Transmigrating into the Prince Regent’s Beloved Runaway Wife

Mr. Literacy was found two days later.

He was probably in his fifties, with a beard, thin cheeks, and a serious expression. Looking at him, Meng Huan recalled the fear of being dominated by the class teacher in junior high school.

Feng Zhi whispered: "Mister's name is Shan Shu, he is the Qing Ke master in the mansion, he is very knowledgeable, he passed the examination of Tan Hua Lang many years ago, and now he is still an official."

"Tanhualang?" Meng Huan was a little puzzled, "Will it be a waste to teach me such a high level of knowledge?" He calculated that in ancient times, Jinshi was roughly equal to the provincial champion, and Tanhualang could be the national champion, so he was a little confused, " Not to mention five taels of silver every month."

Feng Zhi: "Maybe we are lucky."

"..."

Meng Huan wanted to say something else, but Mr. coughed: "Madam, please."

"coming."

Meng Huan approached and sat down. The gentleman closed his eyes and said, "The teaching materials for the boy's enlightenment include "Three Character Classics", "Hundred Surnames", "Thousand Character Classics", "Longwen Whip Shadow", "Xunmeng Parallel Sentences", and "Xiaoeryu". Which one should I start learning from?”

Yesterday, Meng Huan also asked someone to buy a reading book, and found a copy of "Newly Compiled Four Words of Conversation": "Sir, there are pictures in this textbook, why don't you learn this book?"

Shanshu took a look.

Each word in this book has a corresponding picture, the sun, moon, mountains, rivers, clouds, rain, thunder, and lightning, which help to understand, but the number of words is relatively small, only more than 300, and it is generally for very young children.

The reason why Meng Huan chose it was exactly the same: for elementary school students, it was a bit naive; but for me who just entered college, it was just right.

Meng Huan: ^v^

"Madam, if you want to learn this book, learn this book." Shanshu picked up the ruler and flipped through the paper in front of him, "I will teach you to read it first, after reading it, Madam will start to recite it."

"OK."

Meng Huan quickly marked the homophones with similar pinyin on the side, so as not to forget how to pronounce them.

After teaching the reading method, Shan Shu took back the ruler and closed his eyes: "Madam memorizes the first two pages first, and then write silently after an hour. If you can't write it out, hit ten palms for a wrong word."

"..."

Do you still want to hit the palm of your hand?

What, I'm the prince's wife... I muttered silently in my heart, but Meng Huan was most afraid of the teacher since he was a child. Hearing these words, his scalp became tense, and he felt a feeling of being out of breath. Scanned the page.

The first page is okay, most of the characters are similar to the current simplified characters, but the second page is a bit uncommon, and the difficulty has increased significantly, but most of the radicals are still similar.

Meng Huan took a deep breath, picked up the brush, and started to memorize it on the draft paper.

The weather was so hot that the maids didn't dare to come forward when he was in class, and occasionally came to refill tea. Meng Huan was sweating profusely from writing, and when he looked up, he found that Mr. Shan Shu was sleeping soundly in the crooked chair with his head up.

"..."

silence.

Silence is Cambridge tonight.

—Only the book-traveling world that I have endured has been achieved.

The shadow of the sundial moved slowly, trying to remember an hour ago. After Meng Huan relaxed, he began to look at the little old man who was sleeping while fishing.

Really good at fishing. Just thinking about it, the little old man opened his eyes, yawned and asked, "Madam, do you remember?"

"...Remember." Meng Huan took out the draft paper he wrote silently.

"Now dictate."

The sedan chair to pick up Lin Bozhou stopped in front of the palace gate, Lin Bozhou lifted the hem of the crimson python robe and floral dress, stepped on the stool padded by the servants, and stepped steadily on the stone surface.

"The lord is back to the mansion?" Shan Xing and the **** You Jin were waiting at the door, and they were greeted by the familiar way, "The lord drinks tea."

This is the rule of Lin Bozhou when he returns home, a sip of hot tea in winter, and a sip of herbal tea in summer, to refresh his mind.

"My lord is coming down so early today?" Shan Xing followed behind him.

"There are some unpleasant things. There is a governor at the front end, and now the court is full of discussions, and the Qingliu party is kowtowing again. Although it is useless, it is very noisy." Lin Bozhou put the tea bowl back into the hand of the **** You Jin, "My lord Hearing that his ears were callused, he came back first."

"Is it going to make a fuss?" Shan Xing looked a little worried.

Lin Bozhou had a basis for killing people, but the court has a large number of people and complex factions, so it is this place that is bad. Not everyone can understand his ideas, and is more willing to consider it from the perspective of self-interest.

Not surprisingly, Lin Bozhou was sprayed again today.

"I can't make a fuss."

Lin Bozhou's voice was flat, he paused as he walked, "Where's Madam?"

"Madam?" Shan Xing thought for a while, "My father hasn't come back yet. Madam should still be studying."

"It's getting dark." Lin Bozhou tilted the sky.

"It's so late?" Shan Xing patted his forehead: "The madam is probably detained by my father. My father's bad-tempered prince knows that no matter how smart a person is, he has to be punished by his ruler. Wait, if it's Madam —”

The atmosphere suddenly became a little silent.

Lin Bozhou glanced at him.

Shan Xing immediately dismissed the blame: "It's not my suggestion to ask my father to teach him how to read, right? Isn't it?"

"..."

Lin Bozhou was really too lazy to argue with him, and said, "Go and see."

In the yard, the sun was getting darker. Meng Huan was lying on the table and writing with a brush. His snow-white face was listless and dejected, but his expression was forbearing and strong.

Shanshu with a livid face in front of him was holding a ruler, looking down at the ink-smeared manuscript paper on the table, with a solemn expression.

Feng Zhi, the maid under the eaves, swallowed her saliva, and chatted with Ah Qing: "Ma'am, haven't you remembered?"

"It seems that I wrote two wrong words again, or let's learn it another day? It's so late, it's time to prepare dinner."

"Why don't you go and propose to Master Shanshu, let's leave school today and study tomorrow?"

"...Why don't you go?"

The two maids muttered, turned and went to the kitchen.

Meng Huan dipped the ink again, confirmed that the two words had been memorized, and said, "Sir, I have memorized it. You can dictate again."

With a straight face, the little old man read in rhythmic tones: "Goose, duck, chicken..."

Wiping the sweat off his brow, Meng Huan was very nervous. He inexplicably thought of the tutor in Lu Xun's Sanwei Bookstore. Is the atmosphere so scary?

The memory in his mind began to blur again, and Meng Huan hurriedly shook off his random thoughts, so as not to forget how to write the words.

"turtle…"

When Meng Huan uttered this word, his fingers stopped, and his back felt cold.

"It's over."

The little old man frowned: "Ma'am."

Meng Huan resisted the urge to cry and left an empty seat: "Sir, read the next one, I'll think about it later."

Thinking about it again, it was just delaying time. He couldn't write it again and again, and Meng Huan became extremely depressed. He was even more frustrated when he wrote, and his lips curled down, with a frown on his face.

But at this moment, there was a noise at the door, it was the maid's voice.

"Meet the prince."

Meng Huan turned his head sideways, and the afterimage of the slanting light just fell on the courtyard gate, which was dim and hazy, casting shadows on the tall young man at the gate, with a kind of beauty like an oil painting.

Lin Bozhou changed out of his python robe and wore jade-white regular clothes, looking very handsome and elegant. Seeing Meng Huan's little bitter face, he couldn't help showing a little smile.

Lin Bozhou?

...how come?

Just as Meng Huan was nervous, the little old man's indifferent voice sounded next to his ear: "Turtle."

"..." Meng Huan quickly lowered his head.

Before Shan Shu stood up and made a bow, Lin Bozhou said first, "Uncle, you don't need to be restrained, just be busy when you need to be busy, and this king is just here for a walk."

Then the voice turned overhead. The shadows fell, and about two or three steps later, Meng Huan noticed that Lin Bozhou walked up to him, blocking the heat of the setting sun, and looking down at the words he wrote.

The sandalwood on his body permeated through the scorching heat. It was so hot that Meng Huan felt uncomfortable all over.

"..."

Meng Huan's handwriting was originally ugly, but when he saw it, he thought of his high level of cultural accomplishment, and the pen in his hand became heavier, drawing symbols slowly, each stroke was unsightly.

"..."

Lin Bozhou's smile rang in his ears.

Meng Huan blushed, lowered his head, his heart was tense, there was an uncomfortable feeling of fullness, and he felt an indescribable shame.

Let him see that he can't write, and his handwriting is ugly.

So lost, QAQ.

so lost...

Bite the bullet and continue to write, the little old man gave time to check after he finished reading, Meng Huan stopped near the blank with his hand holding the writing brush, scratched his hair but still couldn't remember, and looked distressed.

"What word?" Lin Bozhou finally asked.

"Turtle." Meng Huan replied reluctantly.

"Wouldn't Madam?"

"..."

Depressed, Meng Huan still said, "Yeah."

The tail is long and a bit greasy.

Lin Bozhou looked at Shanshu and was very patient: "What will happen if you can't write it?"

"Hit the palm, hit ten."

The little old man gave him face very much, he should have hit him the first time, but he insisted on giving Meng Huan two chances, if he can't write this time, he will definitely hit him.

"It's really a palm hit..." Lin Bozhou dragged out his voice and looked at Meng Huan's hand. His wife really can't use a brush, and her small white hands are now stained with ink on the palms and backs, and they are painted black.

Lin Bozhou wanted to laugh, and raised his eyes to look at Shanshu again.

Shanshu is very strict in teaching students, and Lin Bozhou was punished by him to stand when he was young, facing the wall with a self-criticism book on his head, and stood for half an hour until he felt ashamed before allowing him to go down.

Although he has no experience in beating his palms, his palms are swollen after seeing his son on a trip to the mountains.

If it were Meng Huan, there would be a high probability that the fight would be a hit.

When the time comes... you won't cry again, will you?

Lin Bozhou was quiet, looked down at Meng Huan and said slowly, "Is it because I can't remember this word at all, or is there a certain part that I can't remember?"

"Ah?" Meng Huan looked up.

He looked a little dazed.

"Ask you, can't remember anything?" Lin Bozhou's voice had an extremely obvious hint.

Just as Meng Huan took a breath, he heard "Your Highness—" in his ear, and Shan Shu noticed it too, with a stern expression on his face.

"Uncle, don't be nervous. This king will never tell him how to write." Lin Bozhou smiled and pointed his finger on the draft paper, gesticulating something, and just said to Meng Huan: "Recall what the turtle looks like, the head, the shell on the back. , and feet."

Meng Huan bowed his head, his eyes followed Lin Bozhou's fingers.

He seemed to be drawing a little turtle, but the strokes seemed vaguely familiar to Meng Huan.

Meng Huan's scalp tensed, and he suddenly said, "I remembered!"

"Smart." Lin Bozhou smiled, "Let's write."

Meng Huan hurriedly wrote the word "turtle", and found that Shan Shu's face turned blue when he finished writing, apparently he didn't know what to say. It seems that he violated the rules and didn't violate the rules, but he said that there is no problem, and he has another knot in his heart.

Lin Bozhou had already taken Meng Huan's manuscript, and sent it to Shanshu with a smile: "Uncle, I have read it first, Madam, these dozens of characters are all written correctly, there is nothing wrong with it."

Shanshu: "..."

Meng Huan blushed, a little embarrassed, and stood up slowly.

Shan Shu had no choice but to bear it again, and said: "Okay. Madam will copy every word ten times tonight, and I will hand it over to the old man for inspection tomorrow." After speaking, he left the yard.

After finally dealing with the teacher, Meng Huan turned his head to look at Lin Bozhou, realizing the crux of the matter.

The atmosphere was a bit silent, he scratched his hair, his eyes were clear: "Why is the prince here?"

"This king can't come?" Lin Bozhou looked at him.

"no…"

Meng Huan didn't see him for several days, nor was he summoned, and he didn't seem to be unhappy or empty. He just looked at him and scratched his hands a little at a loss.

Meng Huan was quiet for a while, and said obediently, "I thought I fell out of favor."