Chapter 281 Melon-eating trio

Although his sight was only moved away for a moment, he still saw it clearly.

**** it.

Sang Qi regretted that he was frightened by a child's eyes for a moment, and was extremely annoyed in his heart.

Ye Qianning glanced past him and landed on Sang Zhi who was walking up to him, and suddenly smiled like a flower, a blessing in a pot, the more she looked at it, the more pleasing she was.

"I haven't seen you all night, my temper is so high that it's not bad."

Sang Zhi knew what she said, although he was a little happy in his heart, he didn't show much on his small face, and sat in his seat.

"Why didn't you come to class this morning." He asked.

"cloudy day."

"What does cloudy days have to do with homework?"

"I think it's a holiday when it's cloudy." Ye Qianning has a bad problem. She doesn't want to work when it's cloudy and rainy.

Sang Zhi frowned, not quite understanding.

"I think so too." Qian Zhuye understood very well.

Today he almost didn't get up because of the cloudy weather.

Ye Qianning nodded: "You still understand me."

Sang Zhi frowned even deeper, Qian Zhuye understood, but he didn't.

"Why is it a cloudy day for a holiday?"

"I don't want to move on a cloudy day."

"Why?"

"It's just... In short... I can't understand a good student like you." Ye Qianning really can't explain his personal feelings.

"The Eighth Prince is different from us."

"Yes, we are not that curvy, we only want to show off."

Sang Zhi frowned so much that he could kill a fly: "What do you mean?"

"Pfft." Seeing his seriousness, Ye Qianning wanted to laugh.

Qian Zhuye lay on the table and sighed, the eighth prince is really... hey, I can't explain it.

Ye Qianning saw that he was still obsessed with his small face, so he stopped smiling and asked, "What is your favorite?"

"read."

"You're looking at me and Qian Zhuye again, when have you ever seen us study seriously?" Ye Qianning pointed at Qian Zhuye, who was lying in a puddle of mud.

Sang Zhi saw that both of them were lying on the table like boneless.

If someone had asked him before, he would have reprimanded him unceremoniously.

But at this point he was silent.

In comparison, Qian Zhuye is more similar to Ye Qianning, so he understands everything she says.

I don't know why he felt a little unhappy.

"What you think about in your head is reading, and what we think about in our heads is eating, drinking, having fun and not doing homework, so it is naturally different." Volume, too volume, a typical day without reading is exhausting.

Sang Zhi lowered his eyes, as if he was thinking seriously.

"In addition to these, I also want to learn big swords from your father." Qian Zhuye suddenly felt relieved when he mentioned the big sword: "Did you tell your father about me?"

"No."

"Why?"

"If you want to learn, you should find a master yourself. Your uncle is so black-hearted, we dare not provoke him."

There is only one seedling, and it is a baby.

Follow Dad, if something bad happens to him, their family can't bear the responsibility.

"My uncle is my uncle, I am me, I will go to your house to play next time I sleep." Qian Zhuye really wanted to see Xiang Minghou's sword.

"Don't, I don't necessarily go home soon."

"how?"

"There is something going on at home now, and it will take a few days before we go back." Ye Qianning didn't want to get involved with his father and the Zhan family, and secondly, Aunt Liu and all the aunts at home.

Since Liu knew that there was no genealogy, she seemed to have left Xiang's family sadly. Her father bought her a property and a house. Even if she found another husband with money, the two of them would be enough for a lifetime.

Qian Zhuye thought about what happened to Xiang's family recently, and shut his mouth wisely.

Sang Qi turned his head and stared. If it wasn't for Mr. Song, he would definitely not be able to spare the dead fat man.

The master walked in, and the students sat down one after another.

Sang Zhi also immediately straightened his body and looked forward.

Ye Qianning continued to get down on the ground. She didn't sleep all night yesterday, so she was able to take a short rest while in class.

She lay on her stomach so that she didn't fall asleep like in the past, she was more energetic today, she turned to look at Sang Zhi.

The master was talking about classics on it. When asking, Sangzhi raised his hand, and then the master clicked on Sangqi to answer.

Ye Qianning's eyes drifted away, and Sang Qi answered clearly while holding the book, eight years old is not much shorter than twelve or thirteen-year-old children.

"Okay, it is indeed a rare talent for the prince to have such insights at such a young age. Sit down." Master Zhang praised.

Sang Qi sat down.

Ye Qianning's eyes fell on the old man's face again. He was as stern as ever, and he was not unhappy at being robbed of the answer.

The master talked on it for a while, and continued to ask questions. Sang Zhi raised his hand, and the master called Sang Qi again.

Sang Qi listened carefully and had real talents and knowledge. He answered very well no matter what the questions were.

In one class, going back and forth three or four times, Sang Qi seemed to be in a confrontation with Sang Zhi, trying to overwhelm him in everything.

Until the end of get out of class, the master left homework for the evening today. Some of the students went back to study in the room, and some stayed in the classroom to study.

"Aren't you going?" Ye Qianning stood up.

Sang Zhi didn't move: "I'll stay in the school to study."

Ye Qianning also sat down.

Sang Zhi looked up.

"I'll be with you." Ye Qianning smiled with a small face up.

Sang Zhi paused and nodded, feeling warm in his heart.

"Are you all staying in school to do your evening homework?" Qian Zhuye stood in front of their desk.

"He did, I will continue to sleep."

"Let's go together." Qian Zhuye pulled a bench, sat at their table, and picked up the brush with some distress: "Eighth Prince... can you let me take a look at your writing? I'm not very good at it."

"Sang Zhi, don't copy it for him, who told him to talk to me secretly in class." Ye Qianning pouted, as if copying her own.

"..."

Qian Zhuye pouted, picked up a pen and thought hard.

Sang Zhi has already started to write.

Ye Qianning saw that most of the students in the school stayed in the school. If they were not really conscious on weekdays, Sang Qi also left, and he never heard of the brush in his hand.

"Look." She took a picture of Qian Zhuye.

Qian Zhuye turned his head to look, although they could only see the back of Sang Qi's head, but the brush was writing non-stop.

"Is the prince really so talented?" He was curious.

Ye Qianning looked at it and shook his head: "Curly, too curly."

As soon as Sang Qi came, the papers were instantly embarrassing for middle-level students. He worked too hard, and the old-fashioned papers were exhausted.

"Volume?" Qian Zhuye was puzzled.

"Just pretending."

Ye Qianning took out a piece of pastry from his sleeve and ate it.

"I also think it's quite put on. Isn't the master just asking questions, so why are you so pretentious?" Qian Zhuye looked back at her and started eating, and stretched out her hand.

Ye Qianning also gave a piece, nodded and said: "Look at him, the writing brush is dangling like a Yangko dance, can the calligraphy look good?"

"It can't be worse than your handwriting."

"That's not sure, my handwriting is already very good-looking." Ye Qianning turned around after eating: "Don't you think you are old-fashioned?"

"En." Sang Zhi nodded.

Ye Qianning smiled and narrowed his eyes when he got the affirmation, and brought the pastry to his mouth with his little hand.

Sang Zhi hesitated.

"It's delicious." Ye Qianning smiled.

(end of this chapter)