Chapter 1312

"It turns out that dad is kissing his mother again. Why don't you go back to the house in broad daylight!" Nalan Changyi tilted his head and said with great interest.

Liang Yuyan behind him blushed and hurriedly pulled him: "don't look, Changyi, you're young, these shouldn't be you..."

Luo qingluan was shocked by her voice. She was red in the face and separated from Nalan night. She looked at her son and Liang Yuyan in front of her, and glared at Nalan night. She meant to say to him, now it's good to catch her son and don't lose face.

Regardless of cleaning up Nalan night, Luo qingluan pretended to be calm and walked over: "is Changyi hungry? My mother asked the kitchen to have dinner?"

"Wow, you can eat!"

Nalan Changyi cheered and ran to Nalan night. The latter gently touched his head and didn't blush at all about what had just happened.

It is also a scene of harmony. The whole family get together to eat, talk and laugh, laugh and laugh at the dinner table, there is no respect or inferiority of master and servant, no strict rules, no urgent matter

Luo qingluan is satisfied with a meal. Such a day is the best for her. The next day, Liang Yuyan sent Nalan Changyi to Tianxing hall.

Luo qingluan has told her what happened yesterday, but Liang YuYan's temper is not so good. When she left, she told Nalan Changyi: "Changyi, if the master still makes trouble for you, you'll come back and tell your aunt that my aunt will help you teach him a lesson."

Nalan Changyi shook his head, but disagreed: "thank you, aunt Liang. Don't use it. The master taught me a lesson. I didn't do something right. As long as I listen to the class well, the master won't swear."

"Still swearing?" Liang Yuyan listened to him and turned her mind to the master's curse. "It's hateful. Who dares to scold Changyi, aunt, I have to teach him a good lesson!"

Who dares to scold xiaoshizi after eating the bear heart leopard? Changyi was as distressed as his son. When she saw the big one from childhood, she was reluctant to make a heavy remark. Others dared to beat and scold, and she absolutely gave it back ten times.

I know Luo qingluan is writing a script these days, but even Liang Yuyan doesn't know what she is writing, only that she is busy. It fell to her to pick up Nalan Changyi most of the time. Liang Yuyan felt that she was duty bound for Changyi's stay in the Tianxing Museum.

As usual, he sent Nalan Changyi to the gate of Tianxing hall before the time of day. Liang Yuyan told him that he was afraid that his son would be treated unfairly because of his negligence.

It was almost time for class, and almost all the other children arrived.

Some saw Nalan Changyi and greeted him affectionately, while others ignored him and left with a cold look. It was completely inconsistent with their age and looked old. Another little girl was just sent by her family. Seeing Nalan Changyi at the door, she immediately ran over to say hello.

"Changyi, you're here too. Let's go in together?" The little girl who spoke was about six years old, with a ball head, an apricot dress, plain cloth shoes, a round face and big eyes.

Liang Yuyan asked, "Changyi, your classmate?"

The servant on one side immediately said, "our boss is the boss of Guizhi building. This is our miss."

Nalan Changyi also said, "aunt Liang, this is my classmate yu'er."

The girl named yu'er widened her eyes and stared at Liang Yuyan. She was very cute with a smile: "you are Changyi's aunt. My name is yu'er. How's aunt?"

Touching her head, Liang Yuyan liked the little girl: "she's so good. Come to class

Come on, you go in. After school, I'll pick you up again. "

As soon as yu'er was about to nod, her servants on one side quit and stared at Liang Yuyan with an alert face: "Miss, we're the only one who can pick up and take care of your family. Don't bother."

Oh, these people really have a temper!

Liang Yuyan turned around and wanted to do it, but suddenly remembered that it was not before. In front of her was the Tianxing hall, where the young master studied and had classes. And she is no longer living a life full of crisis. She needs to pay attention to her surroundings all the time.

Unwilling to give these ordinary people general knowledge, Liang Yuyan smiled faintly, waved to Nalan Changyi, watched him go in and left.

In the Tianxing hall, classes are held every day at Chenshi. A group of teachers also come at this time. They will never advance or delay.

Nalan Changyi and yu'er enter the class of green bamboo class, find their own position and sit down. The other 20 desks next to them are basically full. He is about the same age as him. There are men and women. The oldest is only nine years old and the youngest is four years old. He is not old, but because of his height, he is arranged in the penultimate row by the master.

Just sitting in his position, Nalan Changyi put down his schoolbag and listened to a half big ball nearby: "Changyi, you didn't get beaten yesterday?"

This man is his deskmate, Zhang Xiaobao. He is the only son of Zhang long, the boss of the largest rice shop in the city.

Zhang Xiaobao is five years old. In the same year as Nalan Changyi, he usually talks to him the most. It was Zhang Xiaobao who talked to him in class yesterday. He was almost caught by his master.

"No, my mother seldom hits me." Naran Changyi road.

"Oh, so you've been beaten?" Zhang Xiaobao became curious.

"No, I don't remember anyway."

As they were talking, a big fat man came over and slapped Nalan Changyi on the table: "Nalan Changyi, where's my homework?"

At the sight of the little fat man, Zhang Xiaobao shrunk his neck and hid behind Nalan Changyi: "it's Liang fat man!"

As soon as the words were out, the little fat man looked at him with his fat cheeks and a small face: "Zhang Xiaobao, who do you say and who is fat?"

Zhang Xiaobao dared not speak. Although the little fat man looked stunned, he was a bully of the green bamboo hall. No one wanted to annoy him.

The little fat man's name is Liang Dong. He is fat and big ears. Although he is only eight years old, he is tall enough to catch up with Nalan Changyi and far exceeds the others in the class. Although his mind was not very good and he stammered, his father was a prince who surrendered in the former dynasty of Beijun city. He was still granted Fengyuan marquis by the Western Chu emperor. He was rich and raised, as long as he didn't make trouble.

In a word, there are not ten or eight similar princes in the whole Beijun city. It happened that the Fengyuan Marquis was the most prestigious in the former dynasty. Now the former dynasty has collapsed and surrendered to the Western Chu state. The Fengyuan marquis is still carefree.

Because he was the richest and most obedient, he went to the capital to meet the emperor of Western Chu the year before last and got some rewards when he came back. Therefore, he was considered a dignified figure in Beijun city.

Now Liang Dong, the grandson of fengyuanhou, has been sent to the best university Tianxing hall. Naturally, he has become the boss of the class. Some dignitaries and colleagues of the previous dynasty still have contacts with each other, and his children naturally have friends.

Liang Dongping was held by people when he was called Liang Shizi. Now he is upset when Zhang Xiaobao calls him Liang pangzi.

At home, everyone is the name of the son of the world, and his mother cries "sweetheart" every day. He can't spoil it, which has further developed his arrogant temper.

After listening to Liang Dong's words, Zhang Xiaobao dared not speak up. He hid behind Nalan Changyi: "no, I didn't, didn't say, Liang Shizi, you heard wrong."

Seeing that the other party was so frightened by him, Liang Dong was also proud, and his attention fell on Nalan Changyi again.

Next to him, a child of the same age of seven or eight stood up and slapped the table heavily: "Nalan Changyi, Liang Shizi asked you something. Have you finished your homework?"

"Homework? What homework?" Nalan Changyi smiled, opened his schoolbag, took out a few pages of paper and put it in front of him, "mine is naturally completed."

"What about mine?"

Liang Dong was stunned and said loudly, "didn't you help me do it? You copied three words five times for the homework assigned by the master yesterday. Did you write it for me?"

Nalan Changyi shook his head: "no, it's not my business. Why should I do it?"

Liang Dong was immediately angry: "you didn't write to me?"

Zhang Xiaobao whispered aside, "I'm ashamed. I'm obviously the biggest in my class. It's a shame to let my younger classmates do their homework."

"What did you say? Say it again?"

Zhang Xiaobao immediately counseled: "no, no, I didn't say anything." He shrunk his neck and stopped talking.

Hum, Liang Dong stuck his waist and said with a straight face, "Nalan Changyi, you didn't write my homework for me. When the master asks, what should I do?"

What should I do? What's his business?

Nalan Changyi didn't care. He sat down and took the book out of his bag and put it on the table.

Just then, Liang Dong winked. The attendant next to him understood. He grabbed Nalan Changyi's homework and ran to one side to laugh: "ah, look who wrote this? Oh, it's so correct. I'm afraid he wants to be praised by the master?"

Then he grabbed the place where the name was written on the top and tore it quickly. He only heard a crash and tore a corner.

"Liang Shizi, here you are." The attendant handed Liang Dong the homework with the name torn off.

"Pa!"

Liang Dong slapped him: "if you tear it up, even if you hand it in, the master and the master will scold!"

Really, he's such a fool. How can he play with such a fool?

The attendant was silly. Zhang Xiaobao and the children around him also clapped their hands and laughed: "aha, it's torn, it's torn... It's useless, it's useless!"

Cough twice. Just then, a figure came in.

"Good teacher Zhang." All the children immediately dispersed in a swarm, and then the uneven children's voice sounded and bowed.

"Yes."

In an aging voice, a middle-aged man with half a hundred hair nodded and looked around at all the children in the green bamboo class, "well, are everyone here? Now start roll call."

"Zhang Donger."

"Here!"

"Li Qiu."

"Here!"

“……”

A moment later, the roll call was over. The middle-aged teacher was very satisfied. No one was late. It was good.

"Now, put yesterday's homework on the table and I'll check it one by one."

There was a Shua sound of paper. Children put out their prepared homework. Nalan Changyi looked at his homework, which was not only torn, but also placed on Liang Dong's table. For a time, he hesitated and didn't know whether to say it or not.