Mengfei Qiqi

Chapter 365 The Adopted Daughter of the Prime Minister's Mansion 5
Of course, Ye Chengan definitely wouldn't say these words to Ye Qiqi. If Mo Hanqing found out that he was talkative for a while, then he probably wouldn't even know how he died.

Mo Xiuzhu looked at Murong Hongyu, tapped the fan on the table, and said with emotion: "It's dark, it's too dark..."

"Yes." Murong Hongyu nodded in agreement.

Ye Qiqi looked at the two of them suspiciously and asked, "What is too dark?"

"Oh, I mean, the robe Hong Yu is wearing today is really too dark." Mo Xiuzhu turned his head and said to Ye Qiqi with a smile.

Ye Qiqi looked at him, then at Murong Hongyu, always felt that something was wrong with what he said, but couldn't tell what was wrong.

"By the way, Qiqi." Mo Xiuzhu thought for a while, then suddenly said, "I'll call you Qiqi from now on, shall I? Qiqi, are you good at these aspects of piano, chess, calligraphy and painting? "

"This..." Ye Qiqi frowned and thought about it, then shook her head innocently and said, "No, I'm best at martial arts."

"Uh..." Mo Xiuzhu was speechless for a moment.

Ye Chengan looked at the other two friends, then looked at Ye Qiqi and said, "Okay, okay, eat quickly, go back to the Prime Minister's Mansion with your brother after eating, a lot of homework is waiting for you."

"Can I... can I refuse??" Ye Qiqi twitched her lips, feeling that she might have a very hard time in the next few days.

"Yes." Ye Chengan nodded.

"Really?"

"Just pay Hanqing 80." Ye Chengan showed a bright smile at Ye Qiqi very unkindly.

"..."

The friends of beasts are indeed beasts! !
Ye Qiqi looked at his face with an unusual smile, and said something silently in his heart.

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The days passed quickly.

In the blink of an eye, it was time for Mo Hanqing to choose a concubine.

Early in the morning, Mo Hanqing, Mo Xiuzhu and Murong Hongyu rushed to the prime minister's mansion.

In the yard, Ye Qiqi was sitting at the stone table, listening carefully to the teacher sitting opposite her, while Ye Chengan was standing behind her, supervising her.

Hearing the sound of footsteps behind him, Ye Chengan turned his head and saw a few friends who entered the yard together at a glance.

Mo Hanqing, who was walking in the front, looked at Ye Qiqi expectantly, but asked Ye Chengan, "How's it going?"

"This..." Ye Chengan looked at Mo Hanqing in embarrassment, glanced at Ye Qiqi twice, then at Master, and said in a low voice, "Hey, it's not optimistic."

"What do you mean?" Mo Hanqing's delicate eyebrows were tightly frowned, and when she heard these words, her heart suddenly became cold.

"This morning is the last poetry class, but until now, she still can't fully recite the poems taught to her by the master." Ye Chengan sighed: "What's wrong with reciting poems, I guess there is no hope."

Mo Hanqing frowned, and remained silent for a moment, "It's not right to recite poems, but what about other things, anyway, those official ladies are not good at everything."

Ye Chengan stretched out his hand, pointed to the teacher opposite Ye Qiqi, and said helplessly, "This is the only teacher who doesn't dislike Ye Qiqi. The other teachers all ran away after teaching her two lessons." It's..."

　Today is over, good night, okay!To Ye Qiqi, those masters are like kindergarten teachers teaching postdoctoral fellows, hahahaha

　　
　
(End of this chapter)