Heroine’s Road to Becoming Scum

In the end, Lu Zhihan smiled and took his children into the carriage, and by the way, he pulled back the good stuff of the carriage. The grandpa saw him off with a stinky face, waved at him, his face was impatient, and then he lay on the window to ask Qinghuan. "A-Nan really doesn’t stay here? When the Lantern Festival arrives in more than ten days, your brothers are going to see the lanterns. Didn’t you say that you want to go out to see them too? Will you go back after watching the lanterns?"

All his sons are in his family, and the whole Guogong Mansion is prosperous and declining.

Qing Huan shook her head and grabbed Lu Yangzhi's fingers: "I will go with my brother."

The cousins ​​who heard this were heartbroken. How many years of their friendship... How long has this little white face become her brother? This is too fond of the new and tired of the old!

Lu Zhihan didn't dare to delay any longer. He was really afraid that the old country father would come out for a while and force him to keep his daughter behind, so he simply asked the driver to hurry up and didn't dare to stay for half a second. The grandfather of the country looked at his ass-burning virtue, and couldn't help but want to say that it was not like this when you asked my sister to marry me. Do you remember that you didn't leave when you drove you?

The old man who successfully saw the baby granddaughter was brought back was also happy. The old lady still exaggerated the grandson in front of everyone. Lu Yangzhi was a little embarrassed about the boasting. Is he so good? How can he be with the old lady? He looked like a little fairy in his eyes.

After the first day of the new year, Qing Huan is still staying at home. She said that she would go out to watch the lanterns during the Lantern Festival. Now she has to take care of her body carefully so that she can have a good night. Lu Yangzhi was taken to study by the old lady in the next few years. She followed with nothing every day, but with limited energy, she couldn't sit at the desk for a few hours like Lu Yangzhi.

The old man was once again amazed by this grandson’s talent. He also said that his characters are as ugly as ghosts. Who knows that Lu Yangzhi can sit at the table and study without distractions. After finishing his homework, he is still at ease. Calligraphy! It only took more than ten days to write a good character with a strong sense of style, and even learned a few fonts with the little granddaughter. The old grandfather has taught countless students in the world. Some of his aptitude is foolish, diligent and extremely clever. But the two juniors in his family are smart enough to compete with each other, and they can draw inferences from one another and call him this pavilion. The old teacher really has no sense of accomplishment.

Especially the little granddaughter, it is a pity that she gave birth to a daughter, otherwise she will shine on the lintel of the Lu family, I am afraid that she will not be lacking. The old lady has not accepted disciples for many years, but in the past few years, people have been hoping that he can accept disciples, so he has also met a few, but none of them can compare with his own A-囡. It is really a blessing for Zhihan to have this son and a daughter.

It was the Lantern Festival soon. After eating a bowl of glutinous rice **** by himself, Lu Yangzhi went to change the clothes he went out and prepared to take the little girl who had never visited Huajie. Except for the two elders, the entire Lu family simply "came out of the nest." Lu Zhihan was not worried about the pair of children, so he followed him personally. Seeing Lu Yangzhi took the initiative to carry A-Nan on his back, his heart felt sour.

This son is good everywhere, smart, sensible and filial, but he is always robbing A-Nun with him as a father. If this point can be improved, then he is a real good son!

Qing Huan lay on Lu Yangzhi's back, wearing a hat, and a pair of white rabbit fur gloves on her small hands. It was not cold at all. The streets are very lively with people coming and going, lanterns are hanging on the long street, and the river is full of girls and boys with lights, everyone is happy and happy. She breathed on Lu Yang's back, and he walked very steadily step by step, asking her if she was tired, hungry, and thirsty, if she wanted to rest, and if there was anything she liked, and asked Dad to buy it.

Why did he have no money?

It was really tiring to walk halfway through. Lu Zhihan took them to a prestigious restaurant. It is said that the roast chicken here is a must-do. He had come to eat it a few times during a private visit to Weifu today. They came just by coincidence. The first table of guests had just left, and they happened to vacate the wing room, and they were still near the bank of the river. Looking down from here, you can just see the people who set off the lights by the river not far away. The sound of silk and bamboo is heard from the paintings on the river, and there are faint women singing softly, which makes the Lantern Festival seem a bit lively.

Roast chicken is the signature dish, and it is naturally the first to be served. The skin has been roasted brown and crisp, and the skin is peeled away with chopsticks, revealing the steaming and savory meat. Lu Zhihan personally solved the chicken, two fat chicken legs, one for his son and daughter, he poured wine for himself, but suddenly saw a woman on the small bridge with an umbrella and lantern. He never put the lantern in his hand, just standing on the bridge, surrounded by people. Mottled, but she was full of loneliness and frustration. It was the liveliness of others that set off the desertedness. The joy of others made her lonely even more obvious and very artistic.

Qing Huan also saw it. She ate the chicken thighs that Lu Yangzhi had torn apart, and she couldn't get her hands dirty at all. The oil-paper umbrella blocked the woman's face, but that figure and sorrow did not need a beautiful face to embellish it. She even popped her head to look, and Lu Yangzhi patted her arm. This appearance was a coincidence. Someone also appeared in the wing next to her, and she was surprised when they met: "You, you are not The girl from Taifu Lu's house!"

Lu Zhihan heard it and glanced at it and suddenly laughed: "You bastards, you haven't been so clever in studying." The last time they saw A-Nan was half a year ago, and he didn't expect to remember.

The next room was the sons of the current emperor, who were all taught by Lu Zhihan. At this moment, I saw Lu Zhihan and all rushed over to greet him. This dynasty pays attention to respecting the teacher and respecting the Tao. If the father knew that they had met Lu Taifu but did not say hello, he was afraid that his leg would be broken.

Qing Huan sat on Lu Yangzhi's lap, not interested in these princes, but rather interested in the only girl among them.

It was not just a few princes who came to greet them, but also their respective companions. Among them, the companion of the seventh prince brought a younger sister, who was the only little girl. She was generous and not afraid of life. After the other people greeted her, she bowed to Lu Zhihan in a decent manner, which was quite decent.

Upon closer questioning, she knew that she was the sister of the seven princes who studied with her. Her father was Yushi Zhongcheng, whose surname was Ni, and her single name was elegant.

...That strange feeling came again, when Ni Ya looked at it, it was no different from being looked at by Lu Chunrong. Although they tried their best to conceal anything, a child of this age could hide anything, and they would tell people to look out if their eyes were wrong.

Is there anything in her that they are trying to do?

If it does, it will only be Lu Yangzhi. Qinghuan knows that Lu Yangzhi has a boundless future in the future because she knows this person and what this person is capable of, but whether it is Lu Chunrong or Ni Ya, how did they know? How can you predict the future at a young age?

The answer is almost ready.

But nothing happened right now, and Qing Huan didn't speak. She still went to see the woman standing on the bridge. There was a crowd around her, but the woman stood still, as if the happiness in the world had nothing to do with her. Qing Huan suddenly remembered a poem, and pulled Lu Yangzhi's hand and said, "Brother, have you seen that sister?"

Lu Yangzhi glanced at it casually, humming, but nothing touched.

"I have a word, would you like to listen to it, brother?" Qing Huan asked Lu Zhihan again, "Daddy?"

"A-囡 want to write a lyrics?" Lu Zhihan's eyes lit up, "Daddy had to order someone to send me paper and pen to record it."

"It doesn't have to be like this, it's just this situation. I think of a poem that I have read in an ancient book. If there is such a poem, how I can make it is just a trick."

The princes also looked at her enthusiastically. They just saw the woman in the wing next door. They thought it was very artistic and wrote poems. Unfortunately, they were almost a bit too close. At this moment, they heard Taifu Lu’s daughter say that they remembered one after another. For the first time, I can't help but want to listen to it.

Qinghuan has traveled to many worlds, met many people, and naturally read many books. But the scene before her suddenly reminded her of a fellow named Ouyang Xiu in a world. This person is good at writing prose and has a very high achievement in poetry, because she likes it, she memorizes everything.

In detail, it is a word called "Sheng Chazi".

At Yuan Ye last year, the flower market lights up like the day. The willow heads slightly on the moon, and people meet after dusk.

At Yuan Ye this year, the moon and the light are still the same. No one from last year, tears wet the sleeves of the spring shirt.

Take a closer look. The woman is wiping away her tears with her sleeve. This situation is really several times higher than the few limericks written by the princes. Lu Zhihan liked it very much. He asked Xiao Er to send a pen and paper to write down the words. But the poet Ouyang Xiu has never heard of it. It is probably lost, but this one alone is enough to be famous. Later generations will remember.

Qing Huan was holding his chin, her dad was extremely elegant, and she really wanted to bring all the poetry collections of other worlds to him to study. That was a huge spiritual food.

"Huh?" The paper with words and sentences passed through the hands of the seventh prince, and he was stunned. "This poem..." He looked at Ni Ya. "Isn't Ya'er doing it?"

Ok? ? ?

Qing Huan was stunned for a moment, and everyone else was stunned, and looked at Ni Ya together.

Ni Ya suddenly yelled badly, her face changed, and she quickly explained: "His Royal Highness is afraid that I remembered it wrong. Ya'er also accidentally read this poem. I thought it was beautiful, so I wrote it down, maybe It is the same person who reads with the Lu girls."

This explanation is quite reasonable, but Qinghuan knows that she is purely farting.

How could there be Ouyang Xiu in this world?