As soon as Ding Song came in, he found someone standing next to An Qing.
What a handsome guy!
This kid looks like a dark horse prince, very powerful, much prettier and more handsome than me.
Moreover, this guy and An Qing were standing very close, and they seemed to be whispering something.
Ding Song was jealous, gritted his teeth, and whispered: "I actually met a fly..."
Although the voice was low, Yan Qi heard it clearly.
Paralyzed, why is Gao Ba Dou, isn't it the same as speaking out and becoming dirty?
You actually called me a fly?
Since you don't follow the rules, don't blame Brother Qi for being disgusting with you.
Yan Qi snatched the brush from An Qing's hand, leaned down to draw An Qing's eyebrows, and said gently: "Sister Qing'er, I'll draw your eyebrows every day, okay?"
An Qing pursed her lips and smiled, with light red lips, extremely leisurely.
At this moment, Ding Song was almost furious.
He held roses and invited a group of talented men and women to come here just to express his love to An Qing.
He thought that with his honorary status as the dean of Miaoyu Study, his unparalleled talents, and some romantic poems, he would be able to conquer An Qing and take her into his pocket, making her his forbidden love.
But unexpectedly, as soon as he came in, he saw this annoying fly thrushing An Qing's eyebrows.
Isn't this too kind?
Ding Song's face turned red and he walked towards Yan Qi aggressively, standing in front of Yan Qi with his head held high and his hands on his hips.
Yan Qi had seen him a long time ago, but turned a blind eye. She turned her butt towards Ding Song, lowered her head and blew hot air into An Qing's ear, whispering: "Sister Qing'er, does my painting look good?"
An Qing didn't expect that Yan Qi would actually put his face close to her face and blow into her ear. A warm breath flowed into her ear, stimulating An Qing's heart to flutter with ripples.
She took a look in the mirror and said emotionally: "Are you willing to draw my eyebrows every day?"
Yan Qi laughed loudly: "Of course! I am also willing to make Qing'er's bed and quilt."
Depend on!
Shameless!
Ding Song didn't expect this guy to be so shameless. He waved his hand and yelled: "Who are you? You actually..."
Before he finished speaking, Yan Qi suddenly turned around, grinned at him, and said, "Borrow me the light!"
Ding Song was stunned: "Borrowing light? What kind of light did you borrow?"
Suddenly, Yan Qi waved her hand and the rose was snatched away by Yan Qi.
Ding Song was stupid!
Yan Qi held the rose and pushed it into An Qing's arms, saying gently, "This is the rose I gave you. Do you like it?"
An Qing nodded happily: "I like it!"
day!
Ding Song was going crazy.
Are there any such shameless people in the world?
Ding Song pointed at Yan Qi and shouted, "You actually stole my roses..."
"What are you talking about? It's too ugly to talk about."
Yan Qi took out ten taels of silver and threw it into Ding Song's arms. She waved her hand calmly and said, "I'm buying your roses, not robbing them. These roses are worth five taels at most. I'll give you ten taels. Isn't that generous?" The remaining five taels should be considered as your errand money and a tip. Haha, thank you for buying me flowers. Next time I send flowers to Qing'er, I will come back to you."
Ding Song hesitated: "You...you...this is what I want to give away..."
Yan Qi disagreed: "What are you, you are a scholar, you should understand the principle of giving roses to others, and the lingering fragrance will linger in your hands, right? There is also a saying: the beauty of a gentleman! Today you have become my beauty, you are a gentleman. Haha, I Aren’t you happy that I gave you a chance to be a gentleman for free?”
Ding Song gestured: "I, that..."
Yan Qiyang patted Ding Song on the shoulder, making Ding Song's shoulder tremble, and said carelessly: "Oh, I understand, do you think the tip is not enough? Forget it, I will give you another ten taels."
Ding Song had never seen such a shameless person.
He robbed others of their flowers and still spoke plausibly and confidently.
It’s as if I’m a fussy little person!
But this man is extremely eloquent, shameless and cunning enough. I have read many poems and books, but I can't even defend him.
Ding Song's head was buzzing, as if a bolt from the blue had struck him.
If I hadn't estimated my transcendent status, I would have wanted to punch someone.
The onlookers are all talented men, talented women, and some have some lessons.
They all came to cheer Ding Song, and by the way, they witnessed how Ding Song showed off his coquettishness and courted An Qing.
But who would have thought that instead of becoming arrogant, Ding Song was silenced by others.
Now, everyone is curious, who is this tall, handsome guy who draws An Qing's eyebrows?
Ding Song was the most angry. He couldn't bear it any longer. He slapped his fan hard in the palm of his hand and asked, "Miss An Qing, who is this, so unreasonable?"
An Qing looked at Ding Song and wanted to laugh.
She knew that Ding Song was also a sharp-tongued person, but this person liked to pretend to be elegant, always showing that he was superior to others, different from others, and did not care about ordinary people.
But the more people like to pretend, they will suffer a lot anyway when they meet a 'vulgar' like Yan Qi. Who makes Qi Ge so vulgar to the core?
An Qing could no longer pretend not to see Ding Song. She stood up and said politely: "It turns out that Dean Ding is here. I was only looking at Huamei just now and didn't pay attention. I was a little negligent and rude."
"Dean Ding, please take a seat. Teachers and students, please take a seat too. You are welcome to come to my place."
Ding Song snorted and sat down swaggeringly.
After all, he is also a man of culture and great wisdom.
A short rest allowed him to calm down.
He looked at Yan Qi standing next to An Qing with an intimate expression. Although he was extremely angry, he still pretended to be calm and composed.
If you get angry in front of everyone, wouldn't you be ridiculed by talented men and women for not being self-restrained enough? Not knowledgeable enough?
Is it stupid to be my dean?
An Qing ordered the maid to serve tea to everyone.
Ding Song took a sip of tea and looked like an elder, showing off his dignity. He glanced at Yan Qi and asked An Qing in a low voice, "Who is this?"
An Qing said: "This young master's name is Yan Qi. He is my friend. Brother Qi. This is Dean Ding. You two should get to know each other."
"Yan Qi?"
Ding Song shook his head disdainfully: "I've never heard of it. Mr. Yan, can you succeed in studying? Is it a scholar, or a scholar? If you are a scholar, is it an A-level or a B-level? Or if you are successful in studying, where will you be promoted? Xicheng College or Jinling Academy?"
Yan Qi chuckled: "As for me, I have never read a book, let alone a teacher, and I don't know a few Chinese characters. My identity is just a small servant of the Lin family. Dean Ding is a high-ranking scholar. Why? You may have heard my name."
Ding Song looked at Yan Qi, stunned for a moment, then suddenly stood up, clasped his hands behind his back, and laughed sarcastically: "Why haven't I heard your name before? It turns out you are the little servant of the Lin family. Haha, it's funny. It’s so funny.”
The onlookers were all talented men, talented women, or knowledgeable teachers, and they were also amused by Yan Qi's identity.
A group of people bared their teeth and smiled happily.
