this is too scary.
At least, it was hard for Shangguan Wan'er to imagine how talented a person could be to write a poem in such an instant.
This poem could not have been written by His Highness King Yong in advance and is just recalled now.
Shaking her head, she decided not to think too much about this issue. If His Highness really has the talent to turn poetry into poetry in an instant, he will always be able to see it in the future.
I carefully folded the paper again, put it back into the wastebasket, and started sorting it out.
No matter what you do, you must strive to do your best. This is what my mother has taught me since I was a child. So no matter what she does, she will be extremely serious.
Before her mother returned to Yeting Palace, she once had a conversation with herself. Shangguan Wan'er knew very well that King Yong asked her to come to the East Palace. In addition to pity for her grandfather's plight, he was probably attracted by her beauty.
Although she was confident in her appearance, she still had no illusions about what she would look like after becoming Liangdi. There is really no telling what will happen in the future. Instead of having lofty ideals, it is better to be down-to-earth and do the current work well.
While thinking about things, I cleaned the ground. After completing this, she took a look at the bookshelf and decided to tidy up the bookshelf quickly. If she had the chance, she would come back to see the books here.
For her, nothing brings more joy than reading.
After becoming a prisoner in Yeting Palace, every time I saw my mother teaching me to read and asking me to stay up late to read, I felt that my mother was crazy. Once I entered Yeting Palace, there was no chance of getting ahead.
However, Shangguan Wan'er knew very well that her mother was doing it for her own good, and besides, she also liked reading.
Yesterday, my mother deliberately pushed herself aside. Although she was confused at the time, she later figured out what her mother wanted to do. But since his mother allowed him to return to Yeting Palace to visit her, he probably wouldn't seek death.
While thinking about it, she finally finished organizing the first bookshelf and memorized the locations of several books she wanted to read. The job of cleaning the study room is your own, and there will always be opportunities to come and take a look in the future...
Naturally, she was not the only one who was still studying at night. In the bedroom of Cheng'en Hall, Fang Furong was also studying.
To be precise, Li Xian, the teacher, was unqualified. He just sorted out some key points, wrote them on paper, and then assigned exercises. It was no different from the textbooks of later generations.
Fortunately, Fang Furong is very smart and can understand the meaning even with this crappy "textbook".
In addition and subtraction, as long as the numbers are not too big, she can barely do mental arithmetic. As for multiplication and division, she has also mastered it. Although she makes more mistakes than addition and subtraction, Li Xian does not find it annoying. Instead, he corrected her over and over again.
"That's pretty much it. Although there will be more to teach you, but you haven't laid the foundation yet. Addition, subtraction, multiplication and division, as long as the numbers are not too outrageous, you still have to do mental arithmetic, even if you can't directly get the result. , you also need to have a rough guess about the answer."
Fang Furong agreed, thought for a while and then asked: "Husband, are you really not angry about what happened the night before yesterday?"
Li Xian didn't expect that she would come up with such a question after holding it in for so long.
Reaching out and patting her head, Li Xian said indifferently: "The reason why menstruation is called menstruation is that it comes every month. You just happened to have menstruation when I wanted it, but this is not the case. No matter what, it’s not like I can’t afford to wait for three to five days.”
"Okay, it's quite late today, let's go to bed."
"Um."
Fang Furong agreed, cleared the table, extinguished the candle, and then walked to the small bed naturally.
Li Xian, who had already gone to bed, saw that she returned to the cot, and couldn't help but said: "I told you that I don't care, why do you still sleep on the cot?"
In the darkness, Fang Furong whispered: "But women who are menstruating are the uncleanest. Sharing a room with you has already violated a taboo. How can I dare to go to your bed again?"
"Anything unclean is bullshit. Come here. I'm not used to sleeping without you."
"this...."
After a while, Li Xian indeed saw her figure.
She tiptoed onto the bed, and just before Fang Furong was about to say something, she felt her husband's strong arms hugging her.
Once upon a time, this position was something I could not envy. Who would have thought that my dream would finally come true.
Having been in the same bed for a few days was enough for her to get used to some things. When she heard her husband's even breathing, she knew that he was not asleep yet.
After hesitating for a long time, she couldn't help but say: "Husband, how about I use my mouth again..."
"No, go to sleep."
"Um."
With a little regret, Fang Furong also cleared her mind and forced herself to fall asleep. After a while, he fell asleep.
Li Xian, who was counting sheep with his eyes closed, quickly realized that she fell asleep because he was holding her.
Thinking about the tempting suggestion she just made, he couldn't help but pump his blood to little Li Xian.
Knowing that she thought of bringing it up because of guilt, this kind of thing was still too deviant for a "good family woman" like her.
Slapping himself lightly, Li Xian smiled bitterly.
Why can't I be shameless and ignore other people's opinions? This is true for Fang Furong, and it is true for many other people.
People who have gone through compulsory education cannot despise human life and people's hearts!
But this is not bad, as it somewhat preserves one's pride as a descendant. Judging from today's attempt, I inadvertently showed respect for others. For many people in this era, it is a kind of operation such as "courtesy of the virtuous" and "wooing". And judging from Xiao Jue's reaction, it seems that they are still very Eat this set.
Just be cruel when you should be cruel. If you do whatever it takes to achieve your own goals, what is the difference between you and Wu Zetian and others in history?
With peace of mind, little Li Xian became quiet and began to feel sleepy.
Closing his eyes, Li Xian couldn't help but look forward to tomorrow.
There are quite a few people that I need to win over, so let’s start with the people around me.
After a night of messy dreams, when Li Xian opened his eyes early the next morning, he suddenly felt that his palms seemed a little soft.
When he opened his eyes, he saw two big waiting eyes.
After smiling awkwardly, he had no choice but to take his hand back.
Although I forgot what the dream was, it was probably about eighteen years old or above.
Through the gauze curtain, one can see Shangguan Wan'er waiting at the door just like yesterday.
With a slight cough, Li Xian said, "I didn't take a bath last night. Please make up for it now. Wan'er, go down and give me the order."
"You humble servant takes orders."
"Wait a minute, come back. From now on, just call yourself Wan'er. You always sound like a maid and a maid. It's too ugly."
"Bitch... Wan'er obeys your order."
