Female student: I'm sorry, the prince is mine.

Nanshan took the box and was about to go to the front yard.

Looking up, I saw an enchanting figure appearing on the arch bridge in the distance.

Nanshanqing? What is she here for?

Looking at the direction Nan Shanqing was heading, it was obvious that he was here to cause trouble for her.

Then I thought about it, oh, after she came back, Nan Shanqing hadn't had a sense of presence in front of him?

Is this a formality?

Are all the daughters of the nouveau riche like automatic comparison machines? Fighting to be the first to confront her head-on?

All right. Nanshan pursed his lips, turned around and trotted back to the courtyard.

Just after passing through the arch, I saw Mrs. Liang coming out to change the charcoal basin: "Miss? Why are you back again?"

Nanshan pointed behind him: "Nanshan Qing is here to cause trouble."

Mrs. Liang looked at the sky. Isn't today a good day for Miss Fourth? Why did she choose to come here at this time to make such noise?

"Mommy, go into the house and give mother one, no, two tranquilizers. Come out later."

Mrs. Liang understood in her heart, bowed and turned around to do the same.

Walking in Nanshanqing is quite slow.

Nanshan muttered in his heart, then opened the door and went into the house to wait.

Pacing back and forth in the room, he came to the big bookshelf. The books on it were all read by the original owner. Nanshan picked up a book at random, flipped through a few pages, and frowned into a line stretching to the sky.

This...why is this so complicated? There are six out of two hundred and forty...what, well, not really good at it. After searching the memory, the original owner didn't leave this skill to her? Assimilated by her powerful bloodline?

No way? It seems that being too strong is not necessarily a good thing. What a good scholar's mind.

Nanshan closed the book and found that she had held it upside down. She came over to look at "Nine Chapters of Arithmetic". No wonder, it was something she was not good at.

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On the other side, Xuan Qing, who had set out before dawn, had also returned to the capital. At this time, he was listening to Wu Shenhou's deployment and plans when he suddenly sneezed. In this winter, was pollen floating in?

"Wushen, I will change all the wintersweet bonsai in the yard someday. The pollen will fly everywhere."

"Okay, Master." There were not many wintersweet trees in the courtyard, and they were monitored by craftsmen every day.

The master is particularly sensitive to pollen. Even the winter plum blossoms have to wipe the pollen on the flower stamens as soon as they bloom. They are very clean. The master's sneezing cannot be entirely blamed on these two flowers... maybe Who might be thinking about him?

Wu Shen stood in front of two pots of wintersweet with the stamens peeled off. He thought they were pretty good-looking... and could be eaten. With this thought in mind, I held the two remaining pots in my arms and moved them to my yard.

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Just when Nanshan was being rubbed ruthlessly in the world of Jiu Zhang's arithmetic, and the paper in his hand was being drawn in a mess, he heard a burst of noise from outside, and an old woman's voice came in from outside the door: "Where are the people! Three! Isn’t there anyone alive to greet the young lady when she arrives?”

"So arrogant? This voice doesn't sound like Nanshan Qing's, does it?"

Nanshan thought for a while, and then a bastard face appeared in her mind. She rolled her eyes: "It turns out to be that old guy from the Qing House in Nanshan, Grandma Jinhua."

By the way, this Aunt Jinhua looks different from others. The eyes, ears, mouth and nose of others are still three-dimensional. But this Aunt Jinhua, her whole face seems to be a crushed clay sculpture, with the facial features squeezed together, only taking up A small spot in the middle of the face.

Forget it, it looks like a clay sculpture. It's still a clay sculpture that fell to the ground and flattened its front face. The whole face looks like a big cake with a few dried dates missing in the middle.

Alas, even such a distinctive face requires Nanshan to search through his past memories. It seems that the life of the original owner was really monotonous.

Nanshan opened the door a small crack to see how they warmed up their performance.

"Who is yelling in Madam's courtyard! Are there any rules?" Mrs. Liang came out of the side room, holding a feather duster in her hand, and slapped it on the tablecloth that was drying in the yard, and said something in her mouth. Shouting: "Hey, with this weather, why are all the messy rotten leaves and petals floating into our yard! Bah!"

"You! Liang Xiaocui, I'll tear your big mouth to pieces!" Grandma Jinhua was about to go over and argue with Liang, when she felt a stone flying at her feet, bouncing on her knees, and she fell to her knees. , facing the study door of Nanshan.

"Mommy, please get up. You don't have to enter the courtyard to do this great gift. Mother is resting, so she can't accept or hear your kneeling soundly." Nanshan opened the door and said loudly.

When Mrs. Liang saw the eldest lady coming out, she walked over and moved the chair at the table closer to the door to make it easier for her to lecture.

"Hey, Nanshan You, your broken arms and legs have been reattached? Can you breathe? Hahaha." Nanshan Qing, who was on the side, saw that the master had spoken, so she raised a sharp female voice and swayed towards Nanshan's room. Go to the door.

Nanshan was helped by Liang to sit down, and then he looked up at that graceful figure. Even she knew that her hands and feet were broken. Is this a self-inflicted crime?

If she remembered correctly, Nan Shanqing was fourteen years old like her. Her fair face was crystal clear in the morning light, and her figure already had some curves. The expensive fabric was cut into a design that was not suitable for her age, and she was wrapped in a slightly tight body. On her.

Although it is a bit unconventional, it is not ugly at all. In addition, with a few gems on her fingers and neck, she looks like a nouveau riche.

When Grandma Jinhua, who was kneeling on the ground, saw her master speaking, she took the opportunity to stand up from the ground, held the hand of her third young lady, and walked together to the corridor.

Seeing that they wanted to enter the house, Nanshan glanced at Mrs. Liang. Mrs. Liang understood and blocked the two people from the door with a feather duster: "Hey, where are we going? I didn't see the eldest lady sitting in the door. Let's go." Have you entered? You’re not afraid of blocking the eldest lady’s view!”

As soon as the word "line" came out of his mouth, Nan Shanqing turned around and slapped Madam Liang on the face: "You bitch! Do you have the right to speak? Are you the one who can block the people in my room? "Grandma Jinhua snorted next to her and glanced at Mr. Liang with gloating.

"You!" Mrs. Liang was furious. After all, it was the third young lady in the house. Her hand holding the feather duster hesitated in mid-air, but she still didn't dare to wave it over.

"Hahahaha, I want you to scream? Do you know what you are?"

Nanshan Xi became even more arrogant when she saw Liang covering her face with one hand but unable to fight back.

Only after swallowing the cruel words in his mouth, he turned around and saw that Nanshan was already standing in front of him. Because the distance was too close, Nanshan Qing took half a step back and screamed: "Ah, what kind of monster are you doing! Silently Wuxidi, who are you trying to scare by pretending to be a ghost?"

Nanshan sneered, moved his fingers, and without giving her time to continue speaking, he slapped three big slaps with all his strength on Nanshan Qing's face: "You are right, the people in my courtyard , you can criticize the lowly maid in your room? Just a concubine, how dare you shout and yell in my yard without respecting her dignity? Nanshan Qing, when will it be your turn to teach the people in my room a lesson? ?”