The originally noisy environment suddenly became quiet, and the sound of heavy objects falling to the ground was particularly clear.
There was a thud, and then a panicked voice called, "Master, are you okay?"
"Master, are you okay?!"
Lingchan turned her head curiously and looked at the commotion.
At first glance, she saw a little boy sitting on a horse with his back straight.
His hair is like crow feathers, his eyebrows are like knives, his eyes are calm, and his expression on horseback is arrogant, cold, proud, cool and cool.
But he was looking at Lingchan, his ears red.
Lingchan was not interested. He glanced over and saw a group of people surrounding another young master.
He seemed to have fallen off his horse just now. His clothes were disheveled, his hair crown was crooked, and there were a few strands of hair and dust stuck to his jade-like face. Among the layers of servants surrounding him, Lingchan's gaze was accurately captured.
He scratched his head and smiled sheepishly at Lingchan.
Lingchan smiled politely.
Seeing that his face was red, he fell down in the crowd again.
Ling Chan looked away and saw the grandma in front of her taking a deep breath and struggling to find her voice. She seemed to be afraid to look directly at Ling Chan. She turned her head and ordered her servants to find someone to sit on and take Ling Chan into the house.
Among the group of people, only Lingchan was sitting, and the rest, including grandma, were sitting around and walking on their legs.
Ling Chan was assigned to the best room. The hostess came to see Ling Chan. After that, she even assigned a maid to serve Ling Chan, and a teacher came to teach her alone every day.
Class is really boring.
Lingchan doesn't hate studying, but she hates learning how to please men. This is an insult to the word "study".
Reading, calligraphy, chess, calligraphy and painting are all very good. It's not good to use them to win a man's favor.
This family obviously wants to train Lingchan into a man's beloved slave. The one-on-one guidance is quite strict, and it is difficult to find opportunities to desert her.
But that day, Lingchan saw a head sneaking out of the window behind the teacher.
He locked eyes with Lingchan at a glance, with a big smile on his sun-red face.
Ling Chan was listening to the class in annoyance and gave him a smile in return.
The beauty's smile fills the room with brilliance.
The teacher's voice stopped for a moment.
But she quickly reacted and turned around angrily, just in time to see her young master smiling stupidly. She suddenly turned dark and took the person to complain.
Lingchan thought she was finished class and couldn't help but smile even more happily, but she heard the teacher gently say: "Copy two pages of girls' training before get out of class is dismissed."
Lingchan's smile quickly disappeared.
You, Lingchan, are here with a great and glorious mission! How can you study the remnants of feudalism here every day? Although the teacher is strict, as long as she doesn't keep an eye on Lingchan, she has plenty of ways to deal with it.
Sure enough, before Lingchan opened her mouth, the maid next to her bent down and said gently: "It doesn't matter, I'll just write it for you. Miss, sit here and rest for a while, have a snack, I'll be ready soon. Then we can get out of class has ended."
This is the maid assigned to Lingchan by the Marquis, Guanqin.
Gentle, approachable, considerate, and the best to Lingchan.
Lingchan smiled sweetly at Guanqin.
On the window sill where a person had just been snatched away, another head appeared. His dark eyes glanced at the empty room, he stretched out his hand, put his forearm covered with thin muscles on the window sill, and jumped in. Sit firmly on the windowsill.
"Is this how you deal with Master's homework?"
"Guan Qin has no manners or virtues, please punish me, young master!" Guan Qin knelt on the ground, his voice frightened, "But the young lady is smart and intelligent, and she did not mean to do the homework. It's just that the young lady is already familiar with it, so she didn't write..."
Lingchan asked curiously: "Are you exactly the same as the person just now?"
"That's the second young master." Guanqin whispered.
"Do you want to talk more?" the eldest young master said coldly.
"Hey!" Lingchan was a little unhappy: "You came to me but didn't talk to me, just to blame my maid?"
"Who said I came to find you!"
"Then what are you doing here?"
"The scenery here is beautiful. I'm here to see the flowers."
[The remaining snow is about to disappear, where will the flowers come from? 】The system whispered.
Ling Chan knows where there are flowers.
She smiled and said, "Then why don't you look at me?"
The eldest young master stopped talking. He cocked his neck and turned half of his face towards Lingchan. Lingchan could see half of his red ears under his black hair.
The sunshine in early spring was bright. The half-grown boy sat on the window sill, blocking most of the sunlight. Lingchan sat in his shadow, raised her head and said dissatisfied: "You are blocking my light."
He jumped down silently.
Lingchan also stood up, pulled Guanqin up, gave her his seat, and said with a sweet smile: "Sorry for bothering you, sister!"
Guanqin was pinned down on his seat by Lingchan. He glanced at the eldest young master in fear, then turned to look at Lingchan: "Miss?"
Lingchan patted Guanqin's shoulder reassuringly and asked the eldest master with a smile, "Will you expose me?"
"No," the eldest young master snorted, "I will also use this trick to deal with the master!"
"Then." Lingchan narrowed her eyes, "We are accomplices."
Lingchan suddenly approached the eldest young master, and she heard the fierce heartbeat in his chest, "Accomplice, why don't you look at me?"
Fu Wenzhang felt as if his heart was going to jump out of his chest and fall into the hands of the girl with a beautiful smile in the sun.
He was at a loss and felt that today's action was a complete failure. He took a step back and hurriedly climbed over the window sill and ran away.
The afterglow of the setting sun was glowing red, flowing through the wide open window and gently covering Lingchan's black hair.
During this period of time, she was raised very carefully in the house, and her original malnutrition disappeared, and she became a hydrated little beauty again.
Guan Qin hesitated and said: "What are the two young masters here for?"
Lingchan thought for a while and said, "The one who was taken away by the teacher was the second young master? They look exactly the same."
"Well, the eldest young master and the second young master are twins..."
Before she finished speaking, the eldest young master's head popped up from the window sill: "My name is Fu Wenzhang! If you want to know anything, just ask me. What can a maid know?"
After shouting, he ran away quickly.
…
Fu Wenzhang ran all the way, climbed over the wall and climbed the tree back to his yard, kicked open the door, and said loudly: "Bring me a cup of tea quickly!"
He obviously didn't say a few words to..., but his throat was so thirsty that it was almost smoking!
Everyone in the room turned to look at him. The boy who was thrown away hurriedly came forward and wiped the sweat from his forehead, "Why is the young master's face so red? Is he suffering from heatstroke?"
Fu Wenci jumped up excitedly, "Brother, did you help me give her the gift?"
Fu Wenzhang: "..." His mind was so dizzy that he still remembered his brother's instructions.
