beautiful woman at home

"How can you coerce people to buy books?" Wen Zijin leaned against the bookshelf, frowning, "This is wrong."

The female ghost floated in front of Wen Zijin from the right, approached with a smirk on her face and said, "In a word, do you want to buy it or not?"

Wen Zijin only felt that the shady breath from the female ghost was very cold, although the sun was shining brightly in the yard ahead, but this place was gloomy and creepy.

"Then I'll buy this one, I haven't read the others."

"You're so stingy, I think the fabric of the robe you're wearing is obviously from a rich family." The female ghost looked at Wen Zijin with disgust while holding the books.

Seeing that the female ghost didn't write any more books, Wen Zijin naturally didn't dare to stay any longer, just holding the book in his hand and said: "You must keep your word, don't talk nonsense with Sister Ye."

The female ghost handed over a book and said with sly eyes: "Buy another one, I can reluctantly think about it."

Wen Zijin looked at this cunning female ghost, so he had no choice but to reach out and take the picture album, then turned around and hurriedly ran out of this dark corner.

Qin Yu at the front was holding a lot of books in his hands. Seeing Wen Zijin come back to his side, he asked curiously, "Why didn't I find you just now?"

"Well, I went elsewhere." Wen Zijin tightly covered the two books in his hand, for fear of arousing Qin Yu's curiosity.

Fortunately, Qin Yu was obsessed with martial arts books, and Wen Zijin carefully put down the books until the two reached the counter.

The shopkeeper of this study is a well-known female scholar in Jingzhou City. She is very knowledgeable. It is said that she can read at the age of three and can compose poetry at the age of five. It is said that she has never been married, and now she lives alone in the study.

Wen Zijin didn't dare to meet the female scholar's eyes, and turned her head to look away. Unexpectedly, the female ghost floated beside the female scholar.

"A total of fifty copper coins." The female scholar said softly.

The female ghost winked at Wen Zijin, but she held the female scholar's sleeve affectionately with her hands, and her whole figure was intertwined with the female scholar.

"Zijin, why are you in a daze?" Qin Yu shouted outside.

Just now Wen Zijin came back to his senses, blushing, took out his purse and put the two strings of copper plates on the counter, then ran out of the study with his book in his hands without looking back.

It was approaching dusk outside, and the whole street was exceptionally quiet. After parting ways with Qin Yu, Wen Zijin immediately returned to the mansion.

In the past, Wen Zijin always went to visit his mother first, but today he had to hide these two bad books first.

Without stopping for a moment, he ran into the garden, ignoring the sweat on his forehead, and the guilty Wen Zijin closed all the doors and windows tightly.

These two bad books were like hot potatoes, Wen Zijin inspected the overly spacious inner room.

A vase, wardrobe, or under the bed?

When his eyes moved to the bookcase, Wen Zijin stepped on the small wooden stool and put the two bad books on the top shelf of the bookcase, and then put the small wooden stool elsewhere.

Looking at the densely packed books like this, Wen Zijin felt a lot more at ease, thinking that it should be invisible.

After bathing and changing clothes, it was getting dark, Wen Zijin and his mother had dinner in the courtyard.

The cicadas were chirping and chirping outside, Mother Wen held the soup and handed it to Wen Zijin's hand and said, "I heard from the servant that Zijin went out to play with the youngest son of the Qin family today?"

Wen Zijin took the soup bowl and then lowered his head and took a sip, but when he heard this, he felt guilty and almost choked on the soup, and his whole face turned red.

"Drink it slowly, this soup is a bit hot." Mother Wen handed over the handkerchief.

"Yeah." Wen Zijin wiped her mouth, her dark eyes did not dare to meet Wen's mother's gaze, and she responded in a low voice: "Yeah, Zijin just went to the study for a while, and didn't do anything else."

If it is said that she bought a book, then the mother will definitely check it. Wen Zijin, who has always been honest, lied, and felt very guilty.

But mother Wen on the other side had another thought in her heart, she held the spoon in her hand and asked slowly: "I heard that the youngest son of the Qin family is very naughty, Zijin likes to play with him recently?"

Wen Zijin looked at his mother a little confused and said, "What does mother want to ask Zijin?"

Mother Wen suddenly smiled awkwardly, and then said: "Mother just thinks that Zijin doesn't have any playmates on weekdays, and stays with boys all day long. Do you have a favorite little friend?"

The words were very euphemistic. Mother Wen drank the soup, and still didn't know how to remind her good daughter not to be fooled by some bastard.

"Zijin doesn't have a favorite friend. There are homework every day in the college, and the old master's lectures are also very good." Although Wen Zijin didn't quite understand what her mother said, she still answered according to what she understood.

Mother Wen looked at her serious daughter in front of her, and breathed a sigh of relief. After all, the child is still young, and she has always been obedient, which is very worry-free.

Probably in the eyes of all mothers, their children are still children no matter how old they are.

After the two of them had dinner, Wen Zijin returned to his garden with a lantern. The lantern under the eaves was surrounded by dense mosquitoes, and the courtyard was brightly lit.

But Wen Zijin didn't go to the side courtyard, but washed up early and went to bed.

There was no need to go to the academy the next day. When he got up early in the morning, the inner room was already brightly lit. Wen Zijin got up lazily, still feeling a little sleepy, and dazedly clutching a handkerchief to wash his hands, he woke up a lot.

Mostly eat porridge in the morning, Wen Zijin ate porridge in small bites, glanced sideways at the neat bookcase, still feeling a little guilty.

The flowers and plants in the courtyard were in full bloom, and Wen Zijin sat in the pavilion and listened to the class. Although the teacher looked a little less rigorous, the lecture was very different.

Sister Ye sat quietly by the side, as if she hadn't read the thick bamboo scroll in her hand.

Wen Zijin, who was originally concentrating on it, suddenly lost his mind, and his eyes fell on the black skirt illuminated by the glare of the sun.

The black skirt made her fair and translucent face more translucent and brighter. Sister Ye hasn't changed a bit in the past few years, and the hand holding the bamboo scroll is slender and slender.

Well, that hand is still soft to hold.

Wen Zijin bent his eyes unconsciously, and suddenly his forehead was tapped with a ruler.

The force was not light, and Wen Zijin stretched out his hand to cover it in pain, and Zi Xi asked with a smile on his brows, "Young master, what did I read just now?"

"Zijin was distracted just now." Wen Zijin replied sincerely.

Zi Xi held the ruler lightly and asked: "What did the young master think when he looked at Miss Ye just now?"

Wen Zijin's cheeks turned red quickly, and he hesitated with his head down, not knowing what to say.

Could it be that Sister Ye is so beautiful that she was fascinated by it?

These are the molesting words that a prodigal son would say.

Ye Ran's eyes on the other side poked into the red and swollen part of the girl's forehead, feeling a little unbearable, so he glanced at the purple rhinoceros expressing his mind:

Why do you have to take such a heavy hand?

Zi Xi raised her eyebrows and looked at Ye Ran and responded: Does this mean you feel sorry for her?

Ye Ran moved lightly between his fingers, and the purple rhinoceros on the other side hurriedly defended and said: Yes!I'm afraid of you because of your powerful cultivation, don't do anything if you have something to say!

"It's still a good boy to correct the mistake, but it's not an example." Zi Xi taught seriously.

Wen Zijin nodded as he held the book in his hands, and stopped peeking to one side.

There is a time limit for writing articles, so Wen Zijin wrote in a hurry, and there was no time to be distracted.

Zi Xi sat aside, took a sip of tea, glanced at Ye Ran who was sitting upright, and conveyed his thoughts with a smile in his eyes:

You are here, obviously to influence her study.

Ye Ran glanced at the smiling purple rhinoceros, raised his hand and took a sip of tea to convey his thoughts: If you teach well, why would I stare at you?

Hey, I am also a famous teacher in the capital, and she is not stupid. If you really want to test for fame, it is naturally an easy matter.

Zi Xi looked at the person who was writing and writing, and then stared at Ye Ranchuan, thinking: I found another evil spirit in her body. Could it be that other monsters other than you have also taken a fancy to her?

Ye Ran put down the teacup in his hand, and poked his eyes towards the serious-looking girl. There was a very faint evil spirit lingering around him, but it didn't hurt, and it was more like a brief contact.

Wen Zijin, who had been writing the article seriously, naturally didn't know what happened.

When I finally put down the pen, I noticed two eyes looking at this side.

And the teacher didn't know when he sat down with Sister Ye to drink tea.

Zi Xi stood up leisurely to review Wen Zijin's article, only briefly mentioned a few minor mistakes, but the others were quite satisfied.

When dinner was approaching in the afternoon, the teacher left, Wen Zijin packed up the utensils and said hesitantly: "Sister Ye, why don't you eat with Zijin?"

"En." Ye Ran closed the bamboo roll and responded softly.

The waiters enter the pavilion, prepare meals, and then retreat outside. The lush trees beside the courtyard are the best place to enjoy the cool air.

Wen Zijin handed the soup to Ye Ran and said softly, "After the spring rains a while ago, the bamboo shoots grew very fast. This chicken soup with bamboo shoots is very delicious. Sister Ye, try it."

Ye Ran held the wooden spoon in his hand and drank the soup under the eager eyes. The girl opposite had a bright smile with her eyes bent.

Usually Wen Zijin was busy eating when eating with his mother, but this time he always wanted to persuade Sister Ye to eat more.

So much so that Ye Ran didn't know how to speak the words that stopped in her throat. After all, if she really encountered ghosts and evil spirits, the girl Yinghai didn't even say a word.

This is very abnormal.

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感谢在2020-04-2020:55:13~2020-04-2120:56:25期间为我投出霸王票或灌溉营养液的小天使哦~

Thanks to the little angel who threw the mine: 1 small pepper;

Thanks to the little angel of the irrigation nutrient solution: it is a bottle of lychee;

Thank you very much for your support, I will continue to work hard!