After the divorce, the four big guys became my servants

Two days later, Meng Zhaoge invited a great scholar from the Bai Lu Dong Academy, known as "Mr. Gong Yang", to teach Yuan Jinglie.

On the first day of class, Mr. Gong Yang arrived late at noon.

After getting off the carriage, he saw Meng Zhaoge and Yuan Jinglie waiting for him, and there was no guilt on his face. When he saw the young man's blue eyes, he was even more surprised.

"Isn't this the beggar from Pingyang?" he muttered in a low voice.

He raised his chin again and said proudly, "Okay, let's go."

The boy's eyes became deeper.

Meng Zhaoge had no choice but to swallow his anger and gave Yuan Jinglie a comforting look.

This is probably the arrogance of scholars, who always like to take some money.

When they arrived at the study, Meng Zhaoge gently told the boy, "Listen carefully and study hard. Sister will make you something delicious."

"Don't worry, sister." Yuan Jinglie nodded.

Although he disliked Mr. Gong Yang, since he was invited by his elder sister, he would endure it.

When the others left, he and Mr. Gong Yang were the only ones left in the study.

Mr. Gong Yang began to give him lectures, and at first, Yuan Jinglie listened very seriously.

But after Mr. Gong Yang had spoken for a while, he suddenly put down the book and said, "You copy the book yourself."

However, he could not even recognize a few characters, let alone write? But remembering Meng Zhaoge's words, he had to do it clumsily.

The boy held the brush hard and tried to write.

It was quiet all around, and Mr. Gong Yang walked to Yuan Jinglie's side.

Then, he suddenly leaned over, stroked the boy's shoulder with one hand, and said with a low laugh: "Your handwriting really looks like a ghost's painting."

Yuan Jinglie said expressionlessly: "Take your hand away."

"What are you afraid of?"

However, Mr. Ram went even further by pinching his shoulder and blowing into his ear in a deliberately low voice.

"We are both men. Can I molest you?"

Yuan Jinglie's face turned pale and he exerted force, breaking the brush in his hand.

Mr. Gong Yang stood up in shock, stroked his beard as if nothing had happened, and snorted, "You're so angry..."

For an entire afternoon, Mr. Gong Yang did not dare to touch Yuan Jinglie again.

At noon, Mo Huan accompanied Meng Zhaoge to call Yuan Jinglie to have dinner.

As soon as I walked into the room, I saw a young man bent over his desk, writing furiously.

Meng Zhaoge was very pleased and was about to praise the child, but unexpectedly, the gentleman suddenly blew his beard and glared: "Princess, you came at the right time!"

"What's wrong?" she was startled.

Mr. Gongyang complained: "Princess, go and take a look at the handwriting of the young master. I have taught so many students, and I have never seen such bad handwriting!"

Meng Zhaoge was a little curious about how bad it was.

She walked over, bent down, took the rice paper from Yuan Jinglie's arm, and looked at it carefully for a moment.

Yuan Jinglie called her awkwardly: "Sister..."

Mr. Gong Yang raised his chin and said sarcastically, "It would be better to scatter a handful of rice and let chickens peck at it than to write this!"

"Your Highness Princess is usually busy with the affairs of the palace, so you should also pay attention to the upbringing of the young master."

He criticized Yuan Jinglie harshly, hoping that Meng Zhaoge would join him in criticizing the young man.

This can satisfy his vanity - look, the princess also has to speak politely to me.

However, Meng Zhaoge turned around and said, "But I think it's pretty good."

"!"

"Your Majesty, are you joking?" He was so shocked that his jaw dropped. He never expected that the princess was blind!

Even Yuan Jinglie was stunned.

Meng Zhaoge said puzzledly: "Sir, my son A Lie just picked up the pen to write his first word today. Isn't it worthy of praise to write like this?"

"Sir, you are too harsh on my A-lie. You need to encourage him more, otherwise it will dampen his enthusiasm."

Meng Zhaoge's words were sincere and he felt that Mr. Yang was a little too harsh.

Mr. Gong Yang was horrified and choked for a long time, then he started to make up a rumor: "He even dozed off during the class just now!"

Meng Zhaoge smiled: "Young people sleep a lot, so it's normal to doze off."

"He...he wrote like this because he dozed off!"

Meng Zhaoge continued to smile: "You are thinking about writing even when you are dozing off. You are really hardworking."

"..."

Mr. Gongyang was furious and wanted to slander Yuan Jinglie, but he didn't expect that the princess was also sick.

He walked away, "Humph!"

Mr. Gongyang left angrily, and Meng Zhaoge asked Mo Huan to see him off.

Then, she asked Yuan Jinglie directly: "Is he very harsh to you? If he is too harsh, don't give in to him."

Yuan Jinglie thought she would tell him to listen carefully and learn.

He didn't expect Meng Zhaoge to say this to him.

The young man's heartstrings were moved, and he did not answer, but asked: "Sister, did you spend a lot of money to invite this gentleman?"

Meng Zhaoge said: "He is a great scholar from the White Deer Cave Academy, but you don't have to worry about it, the Prince of Jing's Mansion is rich."

The boy was silent, and a shadow gradually covered his pupils.

Afterwards, Meng Zhaoge took him to Meiyuan for lunch.

Today the table was filled with delicious food again, and there was also a dish he had never eaten before, roasted crab. Meng Zhaoge rolled up his sleeves and peeled it for him himself.

That was a very strange procedure, at least that's what Yuan Jinglie thought.

Tools were actually needed. The sister used scissors and a small spoon to cut and dig the crab meat before putting it on a silver plate and handing it to him.

"Taste it."

He carefully ate a small piece of crab meat, which was tender and delicious, and melted in his mouth. He nodded: "Delicious."

Then he pushed the silver plate to Meng Zhaoge: "Sister, you eat."

"I don't like this." Meng Zhaoge was not refusing, she really didn't like the taste.

In the previous life, I once brought crabs from outside and gave them all to Meng Changning at the dinner table. She sat alone, curious about the taste of the crabs for a long time.

But later, by chance, she ate crabs peeled by others, and they didn't taste very good.

Just like Yuwen Qi. Before she married him, she thought he was a modest gentleman, but after getting along with him, she found that he was heartless and disloyal. The little girlish feelings she had for him were all exhausted.

Yuan Jinglie liked to eat crab meat, and he ate up all the crab meat on the small silver plate in a moment.

Meng Zhaoge was overjoyed when he saw this, and asked Mo Huan to go to the market to buy fresh tofu tomorrow so that he could make crab meat and tofu casserole for him.

"Sister, what do you like to eat?" The boy drank a sip of soup and asked her casually.

"River shrimp." Meng Zhaoge blurted out.

The two of them were eating, and she just thought of it as a casual chat, not thinking much about it.

At night, Mei Yuan lit candles all over the room. After washing up, Meng Zhaoge leaned on the couch and read a book.

Mo Huan was standing by, wanting to say something but stopping himself.

After a long while, I finally dared to ask, "Will Mr. Gong Yang come tomorrow?"

Meng Zhaoge said without hesitation: "Of course."

"But Madam, I think that gentleman is a little strange..."

Mo Huan thought about it, but still couldn't bring himself to say it: "When I went out to see him off today, I accidentally saw that he and the book boy were behaving very intimately."

Meng Zhaoge paused, then raised his eyes and asked, "How intimate?"

How to describe this!

When Mo Huan thought of that scene, he got goose bumps all over his body, and recalled uncomfortably: "When the servant helped him get on the carriage, he touched the servant's waist."

"That servant boy looked at him shyly..."

"..."

Meng Zhaoge was silent for a long time. Thinking about that scene, it was quite shocking.

But she was also very confused. In her previous life, she had never heard that Mr. Gong Yang was a homosexual.