Uncle's First Favorite Concubine

Chapter 420 Tang San broke up

On this day, as soon as Xiao Liu woke up, Yang Feifei came: "Xiao Liu, from today onwards, you don't have to go to the Imperial College for classes."

"Really?" Xiao Liu was so happy that he almost flew up.

"Well, my mother invited you a husband, and I will take classes at home from now on. I will learn poetry every morning and female celebrity in the afternoon; I will learn to play the piano every Tuesday morning and sing and dance in the afternoon; I will learn painting in the morning and cooking skills in the afternoon... ..."

"God!" Xiao Liu fell out of bed and couldn't get up no matter what her mother tried to do.

"Mr. has arrived. You have to go if you want to go, or you have to go if you don't." Yang Feifei stood by the bed, waved her hand, and called the maids.

"You take care of the good lady to freshen up and take care of her. If anyone dares to let the young lady go, I will skin her!"

When Yang Feifei went out, the bodyguards, hidden guards, servants, and gatekeepers all greeted her, and Xiao Liu was not allowed to leave the house.

Xiao Liu lay on the bed, wanted to cry but couldn't cry, "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo up up

Tang San has been depressed for the past few days, looking at the post in his hand, he immediately tore it to pieces.

"Third Young Master, there is a maid outside the mansion who asked Young Master to go to Wangjiang Tower to discuss something important."

The boy came in to deliver a message.

"Tell her to go!" Tang San roared angrily.

"The girl left after she finished speaking, and didn't stay."

Tang San slapped all the teapots and bowls on the table to the ground, crackling.

Finally got up angrily and went to Wangjiang Tower.

"Yi Shi, you're here. I've called you these few days, why don't you come out, is it because the family has a lot of business?" Seeing Tang San coming, Li Xun Huan hurriedly stood up to greet him.

Tang San avoided, and went straight into the room, "If you have anything to say, please tell Ms. Li, after you finish speaking, don't look for me anymore!"

He stood there indifferently and did not sit down.

Li Xunhuan's tears fell immediately: "Why? Why are you so indifferent to me all of a sudden, what did I do wrong?"

Seeing her crying, Tang San felt a sudden pain in his heart, but as soon as he thought that her father was the murderer who hurt Xiao Liu, he calmed down.

"Miss Li didn't do anything wrong. I did it wrong. We don't have this fate. If Miss Li has nothing to say, then I will leave!"

"Wait a minute!" Li Xun Huan called to stop him.

"What else is there for Miss Li?"

Miss Li, when did they become so unfamiliar?

Li Xunhuan red-eyed: "I wish Mr. Tang San a good wife and happiness!"

He must be getting married. The princess has already said that his mother is looking for candidates for him. She probably doesn't like her. Either way, she blesses him.

Tang San was a little strange, but didn't go into details: "Thank you!"

Her father was the murderer who killed Xiao Liu, how could he have anything to do with the murderer's daughter!
Turn away.

Li Xunhuan watched his leaving back, and burst into tears: "Woooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo..."

"Miss, don't cry, he is just a heartbroken man, it's better to see clearly sooner!"

Xiao Liu listened to the old man with white beard talking about history, citing scriptures in every poem, talking for a long time, which made her dizzy.

"Teacher, do you think these poets have nothing to do when they are full, and they can explain things clearly in one sentence. Why do they write poems, and they have to be recited and studied by future generations? Isn't it embarrassing?"

Holding his chin, he looked at the teacher suspiciously.

"Don't talk nonsense. These are ancient famous lines written by literati and poets. How can you slander them? These are all classics and should be praised by the world!" The teacher corrected with a frown.

"Tch, not all winners are kings and losers are bandits. How many good people have been slandered as bad people since ancient times? Whether this poem is a good poem or not has to be judged by the living, so I don’t think it’s a good thing, so I don’t want to learn it!”

(End of this chapter)