Yao Anxin is not stupid. The old lady actually assigned her such an assignment. She would definitely not give her a flawless script.
There must be something unreasonable in the story that the old lady gave me.
So, where is this unreasonableness?
Oh, by the way, under what circumstances would a rich young lady meet her husband?
How many times has she met her husband?
How many times have you been alone together?
Under what circumstances would an unmarried girl be alone with a married man?
…
Yao An's thoughts surged out of his cocoon, and he felt like he had a lot of content to write when he started writing.
The maid came over after making the bed. She originally wanted to call the young lady to sleep, but she saw Yao Anxin leaning on the desk and writing non-stop.
"Miss, it's already very late. You have to go to school tomorrow. Otherwise, you can write again tomorrow?"
"Wait a minute, I'm going to sleep right away. I just had an idea, but I'm afraid I'll forget it until tomorrow." Yao Anxin lowered her head and did not raise it.
Maid: "..."
——No, it’s time for you to sleep!
——Miss, have you forgotten that you got up late last time and the servants in the yard were almost taken care of by the eldest lady?
Yao Anxin became more and more enthusiastic as she wrote, and she really felt like she didn't want to stop.
Sometimes, it's just like this, a spring of thoughts comes out like a pen. The more I write, the more I feel it, and the more I feel it, the more I want to write.
Because of this, Yao Anxin didn't want to stop, because she was afraid that once she stopped, she would forget about it the next day.
She was writing enthusiastically, but the maid next to her was extremely anxious.
Finally, at the urging of the maid, Yao Anxin did not finish writing and went to bed a little later than usual.
In her dream at night, Yao Anxin dreamed that she transformed into the white lotus in the story...
Of course, she is not as stupid as Bai Lianhua in the story, who just met a man and fell in love with him. The man she met was personable, advanced and retreated in a measured way, and acted calmly, and he was regarded as the best in the world.
The model of a gentleman.
It's a pity that you were born before I was born, and I was married before I was born with you. I hate that I was born at the same time, but I am happy with you every day.
Just like what happened in the story, Yao Anxin believed that she only abided by the etiquette of the boudoir and never made a wrong step. The friendship with that man was as gentle as water between gentlemen, and there was never any violation of the rules.
Even so, that man's wife still...
In a daze, Yao Anxin heard the maid's urging: "Miss, miss, don't sleep. Miss, it's already dawn. Get up quickly."
"If you don't get up, it will be too late!"
"Miss, get up quickly!"
…
Yao Anxin opened her eyes in a daze, and what caught her eye was Mo Xiang's familiar face.
When Yao Anxin saw how late the time was, she almost screamed in surprise. She quickly got up, got dressed, washed her face, and ate a few mouthfuls under the care of the maid, then hurriedly ran to school.
As for the storybook, luckily someone reminded her and sent a maid to deliver it to her mother before she left.
When Mrs. Yao saw the maid, she naturally wanted to ask a few questions about her daughter.
The maid didn't dare to say anything more, she just said that everything was as usual.
Mrs. Yao nodded, put the storybook aside, and finished other things first. She didn't have time to pick up the storybook and read it until after lunch.
On the other side, Gu Qingling received a letter from Li Wenchong.
Apparently, after she got angry when she broke in in the middle of the night that night, Li Wenchong knew something was wrong and changed it to "Hongxin Chuan Shu".
The letter started with an apology, saying he didn't mean it, and gave a good explanation.
Compared to him being deliberately "embarrassed" by her in front of her, the letter made it clearer and seemed to be sincere and sincere.
But it's a pity...
It's a pity that Gu Qingling wants to pretend to be stupid, so naturally she won't "admit it".
Therefore, the letter written by Li Wenchong was like a stone falling into the sea, without any response, and was directly put into the brazier by Gu Qingling and burned.
Li Wenchong: "..."
--what happened?
——Why didn’t she reply to my letter?
——Didn’t you receive it?
"It should be... not possible, right?" Qingzhu slightly raised his head to look at his master, and said hesitantly, "My slave gave it to me personally and put it on her table. She could see it when she got up early in the morning. There is no way she didn't receive it.
"
Li Wenchong glanced at him sideways: "What if she got up early and was busy and didn't see her?"
Qingzhu: "..."
——Okay, you are the master, you have the final say!
"Did you see her open the letter?"
Qingzhu: "...No."
"Isn't that right? You put it on the table. A normal person would get up early in the morning and run to the table to see if there is any letter or anything on it? Besides, she is not a scholar." Yue said, Li Wenchong
The more I feel that what I said makes sense.
I waited for a day and still didn't get a reply, maybe I just didn't see it.
He blamed Qingzhu: "You are so old and you still don't know how to do things. What use do I need you for?"
Qingzhu was very depressed.
He was once so good that Jin Yiwei was autistic and proud of his master, but he didn't expect that one day he would be disliked.
Sure enough, he was so blind that he forgot his true love.
Of course, he did not dare to say these words, so he could only lower his head and watch silently as Li Wenchong unfolded the letter and wrote another one.
——I just sent the letter last night, and I’m writing it now. Isn’t it too urgent?
——Didn’t I say that she might not see it when she got up early in the morning, but in the afternoon, evening... wouldn’t there be a chance to see it?
——Think about it, it’s normal for people to reply to you tomorrow and the day after tomorrow.
…
How does it feel when you are getting ready to go to bed in the middle of the night and suddenly a flying target passes by your ear?
Don't ask, just ask...
She wants to kill that damn guy!
Gu Qingling looked at the letter in her hand and wanted to grit her teeth.
She wanted to pretend she hadn't seen the previous letter, but she didn't expect Li Wenchong to be so impatient and sent someone to deliver another letter.
If that letter was normal and was placed on her desk, then this one almost bit her ear.
Gu Qingling seriously suspected that Li Wenchong wanted to kill her because she didn't reply!
In the letter, Li Wenchong not only asked her with concern why she didn't reply, he also told her clearly where he kept the letter he wrote before, reminding her to read it.
——Look at it!
——I’m an old woman, what’s the point of writing this kind of “love letter” to me?
——I am not a 28-year-old girl!
Gu Qingling took a breath and without saying a word, lit the letter with a candle and put it in the teacup to burn.
After burning it, I didn't forget to pour a cup of tea into the cup and poured it outside the window.
She is an old woman, so it would be better for her to have less "secrets".
That night, Li Wenchong slept particularly peacefully.
Because Qingzhu assured him again and again that Mrs. Yao would definitely see that letter.
He thought that when he got up tomorrow, he would receive a reply from that woman, right?
I don’t know what she will write?
Should I tell him how much I miss him, or should I apologize to him and say that I shouldn't have disbelieved him...
Li Wenchong smiled and said: When the time comes, he will have to take care of Qiao and let the woman know his identity.
