The landowner's wife of the imperial examination

Chapter 347
Mr. Rang said that these two disciples are just idle and have nothing to do.

When returning home, the butler said that the couplet at the small gate had been stolen.

Jiang Changxi was very happy when he heard that, and when he faced Zhou Lan, his smiling eyes almost narrowed: "I just said, your handwriting is good, maybe someone with a discerning eye will steal it."

The young couple were happy, so they threw it away, and asked the housekeeper to take what was not posted yesterday and just post it.

With a sullen face, the gentleman asked the housekeeper, "Did you lose the one at the gate?"

The housekeeper shook his head: "Sir, don't worry, it's fine."

The butler broke out in a cold sweat, wondering if he lost all the ones at the gate, would he be able to continue working as a butler.

The husband is not happy, what kind of person is this, what kind of eyes, I don’t even know how to steal a picture.With a snort, he went back to the study.

Zhou Lan: "Why do you feel a little unhappy looking at your husband?"

Jiang Changxi glanced at the footsteps of the master's resentment, it was not a little unhappy, but very unhappy: "Maybe it is because I think this thief has a bad vision."

Zhou Lan: "Let's go and talk with my husband. I suddenly realized that this year has been a bit deserted."

Zhou Lan wanted to say that if they had given birth to a baby earlier, today would definitely not be so deserted.

But hearing that they were pregnant in October, even if they started wanting a baby when they got married, they still can't give birth now.

Jiang Changxi: "Otherwise, my husband will accompany you to play chess, how about I play the piano."

At any rate, she was taught by a female teacher, and it's rare to be free, and it's good to fiddle with it, but Mr. Sheng said that she has no talent.

On Mr. Wen Zhai's side, drinking tea by himself is really not interesting. I always feel that the servants outside are noisy, and I don't have the mood for Chinese New Year at all. I miss my little disciple.

The boys around me were all taken home by their parents for the New Year.

When Jiang Changxi and Zhou Lan came over, the husband didn't look down on these two big disciples.

Jiang Changxi smiled and came over to make fun of him: "Sir, do you think the thieves in Baoding Mansion don't have much vision?"

The husband laughed angrily: "You understand, right?" He was no longer angry.

Jiang Changxi nodded: "Sir, my disciples also know why this thief's vision is limited."

Mr. Jean said that it was a group of people who didn't know how to inlay gold and jade, and couldn't tell the good from the bad: "Does this thief still have a preference?"

Jiang Changxi shook his head: "That's not true, the main reason is that the thieves have limited skills."

The husband heard that he was interested, but he still had technical problems: "Why not?"

Jiang Changxi: "There is a servant watching at the gate of our house. Even if he likes it, he can't steal it."

Spreading his hands, that look made Mr. laugh.Pat on the forehead: "That's right, this thief is not good at technology."

Zhou Lan has already set up the chessboard, and it's strange that those who admire her daughter-in-law's mouth, there is no one she wants to coax, and she can't coax well.

Being supported by two disciples, Mr. was in a good mood. Seeing that the female disciple even wanted to play the piano for fun, he was even more happy.

In this new year, it finally feels a little elegant.If you are satisfied, you will also pull your beard.

Jiang Changxi wanted to say that the husband's beard is the hardest hit area for emotions, and he will pull it off sooner or later.

The gentleman looked at the behavior of the female disciples, and thought that he was right, his female disciples came from a big family anyway, and they had to be proficient in piano, chess, calligraphy and painting.

Then the husband played chess with Zhou Lan, and Jiang Changxi brewed his emotions for a while, and then began to pluck the strings.

The gentleman held the chess piece, looked at the chess game in good shape, and his face became tangled.

Zhou Lanxin said, I don't have this ability in chess, does it make my husband think about playing chess?Has your chess skill improved a lot recently?
The gentleman took a deep breath, the chess pieces were all in the palm of his hand, so he shouldn't have any expectations of the female disciple. He had reluctantly played with the male disciple's chess skills, and in the end, the sound of the piano was worthy of the male disciple's. Chess.

It's not that the playing is not good, it's just that the vision of the husband is a bit high.Can't get into the realm.

It's a big Chinese New Year, isn't this a crime?So if you accept a disciple, you have to teach, and you can't let her develop casually, otherwise it will be him, the master, who will suffer.

The gentleman sighed, put down the chess pieces, and said to Jiang Changxi, "You, you come here."

Jiang Changxi: "Sir, I just gave birth to my hand, let me practice for a while, and I will find the feeling."

The gentleman said gently: "He who celebrates Chinese New Year, come and play chess with him."

Then the husband sat in front of the plum vase, burned incense and played the piano.

Well, Jiang Changxi and Zhou Lan were immediately conquered by the sound of the piano.

Jiang Changxi: "No wonder it's Mr., probably there is no Mr. who can't."

Zhou Lan: "It's really good. It's just that you and I are not good at chess, and I don't deserve the sound of the piano."

Jiang Changxi nodded. It would be great if there was a tape recorder. After recording it, you can play it back and forth whenever you want.

If you want to listen to it in the future, sir, it is not so easy to ask.

Jiang Changxi: "If I knew that Mr. has such a skill, I'm afraid I wouldn't be able to learn it."

Zhou Lan pursed her lips and suppressed a smile: "I'm afraid I won't be able to learn it."

The main reason is that the goals of the two of them are too clear, and I'm afraid they don't have the time to spend on it.After speaking, the two looked at each other and smiled.

The master disliked looking at the two disciples over there, and continued to immerse himself in the sound of the piano, so that he could be intoxicated for a while, so as not to embarrass his ears.

Zhou Lan was okay, she was intoxicated when she listened to it, Jiang Changxi just immersed herself for a while, and was lulled to sleep by the booming sound of the piano.

The rhythm of this music is really too slow, I really don't blame her for only enjoying it for a while.

The master looked at the female disciple lying on the chessboard, his expression was really unreadable.

It was Zhou Lan who woke Jiang Changxi up, you are too disrespectful to Mr.

Jiang Changxi looked up and saw her husband's face like a resentful woman, thinking that this is not the case for the New Year's Eve.

Wipe the drool, and then wipe the chessboard that Mr. cherishes.

Turning his head to look at the gentleman as if nothing had happened, with a sincere expression on his face: "Sir, you play it really well, just like the lullaby my mother used to coax my disciples when I was a child, and let the disciples immerse themselves in it. I can't extricate myself."

Mr. comforted himself, at least he could talk.Sleeping in the dark, isn't it impossible to extricate yourself?Isn't it immersed in it?

With a cold snort, he thought about lullabies, what the hell is that? Mrs. Jiang San's piano skills are also like this.

Jiang Changxi: "Sir, your piano art must have been taught by a famous teacher since you were a child, so that you can be so superb. It is a pity that the disciple was late in learning from the teacher, wasted the best years, and failed to lay a more solid foundation with the sir, so that If you miss this best opportunity to learn piano, you will probably miss this kind of piano art in this life."

After talking about that regretful expression, it was really like losing a hundred taels of gold.

Mr. nodded, you really will never have such a piano skill in your life, and it is indeed a delay.

(End of this chapter)