Song Hailan was a self-taught person, and after Bai Yudie let go of him, he retreated to a distance of two meters.
Sure enough, I heard Song Li's voice again, "Two meters is a safe distance between people of the opposite sex. Brother is very good at it." 】
[Wait a minute... Why do I feel like my brother is teasing Bai Yudie? 】
【Too attentive! The more I look at it, the more they look like each other. 】
[Tsk, tsk, I didn’t expect that my brother, a stupid young man, would also have enlightenment. 】
[Go back and ask him why he gained so much weight. 】
Song Hailan: "..."
Isn’t my sister very smart? I just saw it.
In contrast, Song Yihuan knew Song Hailan better and could see his little thoughts as early as when he wiped his mouth.
In order to make things smoother for her brother, Song Yihuan took Bai Yudie to chat.
"Sister Yudie, I recently learned a piece of art of war, which is very obscure and difficult to understand. I wonder if my sister is interested in discussing it together?"
Through Song Li's prompts, she automatically skipped the gadgets that money could buy.
As soon as Bai Yudie heard about the art of war, she became interested.
The book of war is a once-in-a-lifetime experience. Those who get it want to memorize it and burn it immediately, so that the book of war is only in their own stomachs. Song Yihuan can share it, which shows that he is very generous.
"Sister Yihuan is so generous, so I would be disrespectful."
Song Yihuan smiled, "I just want to trouble my sister to take care of Mei'er for me. She is new here and doesn't understand many things. If my sister can give me some advice, she can avoid many detours."
Bai Yudie glanced at Song Mei, always staring with a pair of big innocent eyes when looking at people.
When he's not looking at people, his eyes wander around.
Xiaojiazi was very angry.
She really doesn't like it.
Sometimes I even hope that she will be embarrassed.
But for the sake of the military book, she still nodded and agreed.
As for how much you can help, it depends on the value of the military book.
Song Mei was very satisfied with Song Yihuan's performance and spent a lot of money to make her feel better in the palace. However, after Song Yihuan reminded her, she also got inspiration. Aren't "Sun Tzu's Art of War" and "Thirty-Six Strategies" ready-made art of war?
If she could write down these two books silently and then reveal them bit by bit to the third prince, then her position as princess should be guaranteed.
But it is a pity that she only remembers a few strategies in "Thirty-Six Strategies" and only one or two sentences in "Sun Tzu's Art of War".
Alas, when the book is used, it will be regretted.
It seems that I can only give my sister's military strategy to the third prince.
She hugged Song Yihuan's arm like a baby, "Sister is so kind to me! I also want to learn the art of war with my sister."
Song Li sneered in his heart.
[Looking at her regretful look, I knew she didn’t know Sun Tzu’s Art of War, so she came up with the idea of her sister’s Art of War. 】
[The knowledge reserve is small, even if you travel through time, you will still be indifferent. 】
[It has to be me, who knows "Sun Tzu's Art of War" by heart. 】
She didn't take many professional courses in college, and she mainly studied these. "Subduing the enemy's troops without fighting is a good thing," has also become her code of conduct.
Song Yihuan lowered her eyes, lightly tapped Song Mei's forehead, and said dotingly: "Okay, but sister promised to sister Yudie, so she will read it first, and then she will teach you after she has finished watching sister."
"Okay!" Song Mei nodded obediently.
Bai Yudie narrowed her eyes. She just hated Song Mei's picky behavior. She didn't suffer at all, and even wanted a piece of the pie.
Oh, it might take a few years for her to finish reading it.
I hope Song Mei can wait.
Seeing the sun setting in the west, the sky is getting dark.
Several people walked back.
Song Yihuan sent someone to her room to get the military book and handed it to Bai Yudie herself.
Bai Jadedie only glanced at the title of the book, immediately put it in her sleeves, and hurriedly left, with an extremely solemn expression.
Song Mei couldn't help but wonder, what kind of military book was it? If it were given to the third prince, it would be very important, right?
When he turned around, he saw that only Song Haiming was left.
"Cousin, where are they?"
Song Haiming chuckled, "They all left because they were in a hurry to urinate."
"Oh," Song Mei was speechless. As expected, the Song family all had kidney problems.
"My cousin is fine, so I'll take the first step."
"What is my cousin going to do?"
"Urgent urination."
Song Mei: "..."
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When Song Li returned to his room, he immediately laid out his pen, ink, paper and inkstone.
The writing is fluent and wild, completely different from the roughness when practicing calligraphy.
Not long after, a copy of "Sun Tzu's Art of War" was completed.
When the ink was dry, she dug some loess from the yard, mixed it into mud, and spread it evenly on every page.
She used high-quality pine ink, which does not melt when exposed to water after drying. This resulted in yellowed paper and clear ink marks.
By the time a book is completely aged, it will already be at the zenith of the moon.
Song Li stretched himself, put the book in a secret place, and then went to rest.
On the other side, Song Mei was also thinking hard about thirty-six strategies in the room. Every time she thought of one, she wrote it down on paper. She also had to adapt the stories inside into the stories of this world. This was a big project. Song Mei read through a lot of classics. Just barely found two.
In the second half of the night, she couldn't stand it anymore and fell asleep.
Early the next morning, Song Mei went to school with two swollen eyes. When she went out, she saw a beautiful man in Tsing Yi standing on the opposite side of the road.
Song Mei's hair stood up instantly!
The man's appearance was so beautiful that Song Mei almost thought she had seen a ghost.
She rubbed her eyes vigorously before confirming that she had seen it correctly, that it was a person.
The man looked melancholy and walked around as if he was waiting for someone.
Song Mei was in a hurry to go to school and didn't intend to meddle in other people's business.
But at this moment, the familiar emerald green butterfly flew over, hovered around the man for a while and then landed on the tip of his nose.
The butterfly wings flapped, and the man looked up and squinted his eyes. The morning sun shone on his face, and his face shone like jade.
Song Mei couldn't help but hold her breath, she felt that the man was extremely beautiful, like a mountain ghost and elf, unlike anything in the world.
The butterfly kissed the tip of the man's nose gently. The man seemed to be afraid of startling the butterfly and stood there motionless.
Song Mei only wished that she didn't have a camera and couldn't take a picture of this beautiful scene. If she could take a picture, she would definitely use it as a screensaver!
After a while, the butterfly slowly flew away, and the man also breathed a sigh of relief. Perhaps he noticed that Song Mei was looking at her, so he turned his head and smiled at Song Mei.
Song Mei's heart suddenly beat a few beats faster.
This man's appearance is so superior, and the spiritual butterfly is still on his body, which shows that he has some luck and is definitely not an ordinary person.
Song Mei walked over to greet him.
"Sir, I see you wandering around in front of my house. Is there something wrong?"
Dong Baokun blinked, "Is this the lady's house?"
Song Mei nodded, "Yes, this is my home. If you want to find my family, I can convey it to you on your behalf."
Dong Baokun chuckled. He had already seen the surprise in this girl's eyes, so naturally he would not admit that he was waiting for another girl.
"I'm not looking for anyone, I'm just waiting here for a brother. We made an appointment to meet here, but it's been a long time since we agreed and he hasn't come yet, so I'm a little anxious."
Song Mei frowned, "That friend of yours is too unpunctual."
Dong Baokun smiled calmly, "It doesn't matter, I have nothing to do, just wait a little longer."
Song Mei only thought that he was gentle and polite, and his tutor was extraordinary.
She knew it was time for her to leave, but she was afraid that if she left, it would be difficult to see him again. She felt empty in her heart, as if she would lose a great opportunity, so she asked Mochizuki to take down the cakes from the car.
"Sir, people's hearts tend to get cold, but pastries are still warm. Eat some to warm yourself up."
Dong Baokun looked deeply moved and looked at Song Mei intently for a while.
He had a pair of eyes that were as affectionate as looking at a dog. Song Mei felt her heart burning when he stared at her.
Finally she couldn't bear it anymore and was defeated first, "Young master... take it."
Dong Baokun suddenly came to his senses, "I'm sorry, I... It's just that no one has ever cared about me so much. I lost my sense of proportion for a moment. I hope you won't blame me."
Song Mei was shocked.
Absolutely beautiful, lacking love!
Isn't this the standard configuration of the United States?
