After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

Xie Yunji thought that he liked a woman who was noble, calm, proud and generous like his mother, Princess Qinghe, and Song Nihuan's cautious and prudent look was the delicate and charming look he disliked.

So from the beginning he had no defenses against her. He just seduced her nonchalantly and was determined to win her over. Because he looked down on her, he didn't even realize that she was gradually entering his heart.

A black figure emerged from the night as fast as a ghost, silently like an ink stain, and stood behind Xie Yunji with his head lowered.

He has many secret guards like this, who follow him like a shadow and appear when he needs them.

"What happened to those people in Furaoting?" Xie Yunji asked.

"Except for the girls that the young master needs, the rest have all been dealt with." The secret guard said, and added, "Those girls have also been given mute potions, so they have no chance to say anything about the cousin's affairs."

Xie Yunji's frown relaxed slightly.

The earthquake came at the perfect time. He could take the opportunity to deal with those troublesome people whom he did not allow to exist. This was very good.

Those people who dared to feed her the aphrodisiac should have died long ago.

Those who have seen her are dead, and no one will criticize her background in the future.

As for those few who were lucky enough to be alive, they either had unspeakable close relationships with court officials, or knew too many secrets of court officials and kept them for emergency use.

He intends to cover up the shameful past that was caused by him, but he wonders if it is too late.

Xie Yunji looked back at the secret guard. Although he still looked gentle and his tone was still mild, his words made people tremble: "If you find Xie Tan, there is no need to bring him back, just kill him on the spot."

*

The weather in June is already hot and sunny.

The sound of reading in the Mingyue Hall between Songjian gradually faded. Just when the young masters of the Xie family wanted to relax, they were met with Xie Yunji's indifferent gaze as he passed by with an intimidating look.

It makes people feel so disappointed, who dares not to work hard?

This cousin is really different. Could it be that after passing the imperial examination he became so calm and oppressive?

By learning from him, I understand more and more how important talent is.

There are many things that are hard to understand, but he can easily explain them and point out the crux of the problem directly.

Most of the topics discussed by people at that time needed to be answered in conjunction with local customs, but the sons of the Xie family's side branches did not have the opportunity to visit famous mountains and rivers and learn about local interests like Xie Yunji. The views they wrote were naturally constrained and could only be regarded as empty talk.

As for why they couldn't go out of the house to study, it all came down to the perspectives of their parents.

The Xie family has become small in number by this generation, especially the eldest branch. When the masters of the side branches give birth to sons, they naturally want to treasure them. In case something happens to the eldest branch's son... wouldn't it be great to adopt him and let him take charge of the Xie family alone?

In this way, these young gentlemen will be raised even more preciously.

In the afternoon, the young men finished school and went back to their respective residences to catch up on their sleep.

Xie Yunji deliberately separated the men and women. In the morning, when they were energetic, he asked the men to come and listen. In the afternoon, when the heat had dissipated, the women read carefully and listened slowly with tea. This was very good.

In fact, there is nothing to teach. After getting married, these women are nothing more than managing the household chores in a large mansion. If their horizons are broadened, they will become restless at home.

But Xie Yunji saw the shallowness that Song Nihuan often inadvertently revealed. This shallowness was mostly seen in her half-understanding of calligraphy and painting, her ignorance of authentic and imitation ancient books, and her cautious attempt to please others when dealing with them.

These things cannot be changed overnight. After all, it is due to the decline of his family during his youth. He only knows half-baked things. Later, he indulged in pleasure and developed some sloppy behaviors.

This kind of behavior is considered acceptable in a entertainment venue, but is considered stingy and worldly in a big mansion.

He could see her envy of the Xie girls, and he could also see that she was cautiously trying to fit in with them.

The little girl of the Xie family studied the teachings of Confucius and Mencius in the clan school since she was young. When she grew up, she attended banquets of nobles with her mother. What she saw and came into contact with was naturally very different from the environment in which Song Nihuan lived.

Their laid-back demeanor and the way they stood straight were very different from her.

The regret and envy in her eyes could not deceive anyone.

The orphan girl whose family fell into poverty deserved no pity from people.

He wanted to teach her what a lady from a noble family should learn.

What Xie Yunji talked about a few days ago was the local customs of Xiya Country. This kind of book has a strong appeal to unmarried women. It records the local customs and habits of foreign countries and is full of wild fun.

Such a far place may be something they will never be able to reach in their lifetime.

Xie Yunji held the scroll in one hand while mixing in what he had seen and heard along the way. He was well-experienced and his voice was low and gentle. His words, accompanied by the breeze, had the power to educate people and completely attracted the listeners.

During the break of the lecture, the young man glanced sideways and saw that Song Nihuan was also listening very seriously. She supported her chin with one hand and stared at him with a pair of beautiful eyes. It was obvious that she was impressed by his demeanor.

Xie Ming who was standing aside secretly looked at the young master, and saw that his eyebrows and eyes were very relaxed. It was not the kind of polite and gentle expression that was seen in daily life, but the real joy from the heart.

I had been very tired from teaching the young masters of the Xie family in the morning, but now I wasn't tired at all.

Thinking of the young men's knowledge, Xie Yunji got a headache. There was no need to rush for the younger ones, but those who were going to take part in the college entrance examination this year obviously had no talent. They had been pampered for many years and were unwilling to work hard. Even if he wanted to give them some pointers, it was too late.

The best among them is Shiyilang. His articles are original, but too straightforward and inflexible. If such a person enters the officialdom, it is not a good thing to bend rather than break.

It seems that more work needs to be done.

Suddenly Xie Yunji thought of Xie Tan. He still remembered that when Xie Tan was young and studying in the clan school, his academic performance was among the best and was comparable to his.

If Xie Tan was not that young woman's son, it would be the best thing for him to be a perfect match in the court.

As he was thinking this, a servant came to call him. It was probably because the college examination was approaching, and Master Xie wanted to ask about the academic progress of these gentlemen.

After Xie Yunji left for a while, Song Nihuan felt really bored. Since Xie Qianqian stopped coming, she had no one to make friends with, so she took out the calligraphy copybook to practice writing.

Qi Niang, who was standing by, was a restless person. She found it strange to see people sitting still. The eldest master had finally left, and everyone took the opportunity to relax, but why was she still sitting there?

"Are you practicing calligraphy? Your handwriting is so good?" Qi Niang walked over and looked at the handwriting on the rice paper, muttering, "It's not the hairpin-shaped small regular script that women usually use."

Sure enough, there was a copybook on the table. Qi Niang picked it up and flipped it open. "Wow, whose handwriting is this? It's so beautiful!"

Although this calligraphy is old, it is not as yellow as some original works of masters. Since it is not an original, it must be a rubbing. Qiniang looked through it with confidence but could not find the signature.

Song Nihuan knew that this copybook of calligraphy was written by Xie Yunji, and she took great care of it. Seeing Qiniang flipping through it, her heart was pounding.