Lazy girl Qingwen who crossed the Red Mansion

Footsteps sounded outside the door, and the two wanted to hide behind the screen together.Qingwen was purely troubled by those poems and essays. It is no problem to memorize poems. The elites of the colleges who have been killed by the Chinese exam-taking system have good shorthand skills, so it is difficult to write poems. Qingwen has no desire to write poems at all. Brain can't do it either.On the contrary, I read the topic of a policy theory in the study and found it simple and easy.

It is easy to write more than half of a piece of paper, an article with a grand idea, something to say, and plain words.A little girl asked her to get something, Qingwen went to the warehouse to find it and gave it to someone.I am happy to come back and continue to write, explain my views, point out problems, put forward reasonable and feasible suggestions, and finish!

"it is good!"

Someone suddenly applauded behind her, and Qingwen was startled. The reason why she feels relieved to express her feelings here and criticize the current situation is because the writing is enjoyable, and no one will know if it burns after a while. The prince's study is extremely guarded and no one Come in casually.It wouldn't be serious if it was seen by the king of Beijing Jing, at most it was just a few words of censure, but the voice was obviously not the king of Beijing Jing.

Her subordinates were faster than her brain, Qingwen quickly picked up the paper on the desk, and tore it in half with a thud.I just wanted to tear it up a few more times, but it might as well be snatched away.

"Master, scare me. I can't write poems, I just write for fun, won't I be punished?"

Seeing that it was Qin Feng, Qingwen breathed a sigh of relief.King Bei Jing also came out from behind the screen, looking at Qing Wen with an unclear expression.

Qin Feng pushed Qingwen away who was in the way, and sat down in front of the desk. He thought about the article he had read just now, laid out a piece of paper, and wrote it down swiftly.

"Hey, master is indeed a genius, wise and powerful, extraordinary..."

"You remember the good words and prepare more, how can you praise me when you run out?"

King Bei Jing sat down on the other side, took the torn pieces of paper and put them together, and interrupted Qingwen's words slowly.

Qingwen glanced at the more gentle and refined King of Beijing Jing than usual, her heart fluttered, she calmed down, picked up the teapot on the side, poured a glass of water, and handed it over, carefully smiling brightly: " I really wrote it for fun, not on purpose, if you can’t write this, don’t you guys see it?”

King Bei Jing pushed Qing's flattering smile away in disgust, still looking unpredictable.

Qingwen seldom kneels, and there is no such rule in Baoyu's courtyard. After she came, she checked several times when she was learning the rules, and she was very relaxed when she came to serve the King of Beijing, but she didn't need to do psychological training. Qingwen felt no pressure suddenly. Kneeling down and hugging King Bei Jing's thigh: "My lord, I really don't blame me for this matter. You said that you can read the books in this study casually. I have finished memorizing the books of poetry and essays. I just read those classics and histories for fun. This policy theory I'm free to write, you can't use this to torture me so ruthlessly, can you?"

King Beijing coughed suddenly, and barely choked on a sip of tea. The child's temperament was too casual.

Qin Feng at the side shook his hand, Hao Xuan tore up the written strategy.It looks like this policy theory was written by a person who has the world in mind, and then look at the little girl kneeling on the ground with no character at all, it is so disillusioned.

King Beijing Jing grasped the topic, put down his teacup and asked, "You mean you wrote it all by looking at it?"

Of course, Qingwen can't say that this is the inertia of high-achieving students in university debates in later generations. She grasped the important point and nodded hastily: "It's all on paper, why don't I find out the basis of the strategy and show it to you?"

King Bei Jing nodded, he really didn't believe that this was written by reading, what a quick thinking it must be.

Qingwen skillfully found out the arguments in her strategy and the solutions she used from the classics and history collections, and skillfully spread them out to King Beijing Jing, expressing that she was absolutely not lying.

"You like reading these books?"

Qin Feng also came over, and she also knew that Qingwen was definitely not good at poetry and prose, but she didn't expect that a little girl didn't like romantic poetry and prose, and liked to study boring classics and history collections.

"Uh, that's what I used to learn to read when I was in Jia's mansion. Baoyu doesn't like reading those books very much, so it's okay to take them away for a few days."

A shy blush appeared on Qingwen's face appropriately, expressing her shame for her actions.

Qin Feng took a deep breath: "It's okay, you can go out, I'll have a good talk with your lord."

Qingwen nodded obediently, and before leaving, she took the two and a half pieces of paper in front of King Jingjing, who cares about her, as long as the original evidence is destroyed, she will beat her to death and refuse to admit it.

Throwing the theory into the stove in the small kitchen and burning it, Qingwen was so depressed that she wanted to scratch the wall, what a waste of time she is!

After turning around in a circle and walking behind a relatively remote rockery, Qingwen called out in a low voice, "Come out, Antong."

Antong jumped out and looked at Qingwen in bewilderment, not knowing where he had offended her again.

"I'll beat you up, don't fight back!"

Antong was so angry that Antong didn't remind herself that the prince had entered the study room before her, Qingwen couldn't be more angry if she didn't hit Antong, and rushed over after saying hello.

Before Antong understood what was going on, he saw Qingwen jumping up, if he dodged Qingwen, he would fall down, Antong hesitated, and the aggressive Qingwen threw him on the grass.

He greeted him with fists and legs, An Tong deeply felt that this strength was enough to tickle him.Qingwen rode on Antong and let out a violent beating. Hearing someone calling her from afar, she hurriedly jumped up and straightened her clothes, and leaned over to Antong's ear to warn: "I don't want to talk to others about beating you." talk."

Antong was beaten up for no reason, got up and touched his face, it seemed that he didn't touch his face because he was afraid of leaving marks.But what to ask?Even if it doesn't hurt, why beat him!

Qingwen's body was soft and fragrant, and it was comfortable to hit her body with her small fists. Antong's face blushed for no reason.

"Why did you hit you?"

Before the charming thoughts lasted long, a gentle and elegant voice asked in front of him, An Tong's eyes turned cold, and he raised his head.