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Seeing Duan Mingyu's calm face, Wan Yanyan said awkwardly: "Actually, there's nothing funny about it."

Duan Mingyu nodded in disbelief: "This number one scholar finally understands why you women laugh so low."

"What?"

Duan Mingyu said: "Speaking of it, it's the persecution of women compatriots by the feudal system. You learn three obediences and four virtues all day long, female red embroiders, and keep your playful hearts tightly closed, let alone between husband and wife. You pay attention to how to treat each other like a guest. , Hey, these are good things in the first place, but there must be a limit to everything, excessive oppression is tantamount to murder!"

Wan Yanyan was dizzy from Duan Mingyu's words, and it took a long time before she said: "It seems, it seems, probably, it should be like this?"

"Hey, Duan Mingyu, you big villain, why haven't I seen you for several days, where did you go to play, and you didn't call me!" Yang Zhaoniang shouted at Duan Mingyu from a long way from the door.

Wan Yanyan covered her mouth and smiled: "Hey, sister Zhaoniang, you are much more naughty than when I was younger."

Yang Zhaoniang said in disbelief: "What is naughty? Brother Mingyu said it, it's lively and cute, and it's hard to be born beautiful..." Yang Zhaoniang was short-circuited again, stuttering, looking like she was thinking hard, and hurriedly told Duan Mingyu winked.

"Ahem, it's hard to give up on yourself, Zhao Niang, it's hard to give up on yourself." Duan Mingyu hastily reminded in a low voice.Hey, it's really hard for her to memorize a few lines of poetry for this brat who thinks about how to hurt people all day long.

Yang Zhaoniang got the reminder, and immediately said in a high-spirited way: "Well, it's hard to give up on a natural beauty!"

Duan Mingyu looked at Yang Zhaoniang speechlessly.

It is said that Duan Mingyu never stopped once he returned to the shop in the city.

Yang Yanguang was going back to Beijing in two days, so when he saw Duan Mingyu coming back, he immediately pulled him into the room for retreat, leaving Wan Yanyan and Yang Zhaoniang with aggrieved faces.

Yang Zhaoniang and Wan Yanyan reluctantly went to the backyard.

Duan Mingyu wanted to cry but couldn't cry, now that he came back, he was exhausted, alas, it's such a trouble to be a handsome man, even if he was lying down, he would be shot.

Yang Yanguang handed the long sword to Duan Mingyu, and Duan Mingyu began to practice his talented swordsmanship jerky...

"No, no, the speed is too slow!"

"The thrust of this sword should be stronger."

"Well, these two styles should pay attention to the flow of clouds and flowing water, and they should be done in one go, so do it all over again!"

"..."

Duan Mingyu practiced all morning, and finally escaped and ascended to heaven under Yang Yanguang's satisfied expression.

However, another big bad thing happened to him right after.

Wan Yanyan asked him to write, but Duan Mingyu went out of the practice room with a weeping face, and then walked into the study.

However, Duan Mingyu still pretended to be thirsty for knowledge.

Because you must maintain your elegant demeanor in front of ladies. If you don't pay attention to your image, the consequences will be quite serious.

Duan Mingyu thought of a classmate of hers in college, alas, this guy has excellent academic performance, but he doesn't pay much attention to his image among women in his daily life, so he has never found a home.

Duan Mingyu saw how pitiful he was, so she introduced him to someone. When they met for the first time, they just ate and talked with each other.But this guy didn't live up to his expectations and farted during the meal.In order to let the woman have a good impression of him, Duan Mingyu hurriedly said: "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I couldn't hold it back for a while." Did you let it go? Hahaha, I let it go!" Duan Mingyu is a man who hates iron but not steel, well, you deserve to be single for the rest of your life.

Therefore, for the sake of image, for lifelong happiness, and for the old Duan family to be able to flourish, Duan Mingyu has the conditions, and if there are no conditions, he can also create the conditions.

In the study, Wan Yanyan taught Duan Mingyu how to write with a calligraphy brush.

An extremely irresponsible fragrance of a virgin penetrated into Duan Mingyu's nose, and Duan Mingyu couldn't help feeling distracted.Feeling the two plump and soft balls, it was so cool, and I was so good at calligraphy, I threw them all to the country of Java.

This is called a crime, so many beautiful teachers will always have some students with poor academic performance, and they have tried their best to get no results. Can you wonder why human beings are not androgynous?

Wan Yanyan was also really uncomfortable. What kind of calligraphy practice is this? It's purely learning calligraphy.

Wan Yanyan held Duan Mingyu's hand, and wrote stroke by stroke, with great effort, before long, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead.Looking at Duan Mingyu again, his mind is already far away.

Wan Yanyan scolded in embarrassment: "My lord, please don't be distracted while writing!"

"Oh! Got it." Duan Mingyu wiped the drool from his mouth, and tightly held Wan Yanyan's little hand: "What did you just say?"

Wan Yanyan: "Oh, you are an enemy!"

Seeing Wan Yanyan's weak and weak appearance, Duan Mingyu couldn't help agitating, hugged Wan Yanyan, and couldn't help saying boldly: "Yanyan, let's enter the bridal chamber!"

"what!"

Wan Yanyan's head was a little dazed, and she struggled symbolically a few times: "No, it's daytime."

Duan Mingyu is also a first-time brother, so he let go of his hand: "Okay then, let's enter the bridal chamber at night!"

Wan Yanyan felt a sense of loss in her heart, and gave a soft "hmm".

Duan Mingyu laughed loudly: "Yanyan, you agreed?"

"Who said I agreed!"

"Then you just don't agree?"

"Who said I didn't agree."

"Then do you agree?"

"Guess whether I agree or not."

Wan Yanyan's childlike innocence suddenly grew, and she even playfully played word games with Duan Mingyu.

Duan Mingyu gritted her teeth, feeling that every time she punched out, she really hit the cotton, she couldn't help feeling itchy and uncomfortable, and her mood was quite depressed.

Wan Yanyan sat on Duan Mingyu's lap: "Okay, it depends on your performance, if you can write twenty copybooks in one afternoon, I'll come over tonight, oh, come and bring you chicken soup!"

Duan Mingyu said: "No, ten articles will do!"

Wan Yanyan jumped up: "No way!"

Duan Mingyu said unyieldingly: "Twelve chapters!"

Wan Yanyan snorted: "Eighteen articles, if one article is missing, it won't work."

Duan Mingyu said with a bitter face: "Fourteen articles, I really can't write more!"

Wan Yanyan said: "Sixteen articles, this is the lowest price for jumping off a building."

Duan Mingyu gritted her teeth, and then said wretchedly: "Fifteen articles, or you will kill me!"

"Okay, deal!" Wan Yanyan slapped the desk, looking as if she had succeeded.

Duan Mingyu slapped Wan Yanyan's buttocks with a slap: "Okay, you dare to trick me, you are so brave!"

Wan Yanyan fled in pain: "Hey, I'll see you again tonight, practice your calligraphy well, my official!"

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