Seeing Duan Mingyu's calm appearance, Wan Yanyan said awkwardly: "Actually nothing is funny."

Duan Mingyu nodded in thought: "This top scholar finally understands why you women have such low laughter."

“Why?”

Duan Mingyu said: "It's still the persecution of women's compatriots by the feudal system. You learn the three obediences and four virtues all day long, and you can embroider the girl's red embroidery, so you can close your mind tightly, let alone couples. They pay attention to being in line with each other and respect each other. Alas, these are all good, but everything must be done. Excessive oppression is equivalent to murder!"

Wan Yanyan was dizzy by Duan Mingyu's words. After a long time, she said: "It seems, it seems, probably, it should be like this, right?"

"Hey, Duan Mingyu, you big bad guy, why haven't you seen you for several days? You don't call me wherever you go!" Yang Zhaoniang shouted at Duan Mingyu from a distance from the door.

Wan Yanyan covered her mouth and smiled: "Hehe, sister Zhao Niang, you are much naughty than when I was young."

Yang Zhaoniang said unyieldingly: "What is naughty? Brother Mingyu said, this is called lively and cute, born beautiful and difficult..." Yang Zhaoniang's thinking was short-circuited again, and she stuttered, looking like she was thinking hard, and hurriedly winked at Duan Mingyu.

"Ahem, it's hard to give up on yourself, Zhao Niang, it's hard to give up on yourself." Duan Mingyu hurriedly reminded. Alas, it's really hard for her to remember a few poems, a brat who is thinking about how to harm others all day long.

When Yang Zhaoniang got the prompt, she immediately said with a grudge again: "Well, I'm not willing to give up on my natural beauty!"

Duan Mingyu glanced at Yang Zhaoniang silently.

By the way, Duan Mingyu never stopped when she returned to the shop in the city.

Yang Yanguang will be back to Beijing in two days, so when he saw Duan Mingyu coming back, he immediately pulled him to the room to retreat, leaving Wan Yanyan and Yang Zhaoniang with an angry look on their faces.

Yang Zhaoniang and Wan Yanyan were unwilling to go to the backyard.

Duan Mingyu was so tired that she was so tired that she came back. Alas, being handsome is so troublesome, she would be shot even if she was shot while lying down.

Yang Yanguang handed the long sword to Duan Mingyu, and Duan Mingyu practiced the sword technique he had learned in a daze...

"No, no, the speed is too slow!"

"The force of this sword should be more powerful."

"Well, these two styles should be focused on flowing and smooth, and they will be done in one go, and start over again!"

“…”

Duan Mingyu practiced for a whole morning and finally escaped and ascended to heaven with Yang Yanguang's satisfied expression.

However, another big bad thing happened to bother him.

Wan Yanyan wanted to hand him over to write, but Duan Mingyu was so sad that she walked out of the practice room before her front foot and into the study room again.

However, Duan Mingyu still pretended to be eager for knowledge.

Because you must maintain your elegant demeanor in front of a lady, if you do not pay attention to your image, the consequences will be quite serious.

Duan Mingyu remembered a classmate from his college. Alas, this guy has a great academic performance, but he does not pay much attention to his image among ladies in his daily life, so he has never found a home.

Seeing that he was really pitiful, Duan Mingyu introduced him to a partner. When he met for the first time, he still had a meal and talked about his heart. But this guy was not good at it and farted at the meal. In order to make the woman have a good impression of him, Duan Mingyu hurriedly said, "I'm sorry, I can't help it for a while." Who knew that this guy laughed "Puchi" and said, "Do you think you put it? Hahaha, I put it!" Duan Mingyu was so angry that he was so angry that he deserved to be a bachelor's life.

Therefore, for the sake of image, lifelong happiness, and for the sake of the old Duan family, Duan Mingyu has the conditions to be better, and if there is no conditions to create conditions, it can be better.

In the study, Wan Yanyan taught Duan Mingyu step by step to write calligraphy.

A virgin fragrance penetrated Duan Mingyu's nose irresponsibly, and Duan Mingyu couldn't help but feel distracted. She felt the plump and soft two balls, which were so cool. She was all thrown to Java.

This is called crime, so many beautiful teachers always have some students with poor academic performance, and they will not achieve results when they use all their methods. It is not that they have poor teaching, but that the boys can't help but be unable to stop... If you want to blame, you can only blame why humans are not hermaphrodites!

Wan Yanyan was really uncomfortable, so what is it called practicing calligraphy? It is purely learning calligraphy.

Wan Yanyan held Duan Mingyu's hand and wrote it in a stroke. It was very effortless. Not long after, beads of sweat emerged from her forehead. When she looked at Duan Mingyu again, she was already wandering around the world.

Wan Yanyan scolded shamelessly and annoyedly: "Young Master, please don't be distracted when writing!"

"Oh! I understand." Duan Mingyu wiped the saliva from his mouth and held Wan Yanyan's little hand tightly: "What did you say just now?"

Wan Yanyan: "Oh, you enemy!"

Looking at Wan Yanyan's weak appearance, Duan Mingyu couldn't help but feel lustful. She hugged Wan Yanyan and couldn't help but say boldly: "Yanyan, let's enter the bridal chamber!"

"ah!"

Wan Yanyan's head was a little confused and she struggled symbolically for a few times: "No, this is the daytime."

Duan Mingyu was also a junior brother, so he actually let go: "Okay, I'll go to the bridal chamber again tonight!"

Wan Yanyan felt a little disappointed and said softly "Oh".

Duan Mingyu laughed: "Yanyan, have you agreed?"

"Who said I agreed!"

"Then you just don't agree?"

"Who said I won't agree?"

"Then do you agree?"

"Guess or not I agree."

Wan Yanyan's childlike innocence suddenly became very childish, and she actually played a playful game of words with Duan Mingyu.

Duan Mingyu gritted his teeth, and every time he felt that he had punched it, it really hit the cotton. He couldn't help feeling itchy and felt quite depressed.

Wan Yanyan sat on Duan Mingyu's thigh: "Okay, it depends on your performance. If you can write twenty copybooks in one afternoon, I will come here tonight, oh, come here to give you chicken soup!"

Duan Mingyu said: "No, ten chapters are OK!"

Wan Yanyan jumped up and said, "No!"

Duan Mingyu said unyieldingly: "Twelve articles!"

Wan Yanyan snorted: "Eighteen articles, one article is not enough to be missing."

Duan Mingyu had a bitter face: "Fourteen articles, I really can't write them if there are too many!"

Wan Yanyan said: "Sixteen articles, this is the lowest price to jump off a building."

Duan Mingyu gritted his teeth and said in a slight way: "Fifteen chapters, otherwise you will kill me!"

"Okay, the deal is done!" Wan Yanyan patted the case, looking like she had a treacherous plan.

Duan Mingyu slapped Wan Yanyan on the butt: "Okay, you dare to cheat me, you're so brave!"

Wan Yanyan ran away in pain: "Hehe, come to see you again in the evening. Practice your calligraphy well, my official!"
Chapter completed!