The reborn sycophant

After dinner in the evening, Wan Qingyuan came to Wei Chu for a banquet.

"First banquet, you are going to study in the academy after all, and now you have offended most of the people, how will you gain a foothold in the future? I think it's better to take advantage of our song festival in a few days and invite everyone to a restaurant to get together , I will be a mediator to ease the relationship, okay?"

Under the luxuriant kapok tree in a corner of Wan Mansion, Wan Qingyuan, who was wearing a pale pink dress, looked at Wei Chuyan worriedly, hesitated, and told her her suggestion.

She is considered a big girl. Apart from studying, she also has to study female celebrities and practice piano skills in preparation for her marriage in a few years, so she doesn't go to school every day.What happened in the school today was what she heard from the servants assigned to Zhao Ji by the Wan family after they came back from the first banquet. She was two years older than the first banquet, and much older than Zhao Ji. Some things, Wei Chuyan and Zhao Ji didn't care about it, but Wan Qingyuan couldn't stop thinking about it.

The education she received since she was a child is to handle the relationship with other people skillfully. She already knows that her words and deeds not only represent herself, but also represent the Wan family. Therefore, whether she likes it or not, Wan Qingyuan They are all used to maintaining kindness on the surface.But Wei Chuyan didn't seem to have such worries at all, and he offended her husband and classmates all over the place. Wan Qingyuan was so sad when she heard about it, she regretted that she didn't go with them during the day Academy, otherwise at least the relationship between the two parties can be eased like last time.

This place is not far from Zhao Ji's courtyard. If you raise your eyes a little, you can see the two red lanterns hanging on the courtyard gate. The night has come, and the world is silent. In the deep night, only this light illuminates. A corner of the world was illuminated, and the warm light projected over. Wei Chuyan glanced at it for a few moments, thinking that Zhao Ji was still writing at his desk when he left with Wan Qingyuan, a small one, serious and hard-working, his expression changed. Be gentle.

"Those people can't make any waves, Qing Yuan, you're worrying too much."

Wan Qingyuan disagreed, she held Wei Chuyan's hand anxiously, and persuaded: "I know you don't care about them, but you can't be a lone person, right? Studying is not a day or two. You can fight against them for a day, but you can’t fight against your classmates for a year or two, so that you will not only be lonely, but also need to guard against them for a long time, isn’t this tiring yourself?”

At the first banquet, she raised her eyebrows and looked at Wan Qingyuan unexpectedly: "Does Qingyuan think that after what I said today, someone will come to trouble me again?"

"Well, even if they have retreated, you should know that those who can study in Wutong Academy and Class A are not the children of ordinary families. Although they are in Yulin, some of them have their roots in other counties. For example, the Wang Xuan who quarreled most fiercely with you today has someone in his family who ranks in the Jiuqing, and even my father has to respect him three points. If these people are offended severely, it will not be beneficial to your Wei family. Chuyan, you and I are both the sons and daughters of officials, so we should know that it is not a good thing for peers to fight against each other. In my opinion, one thing more is worse than one thing less. You have never had any deep hatred, so it is better to resolve it as soon as possible."

"Qingyuan, you also said that the juniors are just fighting against each other. There is no deep hatred. If the elders of their family listen to their words and trip up my Wei family, they will sit in a high position for nothing. They won't."

"How can you be sure they won't?"

Seeing that she didn't eat oil and salt, Wan Qingyuan became anxious, and tightly held Wei Chuyan's hand, eager to persuade her.

Wei Chuyan sighed, of course, because she was a high-ranking official in her previous life, and she knew better than anyone else that any unhappiness can be forgotten in front of real interests, let alone the relationship between juniors and others in the family. How about some friction?

These... are not easy to discuss with Wan Qingyuan.

"Silly girl."

Chuyan raised his hand and knocked Qing Yuan on the head.

Covering the place where she was knocked, Wan Qingyuan, who claimed to be the big sister, suddenly opened her eyes and looked at her in a daze, looking really silly.

"In short, I can't. I didn't beat them, and I didn't scold them. I just talked to them in a gentle manner. If they still use this as evidence to ask the elders in the family to teach me... Are they shameless? They didn’t win the argument outside, so they ran home and told their embarrassing things, and made adults laugh at themselves?”

"This......"

Wan Qingyuan was a little confused by what she said.

Wei Chuyan took the opportunity to pull his hand out of her hand, and patted her shoulder with a smile: "It's getting late, Qing Yuan, I should go back. Your Highness, she only allowed me a quarter of an hour."

She turned around and walked towards the small courtyard. Her long black hair was spread on her back, slightly rippling, covered with moonlight, like silver sand flowing in a long silent river.

She was still very small, and her figure was very thin, but her figure was quiet and steady, and she already had a reassuring taste.

Wan Qingyuan didn't react until she disappeared from sight, her fingers were still covering the place where she was knocked, and she curled her lips like a little girl who was bullied: "What, I obviously don't want to bow my head, so I said this Here comes the fallacy."

Smiling and cursing, she dismissed the thought of asking Wei Chuyan to make peace with others, lifted her skirt, and trotted after him.

"Third sister, how can she do this? It's just a few words, how can there be a time limit? You are not in jail at the first banquet."

Not a moment later, the girl's voice like a silver bell came from far away from the other side with the light.

There seemed to be a few cold whispers mixed in.

......

When sleeping at night, Zhao Ji sat at the head of the bed hugging the quilt, and looked at Wei Chuyan amusedly: "Did you really say that to Third Sister? She came to me just now and complained to me. You liar, you not only lied to me, but you also lied to the third sister? When did I say that you are only allowed fifteen minutes?"

The first banquet was laying out her own floor, and she couldn't help laughing when she heard the words: "Qing Yuan...is kind, but...it's really difficult. The master is the master, and at the critical moment, she protects the slave from the wind and rain. Only then does it show how tall the master is."

"I've only heard of slaves protecting their masters from wind and rain, but I've never heard of masters acting as slaves. Could it be that Wei Chuyan treats you as a slave differently from others?"

"Because the master of the first banquet is different."

If he wanted to, Wei Chuyan could easily smooth over Zhao Ji's temper. Sure enough, after hearing what she said, Zhao Ji hugged the quilt and stopped pressing her.

At the first feast, the bed was made, and all the extra lights were turned off, only one was kept according to Zhao Ji's habit. When he got under the quilt, he heard the girl on the bed say again: "Third Sister is rambunctious, let my Highness It's a big head to say. No, you have to make it up to me!"

Sitting in the quilt with legs curled up at Chuyan, she tilted her head and looked at Zhao Ji: "How do you want me to make it up, master?"

Under the gaze of those pitch-black eyes, Zhao Ji's small face slowly turned red.

She lowered her head and buried her face in the blanket.