Xia Xiaodong saw that Miss Qin Si was in a hurry, so he was not polite to her and waved the spring scenery away.
"Why do you have to tell me so urgently?"
Xia Xiaodong asked, "It's okay to ask someone to bring me a message."
"No."
Miss Qin Si probably walked a little hastily, her face was red, and there were a few drops of sweat on her forehead: "I went to Sister Yizhen's place to appreciate the crabapples a few days ago.
Did you show up at the poetry meeting?
A topic only contains two words: "Confucius said" "Oh, right."
Um, that's not right.
Xia Xiaodong thought about it, didn't it mean that the person who made it would read it out and then everyone would comment?
Even so, usually the person who made the question would not be mentioned, except for those who intended to use it to form a relationship.
How come even Miss Qin Si knows the question she asked?
"Someone has figured out how he solved the problem."
Xia Xiaodong was still a little curious, thinking that the question would sink to the bottom.
"No."
When Miss Qin Si heard that Xia Xiaodong confessed this matter, she couldn't help but feel a little angry: "Sister Xiaodong, what did you do?
I think you usually know a lot of things, Jing Ke, Nie Zheng, Liancheng Jue, and Yan Zi, Why don’t you know about solving the problem?
Now you’re in trouble.”
Xia Xiaodong didn't understand at all.
"Master said Master, that means who said that.
Who generally refers to people like teachers and masters."
Miss Qin Si unknowingly said what Tang Guanyi said sarcastically that day: "You Just having the word "Confucius said" without saying the content of what others said is equivalent to nothing."
"That's good.
Throw up your sleeves and leave first.
Later, when Tang Guanyi got your question, he went crazy and called you an idiot and an embroidered pillow."
"Idiots still embroider pillows."
Xia Xiaodong suddenly laughed.
"You are still laughing."
Miss Qin Si became more and more anxious: "You have become a laughing stock.
You are still laughing." "" Thinking of Tang Guanyi's angry appearance, Xia Xiaodong couldn't stop laughing.
This effect is so sour and refreshing.
I thought that even if I couldn't detect leaks with Wang Ba Qi, I would at least be able to make a difference.
Otherwise, it would just be a dead end.
Little did I know that I got the nickname of "Idiot with an Embroidered Pillow".
"Really, don't laugh."
Miss Qin Si couldn't understand at all how Sister Xiaodong thought this was funny: "Today at Ruan San's place, someone mentioned this matter again.
They even gave you a nickname. ” Not enough idiots and embroidered pillows "What nickname?"
Xia Xiaodong really wanted to know.
"Xia Hua."
Miss Qin Si replied unhappily.
Xia Hua doesn’t seem to sound bad.
"I heard that summer insects can't talk about ice.
What do you mean by summer flowers?"
Xia Xiaodong asked humbly.
"Oh.
Sister Xiaodong, you are so forgiving."
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Looking at Xia Xiaodong's smiling face, Miss Qin Si lost her temper.
The other masters were not angry, so why should she be angry at herself.
"The meaning of Xia Hua.
One is that you don't know how to pretend to know and are lying.
The other meaning is that Xia Hua is only brilliant for a while and will fade away in the blink of an eye."
It sounds like vinegar.
Xia Xiaodong waved his hand and didn't pay attention: "Xia Hua sounds better than idiot, and better than Xia Chou and the like."
"You're really not angry."
Miss Qin Si looked at Xia Xiaodong's face carefully and could not find any sign of anger.
Xia Xiaodong shrugged his shoulders.
It seems just right.
Maybe it can be quiet because of this.
No matter whether it is the sixth prince or the ninth prince, it is not necessarily necessary to find an idiot concubine. hehe.
Since Xia Xiaodong is not angry.
Miss Qin Si immediately felt much at ease, and immediately thought of something else: "Sister Liancheng Jue Xiaodong, you promised to write it to me.
Don't forget it."
"Are I writing it to you or telling it to you?"
Xia Xiaodong really didn't remember what he promised.
"It's about writing it down for reading."
Miss Qin Si insisted: "I don't care.
Anyway, he sneaked over now.
I have to go back in a hurry.
Remember to write it.
I'm waiting to read it."
Well, okay.
Xia Xiaodong suddenly felt.
This may not be a way to make quick money, after all, the crepe will not be made until next year.
It would be a good idea to print some books and get some pocket money first.
"Your father is the minister of the Ministry of Industry, right?"
Xia Xiaodong made sure as he led Miss Qin Si out.
"That's right."
Miss Qin Si was not slow at all.
She walked around from Miss Ruan San's house to Moxiang Garden and then back home.
The distance was quite long.
"Then do you want to save some money for a dowry?"
"" Miss Qin Si stopped.
Although I am in a hurry, money is more important.
In the following days, Moxiangyuan was indeed very quiet.
Lu Yunzhi returned to the Lu family's mansion and did not come back.
He only sent someone a message, saying that the Lu family's uncle had suffered a stroke this time.
He was now in a coma and was in worrying condition.
It seemed that he would not be able to see Mo Xiang for a while.
Yuan came to live.
If something happens to a family in Lu, it will inevitably cause huge changes.
Behind this is the game of various forces and the division of interests.
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At this time, it is certainly appropriate for Lu Yunzhi to stay there.
Xia Xiaodong ordered everyone in Mo Xiangyuan to close the two corner doors of the main gate.
Except for arranging people to go out to do shopping and take out the garbage every morning, they would not go out at other times.
Anyone who goes out against the rules should stay outside.
No need to come back.
Everyone in Moxiangyuan still couldn't figure out this girl Xia's ways, but they were all obedient for the moment.
Xia Xiaodong is writing a storybook.
After all, times were different.
If the story of Jin Da Xia was copied directly, the writing style would seem to be incompatible with the popular books on the market.
Xia Xiaodong thought about it and simply decided to write it himself.
Isn't it just a stew of talented men, beauties and romantic knights?
It's almost enough to put together "Three Words, Two Shots, Seven Heroes and Five Righteousnesses" from the past and present.
In the Moxiang Garden, Xia Xiaodong was writing about his first encounter with Ling Shuanghua while admiring chrysanthemums, and his temporary escape from Ding Daxia when he encountered an assassin.
He was thinking about how to leave a suspense, so he ended the first volume here.
Ning Junwu came out of the polo field and was blocked by Qiao Qiaoer.
Ning Junwu, who had just played two games in a row, was still holding a long bat in his hand, his hair was wet with sweat, and he exuded a strong masculine aura.
He looked at Qiao Qiaoer who was coming towards him intoxicated.
This is a real man "Brother Ning" Qiao Qiaoer blinked her beautiful eyes and called Ning Erliu directly as eldest brother.
Anyway, eldest brother can be regarded as a general term.
"What's the matter?"
Ning Junwu glanced at Qiao Qiao'er and saw that she was wearing a Hu uniform that could be used for riding horses.
She seemed to be preparing to leave.
He asked casually: "Are you going to leave?"
Polo is a noble game, similar to golf on horseback, and can be played by both men and women but not mixed.
"Yeah."
Qiao Qiaoer felt her heart pounding and almost jumping out of her chest.
Brother Ning actually asked me if I was going to leave the game and would he watch me play: