After the male protagonist escapes from death, he turns around to the Shura Field

Chapter 15 What she shouted in her dream was, Jiang Yao?
After saying that, regardless of what Zhu Fuli wanted to say, Tang Wanyin let Wanyou push her away. She was already annoyed at school, but now she was even more annoyed.

"That's it, Mr. Song is here again."

Xiao Xueer lowered her voice and said something. Song Yanqing glanced at Tang Wanyin at the door and turned around and walked in.

There were so many things in that look, so much that Tang Wanyin couldn't even see through it.

Song Yanqing held the book in his hand and recalled an hour ago, when he was at the Taifu Mansion.

Taifu Cai is not only his mentor, but also the mentor of His Majesty today, so he and Your Majesty can be regarded as brothers in the same discipline.

Now Taifu Cai is old and can no longer continue to serve, but His Majesty still gave him the status of Taifu so that he can enjoy his old age.

Therefore, on seven days every month, Taifu Cai would come to the Academy to teach the royal family and nobles. In fact, what he wanted to teach more was His Majesty's children.

His greatest achievements in teaching and educating people throughout his life were his two students, His Majesty and Song Yanqing. However, he was older and always wanted to see their descendants and enlighten their children.

It's a pity that each one is less fond of beauties than the last. There are so many beauties in His Majesty's harem, but they are unwilling to take a step inside. Song Yanqing is also unwilling to get married at this age.

When Song Yanqing went there, Taifu Cai was nagging about these old events. He was just saying that he and his majesty were more troubled than each other.

He stepped forward to support his teacher and asked him to sit down.

"You don't go to the Three Treasures Palace for anything. Tell me, why are you here looking for me so early?"

Taifu Cai buttoned his clothes and listened to him say: "Teacher, can students take over the class at Xuezhiguan this month?"

He thought about it all night, and there was only Tang Wanyin in his mind. He was so angry that he tossed and turned and couldn't sleep. When he woke up, he came to Taifu's house.

She kept him awake, but she lived a carefree life. She broke her leg and had to go drinking with Jiang Yao. How could he let her live so carelessly.

Thinking of the headache she had when she was in school, I wished she could copy "The Analects of Confucius" ten times.

But he forgot that that day he swore that he would never care about her again.

Taifu Cai glanced at Song Yanqing with some surprise and said, "Have you settled your affairs in Chaocheng? Now that the former dynasty has heavy affairs, you have to be busy, so there is no need for you to take my place."

He thought Song Yanqing was worried about his health, so he offered to teach for him, but he didn't know that he was just a drunkard and had no intention of drinking.

"If the students can cope with it, the teacher will rest at home for a while. The students will come and teach you this month."

Seeing Song Yanqing's insistence, Taifu Cai couldn't shirk it. Having this famous Song Xianggong teaching in Linjing would save him a year in the officialdom.

"Forget it, let's go with you."

Taifu Cai waved his hands and stopped talking. Someone was willing to teach for him. What else did he feel dissatisfied about?

In this way, Song Yanqing obtained the status of a teacher at Xuezhiguan for a period of one month, and his purpose was to make Tang Wanyin's life difficult so that his tossing and turning night would not look so ridiculous.

Tang Wanyin hadn't realized yet that he was here for her. When she entered the school, Song Yanqing had not yet come in. Just as she took out her little pillow and prepared to sleep until the end of class, the light and shadow in front of her were suddenly interrupted by someone. Block.

She raised her head and met Song Yanqing's gaze, which was a bit "kind".

"Come and help me carry Miss Tang's wheelchair to the front. I think I can't hear clearly here, so I feel sleepy."

The man smiled, but the smile never reached his eyes, which made Tang Wanyin's heart skip a beat.

"I won't bother Mr. Song."

She held on to the bill in front of her and refused to let go. The force was so strong that no one else could pull her away, let alone lift the wheelchair. "Since Your Majesty has allowed Miss Tang to enter this school, if you can't teach you well, it's the fault of the masters of the school. By then, I can't bear to cause the masters to be held accountable."

"Since I have become your master, I will definitely teach you well."

Song Yanqing bent down slightly, looked into her eyes and said slowly in a low voice: "What are you afraid of? I am also your former teacher, right?"

With two snaps, he hit her two hands with the ruler in his hand. Tang Wanyin was forced to let go, and was carried to the front, right under Song Yanqing's nose.

A narrow-minded man can remember one thing for so long.

She covered her hands and looked at the red marks on the back of her hands. The hand was so cruel that it hurt her to death.

Song Yanqing just glanced at her, then withdrew his gaze and finished the class.

This class was simply the most painful class Tang Wanyin had ever had. Whenever she yawned, she would get her hands tapped. She thought she had finally made it to the end of get out of class, but she was even detained in class.

He said that he had deserted from class and had to stay to make up classes.

Xiao Xueer looked at Tang Wanyin worriedly, but was scared away by Song Yanqing's look.

"That's it, just ask for your own blessings. I can't help you either."

Seeing that his little sister was also kicked out, Tang Wanyin was completely helpless. At this time, she and Song Yanqing were the only ones left in the school, staring at each other with big eyes.

"Tang Wanyin, how come you haven't changed at all after all these years?"

He sat opposite her, and his words were full of sarcasm. Tang Wanyin pursed her lower lip and said, "Sir, if it's because of what happened before, I apologize to you, but you don't have to target me like this."

After being struck by her, Song Yanqing frowned, tapped the table with her ruler and said, "What is Miss Tang talking about?"

"I kept you here because you didn't learn anything in class today. If you missed a day's homework, you would have to spend a lot of time catching up. It is my duty as a master to teach you well so that you don't have to go out and embarrass me. "

After saying so much, I'm still not explaining. I obviously can't let go, so I just pretend not to care.

However, Tang Wanyin did not expose it, and rather helplessly copied the text according to his wishes. He just copied it, and his head lowered lower and lower.

By the time Song Yanqing found out, she had already fallen asleep on the table.

The girl's face was stained with a lot of ink, and she looked a little funny, but she was very charming. Song Yanqing looked at the red marks on the back of her hand, and couldn't help but tighten the ruler in her hand.

The girl has been pampered since she was a child and has not suffered much, so she has fine skin and tender bones.

He knelt down and took out a bottle of Yushu ointment from his arms. It was originally a thrown away thing, but he picked it up again and now it comes in handy.

"Jiang Yao."

The cold plaster was smeared on the back of her hand, with a bit of coolness that made her frown in discomfort. Song Yanqing held her hand to prevent her from avoiding it, but when he got close to her, he heard her murmuring. One sentence.

In her sleep, she was calling Jiang Yao?
There was a bit of jealousy in the man's eyes, and he couldn't help but clench his hands. She didn't remember those words, but she kept Jiang Yao firmly in her heart.

After all, those who are not remembered will always be insignificant people, and those who are remembered are the people deep in her heart.

　Lao Song: What you called was Jiang Yao?
　　Jiang Yao: My sister dreamed of me.

　　Tang Wanyin: Is there something important in Jiang Yao's body?
　　
　
(End of this chapter)