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After she copied and recited for a few rounds, Mei Zihan looked at the sky that was almost dusk, so she stood up with her manuscript and wanted to leave.

"Tomorrow, I will give lectures here on time." He stopped at the entrance of the study, and the air conditioning sounded coldly, which attracted Youmeng to look up at each other. He did not look back at her, "If you don't want to continue, you can stop coming."

The reason why he was so picky about her and putting pressure on her is nothing more than wanting her to give up when she was in trouble?

Seeing him leaving indifferently, Youmeng pouted depressedly, thinking that there was no progress in the day, which was really annoyed.

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As the sky gradually darkened, Lan Ying squatted to Youmeng quietly, picked up the paper she copied aside, and said gently, "Where did you recite it?"

"I can only barely recite the tenth chapter..." Youmeng looked frowning and hugged her head with both hands, "Save me, Lan Ying! I can't carry it in... I'm going crazy..."

"The classics and history are more boring. Apart from understanding and memorizing and memorizing repeatedly, there is no trick that you can remember quickly." Lan Ying advised her with heartache, "I think it's almost done. Let's go and have dinner first, rest, and memorize the rest tomorrow."

"But tomorrow he will teach new things..." Youmeng put down her hand, as if she couldn't see the light of light and was unwilling to give up. "It's like a snowball, the more you pay, the more you credit it will be. I don't want him to look down on me!"

Lan Ying chuckled: "You are so fond of love now that you are just a fool, and you are very hard-working to impress your lover."

Youmeng suddenly felt like time was fleeting like sand between his fingers, and said anxiously: "You go and rest first, don't worry about me, I can't calm down if you are here."

Lan Ying stood up gently: "I'll go and ask the girls to get some food to bring you."

After she went out, Youmeng took a deep breath and continued to copy the next article.

Later, Han Lu went into the study and served her with a simple meal. When she came out of the pan cup, she went down the corridor and met Lan Ying. Lan Ying pointed to the house with her chin: "Where is the princess still memorizing the book?"

"Yes, I didn't listen no matter how I persuaded me." Han Lu looked back at the bright window, feeling a little amused and crying, "It's the first time I've seen her study so hard after following her for so long."

Lan Ying shook her head and sighed helplessly: "The power of love is so terrible."

After the two of them dispersed, the lights in Bowen's study were on all night.

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The next morning, Mei Zihan pushed open the study door with a cool hand, and the scene in front of him made him stunned-

Far from afar, Youmeng was actually lying on the desk and sleeping soundly. At her hands, on the desk, and on the ground, there were scattered paper pages full of words.

Looking at the broken wax burned on the candlestick, his heart trembled: She wouldn't copy and recite the book here all night, right?

He walked over lightly, picked up scattered paper for her, and looked at the above articles of "The Biography of Gu Liang" and felt mixed feelings.

He knelt down near her, and involuntarily raised his eyebrows and fell on her quiet sleeping face. His fickle facial features, which were once lively, became particularly peaceful in his eyes. It is not an exaggeration to use the poem "Lotus is like a face, willow is like eyebrows" on her. She really has a very delicate beauty, with the immatureness she should have at that age, and is sleeping ignorant of the world. This made him suddenly feel a little moved, as if a beautiful scenery was present in front of him.

Perhaps because he had watched it for a long time, his inner moral sense has increased again, and he was a little annoyed by himself: Why don’t you look at it if you don’t understand?

He turned his gaze guiltily, but his eyes fell on the page of paper pressed by her arms. The short two lines of words made him look shaking, and he intuitively felt that it didn't seem to be the sentence in "The Legend of Gu Liang". He was curious to look over and wanted to see what she wrote, but Youmeng became conscious at this time. Her eyelashes twitched slowly opened her eyes, subconsciously raised her head but just knocked over Mei Zihan's chin. The impact made her strange. She wondered and turned around but was stunned for a moment.

The face I thought about day and night was so close that it seemed as if a wisp of fireworks burst out, stranded in the moment when I looked at each other, everything was silent.

Shuangshuang just watched it like this, the scene was very awkward at one time...
Chapter completed!