Pretty Fox: Misunderstood His Royal Highness

Chapter 142 She Is My Woman 4
Ye Kexin said again: "Thank you, Your Highness Eighth."

Yuan Qingcheng muttered: "Could it be that your sixth brother is the only one in your eyes, and other people can't see it at all?"

Ye Kexin blushed, and couldn't help feeling a little ashamed.Yuan Qingluo didn't like to hear these words, so she gave Yuan Qingcheng a faint look: "Let's go, eighth brother, don't disturb their studies."

Yuan Qingcheng is reluctant to part.

When leaving, he turned his head and looked in Ye Qiqi's direction.Seeing Ye Qiqi sitting there, she also looked at him, and seeing him looking at her, she immediately made a mischievous look, wrinkled her nose at him, and stuck out her tongue out of nowhere, like a vampire , and gave him a hideous grimace.

Yuan Qingcheng grinned and laughed.

　Ye Qiqi stuck out her tongue and smiled brightly.

As soon as she glanced away, she saw Yuan Qingluo, who was beside Yuan Qingcheng, tilted her head slightly, and two eyes that seemed to be smiling but not smiling, swept across her face intentionally or unintentionally.

　Ye Qiqi gave him a big roll of his eyes, then suppressed his smile, turned his head away, looked at his nose and heart, and sat down respectfully——Yuan Qingluo is not very kind, he likes to overwhelm others, so it is better to be with him He keeps his distance as well.

　Yuan Qingcheng shook his head, smiled and said:
　"Ye Qiqi, this ghost girl, even if she becomes the third lady of the General's Mansion, she will still be as naughty as before."

　Yuan Qingluo glanced at him, raised his eyebrows lightly, and asked lightly:

　"Eighth brother, are you interested in her?"

　Yuan Qingcheng Road:
　"Yeah, she's so interesting, it's hard not to be interested in her."

　Yuan Qingluo smiled lightly.This smile is like a lake that has been frozen for thousands of years, full of coldness, like a sword, like ice, it makes people feel frightened and trembles without the cold.His voice is light and ethereal, like a gossamer, but full of threats, full of intimidating domineering and powerful:

　"She's my woman! No one should think of her!"

　Yuan Qingcheng was taken aback for a moment, but before he could react, Yuan Qingluo already walked away with his clothes lightly lifted.

　Behind, is everyone's voice:

　"... I am a concubine, let me read a book to you ladies... Chaste and quiet, dignified and honest, the virtue of a woman is also. Filial piety, kindness and submissiveness, the virtue is ready. The virtue of a husband is originally born and transformed into practice. , the bandits come from the outside, and the truth is from the body..."

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Ye Qiqi didn't like to read those books of the human race, it was boring and bored to death.Those poems, words, and articles made her dizzy and incomprehensible.

If you don't like it, you still have to read it.

Didn't the queen mother say, "Even if the Ye family's daughter is not very talented, she must at least be able to get out of the hall"-it seems that to be out of the hall, she must be able to read and write.

Ye Qiqi doesn't like reading, let alone writing.

　She won't even grab a pen.Hold it horizontally for a while, hold it vertically for a while, and hold it upright for a while. It is sweaty and hard to write, but the characters drawn by the soft hair are neither fish nor fowl.The dot is like a big ink blob, the vertical one is like a thin wooden stick, the horizontal one is bent into a snake, and the one stroked is like a big broom.

　Tang Miaomiao watched anxiously from the side:
　"Oh, miss, this leaf is not written like this, there is an extra horizontal line."

　He said again:
　"Miss, this seven is wrong. The horizontal line is not placed on the top, but in the middle. Miss, it should be written like this."

The same monster race, Tang Miaomiao, has read a lot of books on the human race, and she can write good human characters-she learned it from Mrs. Tang in Meilin Villa before.

Mrs. Tang was born in a scholarly family, and she was influenced by poetry and books since she was a child. She likes to read, write, and play the zither in her spare time.

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