If you ask Xiao Yihong who is most afraid of? The answer is unexpected. He is neither his talented and wise father nor his beautiful mother, nor his professor's guidance on martial arts.
The person Xiao Yihong, who was reincarnated by Wu Quxing, feared the most in his life was Wang Huanzhi, who did not understand martial arts at all!
It turns out that although Yihong is naughty by nature, she has a very talented martial arts training and is extremely intelligent, so her cheap fathers who are good at martial arts, including Yin Luoqiu, are spoiled and spoiled by him so much that Yihong is not afraid of them at all.
But the so-called shortness of the ruler and strength of the inch. Although Yihong has a very high talent in martial arts, he is not so good at learning. However, as a master of the world, Wang Huanzhi is an absolute strict teacher and has very high requirements for his disciples. Therefore, Yihong was beaten to copy books and kneel on the stone slabs, which has become commonplace. Over time, Yihong became afraid of Wang Huanzhi in his heart. In front of him, he was like a mouse seeing a cat, respectful and did not dare to disobey at all.
Yuwen Qinglan did not listen to her son, but expressed great depression and confusion about Wang Huanzhi's words.
Wang Huanzhi smiled indifferently and said, "What's strange about this? Your Majesty didn't hear that, did the ancients have the custom of changing children and teaching them? Their biological children are often not well educated because their parents are too spoiled. It's better to give them to friends for upbringing.
Yu Ling happened to pass by and heard their conversation, thinking: No wonder you can't teach your daughter well, but if you really want Yi Zi to teach, wouldn't Yuwen Qinglan want to teach Wang Siyi that rude woman? Yu Ling thought about the strange scene, and couldn't help but feel cold all over her body, and she shivered. It's better to stop talking about this topic.
So Yu Ling walked over and smiled at Wang Huanzhi and said: Huanzhi, do you know what day tomorrow is?
Wang Huanzhi smiled: Of course, I know that tomorrow will be the third day of the third month.
It seems that although you live in seclusion in the mountains, you have not forgotten the world!
Yu Ling joked, took out an invitation from her sleeve and handed it to Wang Huanzhi. Look, this is the invitation letter from the poetry meeting given to you by someone else.
Since Wang Huanzhi settled in seclusion here, famous people came to him from time to time, asking him to savor poems and lyrics, or wanting to make friends with him, but Wang Huanzhi declined politely and did not want to be involved in the world. The more mysterious he acted, the more it aroused the world's admiration for famous scholars, and various invitations were endless.
Wang Huanzhi pulled out a thin piece of five-color flower paper with his slender and fair fingers. After reading the lines of flying dragons and phoenixes on it in ten lines, he wanted to refuse as usual, but when he saw Yu Ling's slightly curious big eyes, he suddenly changed his mind and said with a smile: Tomorrow's festival will definitely be very lively. Will Ling'er be willing to go out for a trip with me?
Before Yu Ling could answer, Yihong, who was standing beside him, suddenly interrupted: Master, mother, you can take me with you too? I promise to be obedient.
Wang Huanzhi calmly glanced at Yihong who was looking forward to his expectation and said: Have you copied the "Quick Snow Invitation"?
Yihong immediately looked like an eggplant hit by frost, lowering his head and silently. Yuwen Qinglan felt a little embarrassed to see it, but when she remembered what Wang Huanzhi said just now, she sighed and kept silent.
When Yu Ling was still the princess, she knew that literati and scholars often found a place of elegant scenery during the festival, drinking and chanting poems, and singing water and drinking, which was so unelegant! Unfortunately, as a daughter, she did not have the opportunity to participate in such a grand event, and she has always felt sorry for her. Now that Wang Huanzhi is willing to take her there, she is naturally happy to open her eyes.
Yuwen Qinglan looked at Yu Ling's eyes and knew that she must have wanted to go. Thinking about Yu Ling's children every day for so long, it's very hard, and she should have a holiday to relax. So she said considerately: Then you go out to play tomorrow, I will take care of Hong'er at home, but you must pay attention to safety, go early and come back early
The next day, Wang Huanzhi saw Yu Ling pushing out the door and suddenly felt her eyes lit up. She tied her hair and fixed it with a white jade hairpin. She wore a sky blue wide-sleeved gown and a red sandalwood clogs. With this modification, she suddenly turned into a handsome and elegant boy.
How is my outfit?
Yu Ling pulled Wang Huanzhi's long sleeves and asked nervously
It's beautiful, Pan Lang's rebirth is just like that
Wang Huanzhi curled his lips and said
Yu Ling's pretty face turned red and said coquettishly: You will make fun of others! When they walk with you, you can't be compared to the soil, right?
She took the opportunity to look at Wang Huanzhi, and saw him wearing a moon-white wide-sleeved long gown, with orchid embroidered with cuffs, looking as beautiful as jade and elegant as a charming person.
Wang Huanzhi smiled but didn't say anything. He took her little hand and got on the high carriage at the door, heading towards the place where the poetry meeting was held.
The tradition of the Shangsheng Festival has a long history. According to legend, on the third day of March, people often gather in groups to drink and play at the waterside. They are very lively.
The car Wang Huanzhi and Yu Ling were not luxurious, but they were too outstanding in character. The car was walking through the bustling streets and received from time to time the Autumn Bo from the women. Wang Huanzhi was obviously commonplace with such scenes. He looked straight and calm, and sat upright Yu Ling felt both novel and proud. He smiled and nodded to the girls who showed goodwill, and greeted them frequently, which attracted countless admiring gazes.
Suddenly, a young girl of sixteen or seventeen years old on the roadside rushed over with a blushing face. Yu Ling didn't have time to react, but the girl quickly threw a peach at him. Yu Ling subconsciously shrank her neck and avoided the blow.
It was like poking a hornet's nest. The big girls, little wives and old ladies around were all out. All kinds of fruits and flowers hit me like hail, Yu Ling was stunned and hugged her head in a mess. It was still Wang Huanzhi who was calm in the face of danger. He immediately ordered the coachman to whip his horse and quickly escape from the out-of-control scene.
The car rushed for hundreds of meters and finally got out of danger. Yu Ling was still in shock and asked in confusion: What's going on?
Wang Huanzhi glanced at Yu Ling helplessly and said: Haven't Ling'er ever heard of the story of "throwing fruits and raising the car"? Nowadays, when a woman sees a beautiful man who is happy, she will throw it with fruits to show her love. This move has no malicious intentions.
Pan Lang threw fruit and killed Wei Jie. Yu Ling had naturally heard these stories before, but she had lived in seclusion for a long time and almost forgot about such customs. Thinking of the danger she had just experienced, she couldn't help but stick out her tongue, thinking with lingering fear: That beautiful young man Wei Jie was probably not seen by the onlookers, but was killed by these flowers and fruits?
Looking at Wang Huanzhi, who was surrounded by a calm face, with a light wind and a light collar, Yu Ling couldn't help but admire him secretly. The demeanor of the famous scholars of the first family in the world was indeed not a fame! Thinking of such a beautiful man belonging to her, Yu Ling couldn't help but feel happy. Her little hands under her long sleeves were entangled with Wang Huanzhi.
How could her little thought escape Wang Huanzhi's magical eyes? Wang Huanzhi just smiled and held her tenderness back with his backhand.
The person Xiao Yihong, who was reincarnated by Wu Quxing, feared the most in his life was Wang Huanzhi, who did not understand martial arts at all!
It turns out that although Yihong is naughty by nature, she has a very talented martial arts training and is extremely intelligent, so her cheap fathers who are good at martial arts, including Yin Luoqiu, are spoiled and spoiled by him so much that Yihong is not afraid of them at all.
But the so-called shortness of the ruler and strength of the inch. Although Yihong has a very high talent in martial arts, he is not so good at learning. However, as a master of the world, Wang Huanzhi is an absolute strict teacher and has very high requirements for his disciples. Therefore, Yihong was beaten to copy books and kneel on the stone slabs, which has become commonplace. Over time, Yihong became afraid of Wang Huanzhi in his heart. In front of him, he was like a mouse seeing a cat, respectful and did not dare to disobey at all.
Yuwen Qinglan did not listen to her son, but expressed great depression and confusion about Wang Huanzhi's words.
Wang Huanzhi smiled indifferently and said, "What's strange about this? Your Majesty didn't hear that, did the ancients have the custom of changing children and teaching them? Their biological children are often not well educated because their parents are too spoiled. It's better to give them to friends for upbringing.
Yu Ling happened to pass by and heard their conversation, thinking: No wonder you can't teach your daughter well, but if you really want Yi Zi to teach, wouldn't Yuwen Qinglan want to teach Wang Siyi that rude woman? Yu Ling thought about the strange scene, and couldn't help but feel cold all over her body, and she shivered. It's better to stop talking about this topic.
So Yu Ling walked over and smiled at Wang Huanzhi and said: Huanzhi, do you know what day tomorrow is?
Wang Huanzhi smiled: Of course, I know that tomorrow will be the third day of the third month.
It seems that although you live in seclusion in the mountains, you have not forgotten the world!
Yu Ling joked, took out an invitation from her sleeve and handed it to Wang Huanzhi. Look, this is the invitation letter from the poetry meeting given to you by someone else.
Since Wang Huanzhi settled in seclusion here, famous people came to him from time to time, asking him to savor poems and lyrics, or wanting to make friends with him, but Wang Huanzhi declined politely and did not want to be involved in the world. The more mysterious he acted, the more it aroused the world's admiration for famous scholars, and various invitations were endless.
Wang Huanzhi pulled out a thin piece of five-color flower paper with his slender and fair fingers. After reading the lines of flying dragons and phoenixes on it in ten lines, he wanted to refuse as usual, but when he saw Yu Ling's slightly curious big eyes, he suddenly changed his mind and said with a smile: Tomorrow's festival will definitely be very lively. Will Ling'er be willing to go out for a trip with me?
Before Yu Ling could answer, Yihong, who was standing beside him, suddenly interrupted: Master, mother, you can take me with you too? I promise to be obedient.
Wang Huanzhi calmly glanced at Yihong who was looking forward to his expectation and said: Have you copied the "Quick Snow Invitation"?
Yihong immediately looked like an eggplant hit by frost, lowering his head and silently. Yuwen Qinglan felt a little embarrassed to see it, but when she remembered what Wang Huanzhi said just now, she sighed and kept silent.
When Yu Ling was still the princess, she knew that literati and scholars often found a place of elegant scenery during the festival, drinking and chanting poems, and singing water and drinking, which was so unelegant! Unfortunately, as a daughter, she did not have the opportunity to participate in such a grand event, and she has always felt sorry for her. Now that Wang Huanzhi is willing to take her there, she is naturally happy to open her eyes.
Yuwen Qinglan looked at Yu Ling's eyes and knew that she must have wanted to go. Thinking about Yu Ling's children every day for so long, it's very hard, and she should have a holiday to relax. So she said considerately: Then you go out to play tomorrow, I will take care of Hong'er at home, but you must pay attention to safety, go early and come back early
The next day, Wang Huanzhi saw Yu Ling pushing out the door and suddenly felt her eyes lit up. She tied her hair and fixed it with a white jade hairpin. She wore a sky blue wide-sleeved gown and a red sandalwood clogs. With this modification, she suddenly turned into a handsome and elegant boy.
How is my outfit?
Yu Ling pulled Wang Huanzhi's long sleeves and asked nervously
It's beautiful, Pan Lang's rebirth is just like that
Wang Huanzhi curled his lips and said
Yu Ling's pretty face turned red and said coquettishly: You will make fun of others! When they walk with you, you can't be compared to the soil, right?
She took the opportunity to look at Wang Huanzhi, and saw him wearing a moon-white wide-sleeved long gown, with orchid embroidered with cuffs, looking as beautiful as jade and elegant as a charming person.
Wang Huanzhi smiled but didn't say anything. He took her little hand and got on the high carriage at the door, heading towards the place where the poetry meeting was held.
The tradition of the Shangsheng Festival has a long history. According to legend, on the third day of March, people often gather in groups to drink and play at the waterside. They are very lively.
The car Wang Huanzhi and Yu Ling were not luxurious, but they were too outstanding in character. The car was walking through the bustling streets and received from time to time the Autumn Bo from the women. Wang Huanzhi was obviously commonplace with such scenes. He looked straight and calm, and sat upright Yu Ling felt both novel and proud. He smiled and nodded to the girls who showed goodwill, and greeted them frequently, which attracted countless admiring gazes.
Suddenly, a young girl of sixteen or seventeen years old on the roadside rushed over with a blushing face. Yu Ling didn't have time to react, but the girl quickly threw a peach at him. Yu Ling subconsciously shrank her neck and avoided the blow.
It was like poking a hornet's nest. The big girls, little wives and old ladies around were all out. All kinds of fruits and flowers hit me like hail, Yu Ling was stunned and hugged her head in a mess. It was still Wang Huanzhi who was calm in the face of danger. He immediately ordered the coachman to whip his horse and quickly escape from the out-of-control scene.
The car rushed for hundreds of meters and finally got out of danger. Yu Ling was still in shock and asked in confusion: What's going on?
Wang Huanzhi glanced at Yu Ling helplessly and said: Haven't Ling'er ever heard of the story of "throwing fruits and raising the car"? Nowadays, when a woman sees a beautiful man who is happy, she will throw it with fruits to show her love. This move has no malicious intentions.
Pan Lang threw fruit and killed Wei Jie. Yu Ling had naturally heard these stories before, but she had lived in seclusion for a long time and almost forgot about such customs. Thinking of the danger she had just experienced, she couldn't help but stick out her tongue, thinking with lingering fear: That beautiful young man Wei Jie was probably not seen by the onlookers, but was killed by these flowers and fruits?
Looking at Wang Huanzhi, who was surrounded by a calm face, with a light wind and a light collar, Yu Ling couldn't help but admire him secretly. The demeanor of the famous scholars of the first family in the world was indeed not a fame! Thinking of such a beautiful man belonging to her, Yu Ling couldn't help but feel happy. Her little hands under her long sleeves were entangled with Wang Huanzhi.
How could her little thought escape Wang Huanzhi's magical eyes? Wang Huanzhi just smiled and held her tenderness back with his backhand.
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