An alpha's ancient life record

In the afternoon, it was cold and windy, and the first snow of the year fell in the capital. A charcoal basin was set up in the corner of the school. The fine silver charcoal was very warm without any smoke.

After sitting on his knees for a long time, Shen Qingshu stood up and stretched his legs and feet, while drying his somewhat frozen hands by the side of the charcoal basin.

Sitting on knees is tiring and cold. I don’t know why Mr. Zheng prefers this way of sitting. Don’t the tables and chairs smell good?

In winter, she was dressed very thickly. The inner coat, middle coat, jacket, and fox-fur cape wrapped her into a ball, with only one face exposed.

This face is fair-skinned, with lively eyebrows, not yet fully opened, and a bit childish and cute, but with sharp edges and corners and a high nose bridge, anyone would only think that this is a young boy.

This is of course the credit of mental strength.

The warm light from the fire dispelled the chill from Shen Qingshu's body, and she stood by the charcoal basin in a daze.

Before she knew it, it had been almost a year since she traveled here.Over the past year, not only has she gradually adapted to the life in ancient times, but she even feels at home like a duck to water, feeling very comfortable.

She reads and writes every day, plays football and travels in her free time, cares about her family who cares for her, has a few classmates and playmates, and never came to her again during the manic depression period.

She cherishes such comfortable days very much.

Only occasionally, I still miss my previous life and those convenient high-tech.

"Qingshu, Qingshu, what are you thinking?"

Hearing Meng Bozhou calling her, Shen Qingshu came back to his senses, walked back to his seat and sat down, "I didn't hear you just now, what's the matter?"

Meng Bozhou didn't care, turned around and handed the book to her, pointing and repeating, "It's this math problem, I don't understand it, I want to ask you for advice."

Shen Qingshu took it over and took a look, "Today there are two people standing together, A's rate is seven, B's rate is three, B's rate is eastward, A's walk is ten steps southwards and obliquely northeast to meet with B, ask A's and B's geometry."

The general idea is: A and B start from the same place at the same time, A's speed is 7, B's speed is 3, B keeps going eastward, A first walks 10 steps south, and then walks obliquely to the north-east direction Meet B after a while.Then when they met, how far did A and B go?

This is a typical quadratic equation problem in one variable, and it also involves the Pythagorean theorem.It was indeed a little difficult for Meng Baizhou, who had just learned math.

Shen Qingshu took out the draft paper, and simply sat cross-legged on the mat: "Let's assume this question...according to the Pythagorean Theorem...the solution to x is 3.5...so the result..."

Why are there unknown numbers and Arabic numerals?

Hehe, of course it was invented by the predecessors.

This made it very easy for Shen Qingshu to adapt to the format of the questions here.

Meng Bozhou nodded again and again, showing an expression of panic and enlightenment, and said with emotion again: "Qingshu, this is a question in the stage of raising people. You are really good at counting."

"Huh? Let me see," Xia Boyan next to him also came over and asked curiously, "Where did you find it? Didn't you ask for trouble?"

Meng Bozhou handed him the book, "It was the book my uncle gave me yesterday. I can't help but want to see it and think about it."

Xia Boyan looked at it for a while, and suddenly laughed, "I can solve some problems!"

Zheng Heng was also a little itchy, "Senior Brother Meng, can you show me?"

He is a bit younger than everyone else, and has a shy personality. He rarely takes the initiative, but everyone likes this little junior, so Meng Baizhou hurriedly passed the book over.

"of course can."

After finishing the lecture, Meng Baizhou remembered what his uncle casually mentioned yesterday, couldn't help laughing a few times, and winked at Shen Qingshu gossipingly, "Hey, Qingshu, Mr. Lin is going back to Beijing to report on his duties in a few days, my uncle Said that he might stay in the capital this time."

Lord Lin?

Who is this? What does it matter to her if he returns to Beijing to report on his duties?

Shen Qingshu was indifferent, and let out a faint oh.

Meng Baizhou, who was waiting to see her reaction, became anxious, and lightly tapped on her desk, emphasizing: "Why didn't you respond at all, I'm talking about Master Lin, your fiancée's Lin!"

Shen Qingshu was taken aback, what the hell, how could she have a fiancée?

Does the original owner have any secrets that she doesn't know?

She twitched the corner of her mouth, and said in a vague way: "Impossible, don't joke with me."

Meng Bozhou assured: "Whoever told you is joking, it's true. My uncle works in the Ministry of Civil Affairs. He said yesterday that Mr. Lin worked hard in office and has outstanding achievements in his work. He will be promoted this time when he returns to Beijing."

He spoke seriously, Shen Qingshu's heart skipped a beat, he became a little uncertain, what's going on?

Meng Bozhou was still looking at her, Shen Qingshu smiled, "That's really great."

"Why are you like this?" Meng Baizhou was very disappointed.

"What do I look like?"

"It's really boring." Meng Bozhou pouted.

Shen Qingshu asked calmly, "How do you know about my fiancée?"

"Who wouldn't know? Everyone knows, right?" Meng Baizhou lifted his chin towards Xia Boyan.

Xia Boyan nodded, "I heard from my mother that your engagement is quite famous."

"..."

It seems to be true, Shen Qingshu is one head and two big, everyone knows, so why doesn't the person involved know about it?

What did her mother think, and even booked her a marriage, even if it was to cover up her identity, it was a stupid move!How can she get married and not go to bed?

No, she has to go back and ask her mother.

Shen Qingshu was restless for a while, but fortunately, school would be over soon. She returned to the uncle's residence and went straight to her mother's room.

Seeing her dismissing the servants and closing the door again with a very serious expression, He couldn't help feeling a little worried, "Shu'er, what's wrong?"

Shen Qingshu stood by the table and patted off the snow from his body, poured a cup of hot tea and drank it, and then said after gathering his composure, "Mother, a classmate told me today that Mr. Lin is going back to Beijing."

He reacted for a moment, and immediately panicked, "Is that Mr. Lin? What, what should I do?"

Shen Qingshu was very puzzled, "Mother, what's the matter with this engagement, why did you agree to it?"

He shook his head and sighed: "I can't decide this. Your father and Mr. Lin are best friends. At that time, you were still in your womb. Mr. Lin said with a smile that if you are a man and a woman, you will become in-laws."

"Later your father left, I just pretended it was nothing, but Mr. Lin said he must keep his promise. I refused repeatedly, but Mr. Lin insisted, and spread the word all over the capital. Your grandma also knew, she didn't know the inside story , I thought it was a good marriage, so I agreed and exchanged Geng Tie."

This was really a mistake, and Shen Qingshu didn't know what to say.

In her previous life, the three acquired genders were dominant, but she didn't think it was wrong to marry a woman.

But people in this era are still very conservative. If the two really get married, then she will ruin that innocent Miss Lin's life, and there will be a risk of her identity being leaked.

After He finished speaking, he stood quietly by the table, his face was a little absent-minded and tired.

Shen Qingshu looked a little soft-hearted. For so many years, she almost kept this secret by herself, so she must have been under a lot of pressure.

But the problem still needs to be solved, Shen Qingshu suggested: "Mother, Master Lin may have to stay in the capital for a long time, procrastination is not an option, let's get rid of the marriage as soon as possible."

Mrs. He touched her head, smiled wryly and said, "Do you think mother hasn't thought about it? Your grandmother won't agree, and how can our husband withdraw the marriage on his own initiative? It will hurt Miss Lin's reputation. And Lin Your lord will never retreat."

Shen Qingshu pondered, "What about Ms. Lin, she may not have a crush on me, if she doesn't want to marry, maybe she can convince her father."

Mrs. He was stunned for a moment. Miss Lin was still young and thousands of miles away. As a middle-aged woman, she never thought about it this way.

He's tone was still somewhat hesitant, "You can give it a try, Mr. Lin has two daughters, and the one who is betrothed to you is from his first wife. Maybe Mr. Lin loves you very much."

Barely having a solution, Shen Qingshu went to the school the next day, and asked Meng Baizhou to help him find out when Master Lin would arrive in Beijing.

Meng Bozhou smiled slyly, "Hey, that's right, you pretended to be so calm yesterday, you almost fooled me."

Shen Qingshu knew that he was thinking about it, so he didn't get entangled with him, and only told him: "Anyway, don't forget."

Meng Bozhou patted her on the shoulder, "Wrap it on me, don't worry."

A few days later, at noon, a group of carriages from the south drove slowly through the city gate.

The frame arrived at the official post house, and a man came down from the middle compartment. He was about forty years old, tall, wearing a blue scholar's gown, with a Chinese character face, short beard, well-defined features, and eyebrows. There is still a bit of youthful demeanor in the room.

When he walked, every step was very regular, as if he had measured it with a ruler. When he arrived at the reception place, he reported his name, which was Lin Beilan, the Tong Zhi of Linjiang Mansion.