Wang Xiao looked at Wang Zhen, feeling extremely unhappy.

This eldest brother seems to be calm and gentle, but he is actually such a scheming person. When he took the test on his poems in the morning, he was indeed a little abrupt. But he had an approachable, kind and friendly atmosphere, which made people feel lowered.

Be prepared.

But he clearly saw that he was not a moron, so why didn't he expose himself? He was indeed a very bad person who defrauded Cui of two hundred taels of silver. He couldn't be lenient just because he took away one hundred taels.

Right? That’s right, half of the stolen money was given to him...

In the lobby, some people covered their mouths in surprise, some were dumbfounded, and some were busy helping Cui and Wang Bao.

Wang Xiao and Wang Zhen looked at each other, as if they had a lot to say.

Wang Zhu looked at the two of them.

Then Wang Zhu seemed to understand, shook his head, and walked out first.

Ying'er didn't know what happened, and she didn't know why the master asked her those questions. But she had always cared about other people's rights and wrongs, and only cared about her young master. At this time, after listening to Wang Zhen's words, she nodded heavily.

, tears fell on his face again.

The eldest young master is his wife and his confidant.

Ying'er ignored the rules she had to abide by as a maid and stood up and said: "The eldest young master is right! The third young master never stays still. Madam Zu has said it a long time ago..."

Her voice was pleasant, but it had no aura at all, let alone persuasiveness. Soon her words were drowned in the discussion of everyone, and no one paid attention to her.

But she was still very happy. She raised her head slightly and looked at Wang Xiao: "Master, you are indeed a genius and can write such good words."

In fact, although she was literate and could read some books, she couldn't tell whether the two poems were good or bad. But anyway, it sounded pleasant to the ear, and it was made by the young master, so that meant it was 'that good'.

Wang Xiao turned his head and looked at Ying'er, feeling quite amused. He had just memorized two texts, but this girl looked like she had won an Oscar. Then she would be happy if she took out the test paper with a score of 100 points in the past.

What will it become?

"That's a poem written by Su Dongpo." Wang Xiao said.

Ying'er smiled and said, "Yes, it's the Su Dongpo in the young master's mind."

Wang Xiao didn't care about these things at first. Su Dongpo was just three words in the previous text. Therefore, his attention was quickly diverted.

"Ying'er is a crybaby." He said.

"Ying'er is not a crybaby."

If they were in their own courtyard, the two of them could talk about this topic for a long time, but it was obviously not possible in this lobby at this time.

Wang Xiao then reached out and wiped the tears from Ying'er's face.

Then he walked up to Wang Zhen and asked, "Brother, do you have something to tell me?"

This is a private chat invitation.

What was unexpected was that Wang Zhen actually declined the invitation.

"Let's talk tomorrow, I have a poetry meeting today." Wang Zhen said calmly.

Wang Xiao: "..."

Then Wang Zhen reached out and patted Wang Xiao's shoulder gently, smiled, and walked out.

Wang Xiao was speechless.

There is such a person. A moment ago he was boasting enthusiastically that he was a genius, but now he doesn't talk to himself about some important issues. Instead, he rushes to attend some poetry meeting just to hear others say bad things about Zhang Heng.

What is the difference between these scholars and the eighth grandmother?

So Wang Xiao had no choice but to return to his small courtyard with Ming'er.

After experiencing the scene in the morning, Wang Xiao found that he suddenly liked his small courtyard...

He originally planned to find an opportunity to announce that he was no longer demented, or that his intelligence had recovered. But now after Cui made such a fuss, he could only pretend to be demented for a while longer.

At least until the wind blows over.

So the whole afternoon, he stayed in the house talking, laughing and playing with Ying'er and Daozi.

Following Wang Xiao's suggestion, the three of them worked together to make a flying chess board, and Wang Xiao spent a long time introducing the rules of the game to the two girls.

At first, he paid attention to speaking in the tone of a five-year-old child, but Daozi was really a bit stupid. There were a few times when Wang laughed anxiously, but he actually spoke very fluently. Fortunately, the two maids were having so much fun that they didn't notice it at all.

After dinner, the three of them officially started playing, and they were quite happy.

When a candle burned out, Ying'er and Daozi reluctantly left Wang Xiao's room, yawning.

"I didn't read to the young master today." Ying'er muttered to herself as she went out, her tone somewhat remorseful and regretful.

Only then did Wang Xiao remember that he planned to study history books.

But how can studying be as interesting as playing Ludo with girls?

After waiting for a while, he heard no movement in the room next door, and got up quietly again.

Although it was a bit late today, he still wanted to meet Tang Qianqian and learn about the briquettes.

Unexpectedly, when I got under the courtyard wall, I saw that the wine jar that I had put in so much effort to build had actually been moved away, and even the items that could be stepped on had been moved away.

He groped under the courtyard wall for a while, and then sadly discovered that he couldn't climb the three-meter-high bare courtyard wall.

The stone table in the pavilion cannot be moved.

He kicked the stone table with great anger, turned around and walked towards the courtyard door.

Along the way, he was thinking about the two bastard concierges Wang Shiqi and Wang Shiba. Halfway through, Wang Xiao still shook his head, feeling that he couldn't handle these two bastards.

So he turned around and walked to the front yard.

The Wang family is very big, the front yard is far away, and the road is not straight. There are rockery pavilions here and there, and there are wall lights blocking them from time to time. After walking for a long time, Wang Xiao finally found the front door.

A big iron lock hangs there.

Wang Xiao sighed...

The moon and stars are sparse.

He walked back a little disappointed.

I don’t know how my coal business is doing.

After walking for a while, the third son of the Wang family realized that he was lost again.

He also visited some gardens in his previous life, such as the Humble Administrator's Garden in Suzhou and the Garden of the Master of the Nets, etc. It would have taken him a long time to walk there with the tour guide.

Of course, the Wang family is not comparable to this kind of famous garden passed down from generation to generation. The Wang family was expanded year by year and there was no plan. It was just big and messy.

At this time, everything was in vain, and there was not even a map, so Wang Xiao felt helpless.

As he walked, his eyes suddenly lit up.

I saw a bunch of wine jars outside the low wall of a small courtyard.

For some reason, he couldn't help but walked over, stretched out his hand and patted the shiny pottery lightly.

Do you want to move there?

A bit silly, right?

But who knows if Tang Qianqian is waiting to, um, talk to me about the coal business.

It was too stupid to move there, and I am still lost.

Wang Xiao shook his head mockingly.

The next moment, a small head suddenly poked out from the wall of the small courtyard.

"ah."

Wang Xiao was startled.

The other party was obviously shocked.

The two of them looked at each other, and then the other party called out in a sweet voice: "Third uncle?"

"Is your name Sisi? Sisi is good."
Chapter completed!