Bai Yueguang, who quickly traveled through time and became the villain

"Boss, rent a boat." Ling Jue took out his money bag and rented a boat from Hualou. After the store was ready, someone told them that they could go on a cruise. At this time, there was a woman with a veil waiting for the two of them on the boat. Ling Jue had been here several times, and every time she met this girl, she greeted her friendly and took Jiang Qingyi to sit down. Drinking at the table, with the mellow wine in a small copper cup, listening to music while swimming around the lake, is a rare comfort and happiness.

This is the first time Jiang Qingyi has felt so relaxed. This may be one of the reasons why he studies hard to get ahead.

"Wait a minute." Ling Jue stopped the instrument and sat in front of the guzheng. She had studied with this girl for a while and planned to show off her skills in front of Jiang Qingyi.

After the song ended, Jiang Qingyi clapped, "Not bad."

Ling Jue smiled brightly, and her face was as beautiful as the peach blossoms in March.

Ling Jue returned home humming a song, but Ling Yue appeared out of nowhere, "You are so happy today, where have you been?"

Ling Jue covered her mouth and did not tell her about going to Hualou today. If her brother knew about it, he would definitely be nagging her again. Of course, Ling Jue would not tell Ling Yue.

However, by asking her this, Ling Yue must have known about her skipping school to play, and he could only say a few words. After all, Ling Jue originally went to play with a few friends, and going to school was just a temporary solution for Ling Yue.

But Jiang Qingyi did not escape so easily. When he opened the door, Chu Xiangyi was waiting for him with a dark face, "Xiaoyi, did you skip school today?" Jiang Qingyi was startled. He didn't expect that his truancy would be found out by his sister, "Didn't you promise me that you would do well?" You're studying, you can't go back on your word." Chu Xiangyi's words made Jiang Qingyi even more stressed. After he admitted his mistake, he returned to his room, still blaming himself, yes, how could he go out to play with others? His sister was so It's hard work, but he only thinks about his own happiness.

Ling Jue came to school happily the next day. Ling Yue was pleased with Ling Jue's positive attitude towards going to school, but on the other hand, he felt melancholy because Ling Jue was attracted to other men.

Ling Jue found that Jiang Qingyi's attitude towards her was obviously much colder today. Ling Jue had no choice but to use his trump card, "Let me tell you about the grudges between Newton and Leibtzny?" Although Jiang Qingyi didn't like to hear gossip, But he was very curious about those exquisite formulas, and he would be very happy if Ling Jue told him how to calculate them.

Seeing the various expressions flashing across Jiang Qingyi's handsome face, Ling Jue couldn't help but chuckle.

"Did something happen? Your family won't let you play with me?" Ling Jue couldn't think of any other reason besides this reason that caused their friendship, which was so good yesterday, to suddenly disappear.

"No, I want to concentrate on studying." Ling Jue raised his eyebrows. He didn't expect Jiang Qingyi to be quite tough, but she was not afraid of this. Anyway, Chu Xiangyi would come to the school entrance to set up a stall every day and take Jiang Qingyi home. She can just ask her parents directly when the time comes.

Chu Xiangyi and Jiang Qingyi are both orphans, and they are only one year apart. Although Chu Xiangyi is beautiful, she has no talent for learning, so in order to support the talented Jiang Qingyi, she will work early and late to start a small business. Jiang Qingyi felt sorry for her hard work and hoped that the two of them could change their fate, so she studied hard in the hope of gaining fame.

After school, Ling Jue was the first to rush out. She asked for a bowl of sweet water. Chu Xiangyi knew that she was Ling Yue's sister. Ling Yue always brought many people to take care of her business, so Chu Xiangyi also wanted to give her this bowl. Ling Jue is free.

"Are you Jiang Qingyi's sister?"

Chu Xiangyi raised his head when he heard Ling Jue ask, "Excuse me, what's wrong?"

"Sister Xiangyi, can you let Jiang Qingyi open a small stove for me? I will pay you a lot of money." Chu Xiangyi was afraid of delaying Jiang Qingyi's study, but Jiang Qingyi, who was standing behind Ling Jue, said, "Okay, remember Just pay.”

"Xiaoyi." Chu Xiangyi was a little angry, how could Jiang Qingyi speak like this.

"Sister, she is the daughter of the Minister of the Ministry of Finance, so she is not short of money." That's right, her father is in charge of money.

Every day after that, Ling Jue came to Jiang Qingyi's home to report. Jiang Qingyi discovered that Ling Jue's foundation was really poor. Although she didn't have to get a meritorious degree to become an official, it was rare for her to see children from aristocratic families with such poor foundation. .

"Did you not learn anything at all when you were a child? You couldn't even memorize the Analects of Confucius and the Three-Character Classic."

"I can do it. Look how well I memorized the first paragraph." Ling Jue argued in time. If Jiang Qingyi dared to criticize her again, she would directly start criticizing feudalism. After all, her thoughts were beyond the current era.

Jiang Qingyi sighed. Fortunately, Ling Jue knew a lot of words. He didn't need to teach her how to read each word one by one. He only needed to explain the meaning of each sentence to her.

"Just memorize this article today."

Ling Jue was greatly frustrated here, so he silently wrote a poem to regain his self-confidence.

Jiang Qingyi looked at Ling Juegui's calligraphy. Fortunately, Ling Jue paid for the paper and ink himself. He would have been reluctant to write like this.

"How about it? The name of this poem is Facing the Sea, Spring is Warm and Flowers are Blooming." This is a poem by Haizi that Ling Jue likes very much. The poem itself has a touch of sadness and the hope that the ideal cannot be realized. The despair of life.

Jiang Qingyi's evaluation was that the poem was well written, but it didn't look like it was written by Ling Jue, and he had never seen the genre of this poem.

"Of course, you old timer."

"What did you say about me?"

"I was wrong, brother Xiaoyi." Jiang Qingyi's face turned red when he heard Ling Jue call him that, "Don't call him that next time." Although his attitude was fierce, he was surprisingly cute. Ling Jue vowed not to do it again. Let’s use the idea of ​​progress and development to scorn an ancient man. After all, we have to adapt to the development of the times.

"Then I'll go back first, see you tomorrow." Ling Jue left Jiang Qingyi's home in a flash. When Jiang Qingyi was packing his things, he saw the simple drawing drawn by Ling Jue, and could vaguely tell that this fierce villain was him. , he put the poem and the painting into the drawer. When he realized what he had done, Jiang Qingyi felt that something was wrong with the temperature of the whole room.

Ling Yue discovered that Ling Jue would come home very late every night, so he followed Ling Jue quietly and found that Ling Jue would go to Jiang Qingyi's house every day. Naturally, he would not give up the opportunity to meet Chu Xiangyi, saying that it was to urge Ling Jue to do the same. Followed to the small courtyard.

When Chu Xiangyi saw Ling Yue, his face always turned red. Ling Jue told Jiang Qingyi that Ling Yue liked his sister.

The male villain villain who was supposed to like Chu Xiangyi just said "Oh" without much reaction. Ling Jue followed Jiang Qingyi's gaze and what he was looking at was the hem of his own skirt.

"Hey, what are you looking at?" Ling Jue didn't know what was so attractive about his skirt.

In fact, Jiang Qingyi learned from Ling Yue that Ling Jue's birthday was coming. He was going to give Ling Jue a birthday gift, but he didn't know what to give. He heard that skirts were very popular among his daughter's families, so he planned to give it to Ling Jue. Ling Jue a skirt.