Kill That Man

She was too lazy to lie and come down to her face. None of these mortals dared to ask her name in person.

Back in the backyard, the lay lady greeted her and asked, "What happened? Why did you suddenly get rid of Yong-man? Both daughters are crying to me! ”

Mr Shaw, helplessly, said the matter, and his wife was anxious to say, “Is there any danger to the lady? Shall we call the police? ”

Shaw sighed and said, “I don't know what the crown is called, who it is, where it went, I don't even know what she looks like, how do I report it? ”

The lady closed her tongue and said, "What should we do? ”

Xiao Cao's troubled remarks: “Do nothing, but wish Mama luck. ”

Young-man woke up from a coma and remembered that she had been abducted. She rose up in panic.

She found herself in an extremely elegant wooden yard. Most of the indoor furnishings she couldn't understand, only extremely elegant and worth thousands of gold.

She pushed the door out carefully and saw a small courtyard full of green bamboo outside.

The woman who took her crown was sitting in a recliner in the courtyard with a strange black girl beside her.

Young lady freaked out and tried to hide back in the house.

Yu Qingyao smiled: “Are you awake? Come on, sit down, let's talk. ”

Young-man thought it was useless to hide in the house. She bit her teeth and walked to Yu Qingyao's side. She quivered: "What do you want to do with me? ”

Yu Qingyao smiled, referring to Wuzhen. “Please be a gentleman, your student is her. ”

Young-man followed her fingers and looked at U-jin.

Wu Zhensheng nodded to her uncomfortably.

The coyote is rich, hiding underground, laughing and rolling. Actually, he's a little jealous!

Yu Qingyao to the groundwolf and to Uzhen, that treatment is really much worse.

Looking at Uzhen in confusion, she asked: “Can she read? What books have you read? ”

Yu Qingyao laughed: “She is illiterate and has never studied. That's why you are invited to be a gentleman. You teach her to write and write poems. ”

The lady felt strange, but she couldn't think of anything wrong at the moment.

She looked at Yu Qingyao and Wuzhen and looked like a master servant, not like a normal master servant. This is mainly about Uzhen sitting or not sitting, standing or not standing, it's just too irregular.

Yu Qingyao, under the roof of the courtyard, set up a table and a master's chair, smiled and said: “Sir, you can start teaching. ”

"I don't have anything. I don't have any books or ink. How can I teach you that?" ”

Yu Qingyao laughed: “Your luggage is in the left compartment, you can pick it up. ”

Young-man can't help it. Go to the left compartment and see if her luggage is really there. She had to take something and come out and teach Uzhen.

Because Uzhen doesn't know anything, naturally it starts with literacy.

Wuzhen, painfully pinching the book, began to learn to read, and read aloud with the young lady: “Heaven and earth, famine, the universe, Xuanhuang..."

Wuzhen's painful appearance, she looks confused, it's fun.

Yu Qingyao smiled darkly from time to time.

Wu Zhen studied for an hour and barely learned to write the first eight words, one like a bird's claw.

Looks like she has a headache. I think this is harder than teaching five- and six-year-olds, mainly because Wu Zhen is reluctant to learn, his heart resists, and he is not serious about learning.

Yu Qingyao looked funny, made tea, and invited Yong Ma to drink it. Um, class breaks are also guaranteed.

When Uzhen was pardoned, he hurriedly threw the book away and turned back into a crow and flew out.

Yu Qingyao was so angry and funny, he drank: “Don't run away. I'll be back after a pillar of incense. ”

“Oh!” Wu Zhen answered, winging away.

Madam looked stunned and the teacup fell off. Had it not been for Yu Qingyao's quick eyes, the good white jade cup would have been destroyed.

“She, she, she, yes, yes..."

“Well, she's my demon pet, thank you!” Yu Qingyao chuckled.

Mama is speechless.

She finally understood why her gift was so expensive. I didn't teach myself to be a child, I taught myself to be a monster. This is teaching with your life!

“Don't be afraid, she won't hurt you without my orders.” Yu Qingyao consoled.

The lady set her mind and nodded with a bitter smile.

At this point, she had no choice but to trust Yu Qingyao.

Yu Qingyao encouraged: “I am a respected teacher. If you don't look at her as a monster, you dare not discipline her. If you should hit her, you should scold her. If you should scold her, I will support you. ”

You look sweaty.

Looking at Yu Qingyao's face, she smiled. “I've been here so long, I don't know what the East family calls me. That's rude. ”

Yu Qingyao didn't hide it from her at this time. “My name is Yu, just call me Yu Taoist. Your student's name is Jane. ”

Young-man hummed, silently remembered.

Yu Qingyao turned his voice and said: “I heard that Rongyan is good at poetry. I am very interested in writing poems, but I don't. How can I write a poem? ”

Young-man spoke of the fame of writing poetry and said: “In fact, there is nothing special about poetry. It is easy to write poetry when you are familiar with it, starting with the dialect. ”

“Oh? What's the right thing to say? ”

"The simplest thing to do is start with a word, such as wind to rain, sun to moon, when you become proficient, and add a word, such as spring wind to autumn rain, and sun to moon. Add it up slowly, from words to short sentences, and then from short to long sentences. It's easy to learn the laws of poetry after a sentence, and write them according to the laws of poetry. ”

“Is that it?” Yu Qingyao asked curiously.

Young-man smiled. “Of course not. It's just the basics. After a while, you will have to read more of the poems of the predecessors, refine them, imitate the poems of the predecessors, and then learn to write your own poems. Poetry seems simple, but I don't know how much talent it takes. It's easy to write a poem, and if you want to write it well, it's hard to go to heaven. ”

Yu Qingyao quite agrees with this statement. She has read many ancient poems in her previous life. Ancient poetry writers are many, but they write well, and they can pass on thousands of ancient poets, just a few. Not every famous poet, not every poem, is famous for thousands of years, and often just a few are well known.

As soon as she passed on her eyeballs, she was going to give Uzhen more education, and she said, "Here's the deal! I'm tired of her slowly learning. You teach her to read and then you teach her to say yes. ”

Young-man hesitated to say, "Isn't that a good idea? ”

“There's nothing wrong with that. She's a monster. She's smart! Learn fast.” Yu Qingyao resolutely ignored.

Maiden had never seen a monster before. She believed it was true. When Uzhen returned, she really began to teach her to talk.

Wuzhen was bitter and unable to speak. He learned to speak with bitterness.

Yu Qingyao sat down and listened, secretly studying. She doesn't want people to know she can't write poetry.

Since then, Young-man has been hiding here with Master Yu Qingyao.

After a few days, the lady was relieved, but a little sad. She looked around quietly, full of bamboo, and there was no road.