is really kind."

Gao Yan seemed to smile, stopped making any sound, and wrote with peace of mind.

What he wrote was a reply to the owner of the silk village, discussing preparations for the new village.

The writing speed is fast and neat, and the horizontal strokes and vertical strokes are elegant and elegant, just like others.

Zi Su praised, "The banker's calligraphy is really beautiful, much better than my brother's."

These words are all sincere praise.

The men of Xingyue Sect don't care about writing. The handwriting of alchemy is often written like a dog crawling, worse than her.

Only Mr. Jingyue's handwriting is the most beautiful, but Zisu feels that Mr. Jingyue's handwriting is too rigid and restrictive.

Gao Yan’s fonts feel very comfortable to look at.

If she had to practice calligraphy, she would practice Gao Yan.

Gao Yan paused his pen tip and said, "Cursive writing is more difficult. If you are a beginner, practice regular script first."

Zisu said obediently.

Gao Yan's study was transparent from north to south, with excellent lighting. The girl rolled up her sleeves and studied ink, revealing a section of forearm that was so white that it glowed.

A country girl is quite fair.

Gao Yan stopped writing, and the ink in his eyes flowed like a dark river.

Just as he was about to ask her to pour a cup of tea, suddenly, the sound of the little five-line salute came from outside the window.

"Xiao Wu has met the princess."

Zisu's eyes lit up, Yunwei was here.

Sure enough, staying with this guy can increase the number of times he sees Yun Wei.

Before she could go out to greet her, Yunwei had already stepped into the study room and saw the scene of Gao Yan writing, Zi Su grinding ink, and red sleeves adding fragrance.

Zi Su quickly saluted, "I've met the princess."

Yunwei waved her hand, indicating that there was no need to be polite, and looked at Gao Yan with a smile, "You have recovered from your illness and are you starting to work now?"

Gao Yan dried the ink, put it in an envelope, stood up and came over, "I put some heavy medicine on it yesterday, and it's much better today. It's okay to reply to the letter."

"Princess Princess, why are you free to come here today?"

Yunwei looked at Zisu, "It's not because Zisu said he could make sweet cheese, it made me greedy."

Gao Yan was surprised, "Tangsu cheese?"

"Yeah, it sounds delicious. I was thinking about it when I went back yesterday. I'm greedy during pregnancy, so I had no choice but to borrow your maid to make one for me early in the morning."