Dress to be a celebrity

The younger brother peeks at the pornographic book at home, but the elder brother can still control him; the uncle reads this book at home, what can the nephew do?

It has no choice but to follow the example, and those who are close to the ink will be black.

Huan Ling sat at the table, turning over the books and paintings on the table, the flush on his face gradually subsided.Song Shi, however, sat with his hands tied like a pupil who had made a mistake, watching his elder nephew, senior brother and teacher Fang Shihuan, who was also the teacher of the provincial examination, look through those... those...

He didn't watch this kind of stuff before, it was just to study local folklore, not his hobby!No, Huan Ling can't be misunderstood!Otherwise, he still has the dignity of an elder in the future. An uncle who reads pornographic books, a nephew can't...

Cough, the nephew has committed the crime and put his uncle to bed.

Song Shi tried his best to calm down, and explained: "I think there is actually a reason for this."

Huan Ling raised his eyes and glanced at him, and there was a bit of self-blame in his expression: "Could it be that I haven't done well these days, so I can't make you happy? In fact, I should have bought some books to read, but before I thought you, Shi Guaner, were just like me..."

No no no, not this question!

Song Shi crossed the table with his upper body, and directly blocked his mouth with his hands. He didn't dare to hesitate like those protagonists in TV dramas and couldn't explain it well-just like Brother Huan Xiao, he can directly ask for learning and practice later!With so many books and so many paintings, can he afford it with his old arms and legs?

Taking advantage of Huan Ling's inability to speak, he quickly shook off the Jinjiang literature website that followed him.

He didn't read this kind of book for his own needs, but to buy a few more textbooks for his younger brother, so he had to study the emotional life of the people in this dynasty, and write a few small papers to make money.

"My experience over the years has concluded that any manuscripts that are popular with the masses are easier to pass. So I have no other intention to buy these books today, just to save more money and exchange a few chemistry books for you - let's talk about it." Read the book on formulas and formulas that the two of you calculated before."

Song Shi slowly let go of Huan Ling's mouth, and quietly pushed the pile of books on the table to the side: "I have done a little bit over the years, and I know something, but I actually learned it from this website. The theory I told you about 'after practicing prophecy' and 'the law of nature resides in human desires' was also put forward by everyone hundreds of years later... It's not that I am so talented that I can create any theory."

He spread his hands, and said frankly, "Actually, I'm not as good as you think. But you have already entered our Song family's house. We have also paid homage to our father-in-law and mother-in-law, and the grandfather-in-law Mrs. You have entrusted me with your life, and it will be too late for you to regret it."

Even a little yellow book said that the two of them were "married by the emperor, and the chief assistant was a matchmaker". This man was clearly his man, and he couldn't escape even if he wanted to.

Jinjiang Wang’s golden finger looks like a fairy book, but he came back to life after 600 years. In Huan Ling’s eyes, it’s already a story of a fairy, so it doesn’t make much difference if there are more gods or less gods. .

Huan Ling listened to him reminiscing about the past, but his complexion sank a little bit, and he lowered his eyes and said: "No wonder you didn't like to socialize with others when you first came to my house, but later you forced yourself to play with my children; no wonder you were in Guangxi You go in and out of the Goulan tile house from time to time; no wonder Huan Wen said that you caught the south wind when you were in Fujian..."

Every time he said a word, Song Shi's neck bent a little, and his face became uglier.When it came to the matter of buying the little yellow book today, his face was almost blue: "I have been with you for so many years, I watched you study like others during the day, and when I couldn't see you at night, did you just go What kind of literature do you read? You write articles, read articles, and learn to do this and that behind my back... Have you ever rested in these years? You don’t know that you were tired and exhausted in your previous life. ..."

He pushed the table away, walked up to Song Shi, swung his arms around him, and carried him back to the inner room.

I really should teach him a lesson so that his memory will last long!

Song Shiming's face was terrified, and he didn't react until he threw him on the bed, clutching his chest and said, "Calm down, I'm really not tired, didn't you know that when I was in Guangxi with my father, I Dad always complained to you at that time... I didn’t study much at that time, I just wrote papers!”

"That's not true. What Master Taishan said was that you locked yourself in the room and read until midnight, but all the articles you wrote were secretly burned and refused to be read."

With a low voice, Huan Ling bit each word painfully, pulled his hand away and tore off his clothes two or three times, and threw the wallet hidden in his bosom heavily on the ground.The scattered silver and copper plates in the purse rolled down with a crisp sound, which made him unconsciously guess whether Huan Ling wanted to give him such a stern greeting.

He is so old, if he is beaten by a child, what face will he have!

Huan Ling turned him over and pressed him on the bed, and when his big hands were pressed to his buttocks, Song Shi finally couldn't bear the torment of his heart, and begged him indiscriminately: "Senior Brother Huan, Teacher Huan, Brother Huan, my dear third brother, Save some face for uncle. I am so old..."

Huan Ling suppressed his depression, and he couldn't help laughing out loud as he said it. He gently twisted his buttocks with his hand: "I'll go save face for my uncle, Shi Guaner, why don't you stay here?" Introspect here for a while, and come back and ask if you know anything wrong."

You know you are wrong, you know you are too wrong!

Why did he accompany Huan Ling to live in Huan's house!

If this is still under the eyes of his parents, brothers and sisters-in-law, this Xiao Huan will not be able to be a daughter-in-law honestly, and dare to throw him on the kang and strip his pants?How dare you call his father "Master Taishan"?Dare to ask him to reflect?

Song Shi felt sulky for a long time, but when he saw Huan Ling with a tense face and striding back, his aura of the head of the family disappeared immediately, and he shrank to the corner of the bed.

No wonder his father never asked him to marry a daughter-in-law from Jingli. She was not born in Jingli, but grew up in Beijing. They are so unvirtuous!

However, he still couldn't beat this unvirtuous daughter-in-law, and couldn't even hide from her.

Huan Ling pulled him back with a hook of his long arm, pressed him down and taught him from head to toe, forcing him to ask if he knew what was wrong, and if he would dare to work so hard and hurt his body in the future.

Song Shi humbly admits his mistake, and firmly promises that he will not make it again in the future. He just asks him to forget his mistake in buying books, and don't repeat what he learned. His old man can't accept so many new tricks.

Huan Ling asked him in a low voice: "I can't take it anymore? Do you still want to read your paper?"

Still watching chemistry?He's out of his mind now, not to mention the newly bought chemistry textbook, maybe he can't even understand Xiao Huangwen.

He half closed his eyes, shook his head slightly, tears almost overflowed from his eyes, he was so pitiful.

Huan Ling was also reluctant to make him suffer, and lowered his eyebrows to persuade him: "You have been an official with Lord Taishan all these years, and you have to act as a councilor for Lord Taishan, and you have to make a living for the people, you have to study, and you have to stay up late to write articles... Hard-bodied people can't stand it, not to mention your body is not very strong. What kind of article you want to write in the future, can't I write it for you?"

No, the format is incorrect and cannot be submitted!

Song Shiqiang opened his eyes, and a ray of water came from the corner of his eyes. Huan Ling was distressed and moved when he saw it. He lowered his head and kissed away his tears, and sighed softly: "You can teach me what I don't write well, and you can teach me what articles I get in return." I know a little bit. If you need any medicines, you can just leave it to me like when you asked me to do the math for you? You and I are married, why can't you rely on me more?"

"I am older than you……"

Song Shi has been a leader and led his family members for so many years. He has always put hardship first and enjoyment later. He treats himself with high standards and strict requirements. After marrying a daughter-in-law, he has to support the family even more—although he is the one who is oppressed, the husband and wife Interest cannot affect family responsibility!

He raised Huan Ling's face, looked into his eyes and said, "I'm so much older than you, how can I ask a child to do everything."

"Why am I a child?" Huan Ling said dumbfoundingly: "Although you have a previous life, our yang life only cares about the body and does not care about the soul. I am three years older than you, Shi Guaner."

You've done it all for me, what else can't you do for me.

He didn't know which book he learned and sells now, and whispered in Song Shi's ear in a low voice and ambiguously. It was obviously a vulgar language, but at this moment it aroused his messy heartbeat, and made him feel more and more clearly the relationship between the two of them. intimacy.

In the future, I will teach him modern Chinese, teach him the format of essays, and buy him textbooks on mathematics, physics and chemistry...everyone has given it to him, what else can't be given to him...

Song Shi didn't know when he fell asleep, but when he woke up, it was not yet clear, but he was already very awake, without feeling sleepy at all, and he realized that he hadn't slept so well for a long time.

He quietly sat up and wanted to go down to change clothes, but as soon as he moved, a hand grabbed his lapel, and Huan Ling, who was lying beside him, also opened his eyes and looked at him with a smile: "Shiguan'er got up today. It's so early, it seems like you got a good night's sleep last night?"

Song Shi pressed his waist, and said guiltily: "It's early in the morning, it will be worth it later."

"It's still early, don't worry." Huan Ling looked at the dark sky between the curtains, pulled him over and pressed the psoas muscles gently, with a satisfied smile on the corners of his brows and eyes, and said, "In the future, you will Know how to take care of your body, don't be too greedy for quick things, and let me share the tiring things. Otherwise, I don't mind helping you fall asleep on time every day."

Uncle Song had just put on airs for a day, but was suppressed by Teacher Huan's power, and he agreed to all his demands.

Since I couldn't stay up all night under his nose, I had to do private work during the day, copy chemical theorems, formulas, and diagrams for him, and teach him slowly when he came back at night, so as to pass the addiction of being an elder by teaching him time.

Modern Chinese is not taught very seriously, so Huan Ling asked him directly for the papers he had copied before, and printed them out himself to figure out the tone and format.Song Shi leaned beside him to correct him, taught him the meaning of some newly coined words in the past few hundred years, and taught him modern Chinese grammar.

However, the grammar of ancient prose and modern prose is too different. Song Shi never thought that he would be able to write modern papers within a few years, and he still had the idea of ​​writing it himself.He himself has memorized ancient poems and prose since he was a child, but he couldn't write ancient prose when he took the college entrance examination.Otherwise, wouldn't he have been able to get into a good school with the extra points in the college entrance examination for his composition?

But it's also good to teach him something before going to bed and enjoy Hongxiu Tianxiang's night reading.

He didn't teach seriously, but Huan Ling studied seriously, but in a few days, he actually wrote an article by imitating the format of his short popular science essays.

The contents are exactly the calligraphy and paintings that Song Shi bought that day, and then secretly hid them on the upper shelf of the bookshelf.Although the writing is not very modern, the format is not regular enough, and there are still a lot of comparisons, more like policy theory than paper, but the content is still very detailed, and the angle is also very novel...

After all, in his opinion, they were all old-fashioned things that he didn't bother to read, but about Huan Ling looked at them quite fresh.

Uncle Song smiled meaningfully, raised his eyebrows and looked at Huan Ling, trying to see if he still had the lovely shyness on his face when he saw those calligraphy and paintings for the first time.

of course not.

Huan Ling said solemnly and calmly: "I am afraid that what I wrote for my brother is not enough...According to what you said, it should not be able to pass the draft. But it will be difficult for me to write better for a while, so it is better for Shi Guaner to revise it first." Fan, I watch how you modify it, and I can understand it myself."

Hearing him speak so seriously, Song Shi couldn't help but become serious, put away his small thoughts of molesting him, and beckoned him to sit beside him: "Sit here and watch, Teacher Song translated your article into Modern Chinese, by the way, I will correct the grammar and vocabulary for you."

Mr. Song, this is the last time he taught you the truth of body regardless of soul. You no longer call yourself uncle, but teacher again?

Huan Ling sat beside him with a smile, and said tolerantly: "Teacher, speak slowly, students are beginners, I'm afraid they won't be able to listen."

The two of them teach and study at night, enjoying the joy of the boudoir that others can't see or experience. They live a happy life, and unknowingly even improve the efficiency of their daytime work.

Huan Ling followed Ma Cheng's front line to investigate the fraud case of the military examination in Beizhili in the Gengzi Year, and was finally implicated in Ma Shangshu under the testimony of several fellow examiners and supervisors at the time. The chief examiner of the test, Zhao Yongdao, who is now the governor of Shandong Province, confronted him after entering Beijing.

On the thirteenth day of October, the King of the Zhou Dynasty officially left the palace. On the fifteenth day, a central decree was passed down from the ban to remove Ma Shangshu from the post of Minister of the Ministry of War, cut off the title of earl, and temporarily put him in jail.