"What seniors aren't seniors? This is a boy named Yan Changtian. He is very serious and serious. He looks like a little adult, but he is childish and has not yet lost his milk taste. It feels interesting to see."

When Nie Xiaoqian saw that the little boy Yan Changtian seemed to be knowledgeable and polite, she laughed in her heart. She was also very brave than when she met a shepherd boy in the Black Wind Forest before, but the shepherd boy was peaceful and innocent, but he had a completely different temperament and style of dealing with things.

Yes, it is very impressive to read "The Analects of Confucius" in such places, and it is false to say that you don't understand the rules.

The little boy Yan Changtian mustered up the courage to say something tremblingly, and listened carefully with his erect ears. He heard no sound. He could only be deeply chilled in his bones. When he was afraid, he quickly gritted his teeth tightly, so that he did not let his teeth catch each other and fight.

"It's a child after all." Nie Xiaoqian thought to herself.

However, at this moment, even the adults who have eaten the courage of the bear heart and leopard will probably tremble.

"Yan Changtian, don't be afraid, I'll light the light now."

Nie Xiaoqian passed the school entrance exam and was very satisfied. Of course, she couldn't continue to pretend to be a fool. She didn't just come to scare the children.

Yan Changtian heard a crisp and pleasant voice coming from somewhere in the darkness. Although he opened his eyes wide, he still couldn't see his five fingers. However, his consciousness was relaxed and he calmed down. He quietly wiped the cold sweat from his forehead and asked respectfully: "You trespassed into your mansion, haven't you consulted the name of the senior Gao?"

Trespassing into your mansion? It was indeed trespassing into the ghost mansion.

Nie Xiaoqian smiled at the corner of her mouth, picked up the scythe placed under the short table and lit the oil lamp.

The lights were lit, and Yan Changtian looked at him anxiously. Sure enough, he saw a sister who was both quiet and swaying in the world a few feet away. For a moment, he felt that the entire dim cellar seemed to have become brighter because of this sister.

"In "Reply to Zhao Xing's Books", Wang Bai, a native of the Song Dynasty, said: He came from a distance and gave him treasure letters. The couplets were full of letters, and the light was shining. He originally thought that it was his predecessors' false words, but it turned out that there was something, but it was true that the predecessors did not deceive me."

Yan Changtian couldn't help but think in his heart.

However, he immediately started to blame himself again, not wanting to let him sweat in his heart. But for some reason, "Mencius" suddenly flashed through his mind, and finally he could only comfort himself like this: As for Xi Shi, everyone in the world knows its beauty. Those who do not know the beauty of Xi Shi are eyeless.

Therefore, although the Master said: Do not look at what is wrong, do not listen to what is wrong, do not speak what is wrong, do not move what is wrong, extend it even if you are wrong, do not think about what is wrong. But you have eyes and cannot force yourself to distort your original heart and cover your vision.

Yan Changtian had a battle between heaven and man in his mind, and the winner was decided in an instant. He calmed down, took two steps forward, bowed and said, "Boy Yan Changtian, I have met sir."

Although the cellar is deep and remote, it is clean and tidy, with all the pens, ink, paper, inkstone, piano, chess, calligraphy and painting, and even some works are broken. It should be the "study room" of this pretty sister in front of him. When he was reading "The Analects of Confucius", he could see the refreshing and deafening reading notes from time to time, so the sister in front of him was very knowledgeable.

If you have great knowledge, you are naturally a senior or a gentleman. He cannot call him a sister just because he is young, but instead holds the etiquette of his juniors, which is the etiquette.

As for why the senior chose the study in such a hidden and simple cellar, the great sage Mr. Sima compiled the "Zizhi Tongjian" in the cellar, and as a junior, he was even more reluctant to discuss it.

In fact, Yan Changtian doesn’t have to blame himself. He is still young, so he has no real evil thoughts or any inappropriate thoughts in his heart. It’s just that he naturally develops a close heart when seeing beautiful things.

Nie Xiaoqian didn't know that this person had too many politeness. The serene man looked very serious and had so many thoughts in a blink of an eye. The more she looked at him, the more interesting she felt, and immediately pointed: "Yan Changtian doesn't have to be too polite. My surname is Nie, and my name is Nie Xiaoqian."

"I've seen Mr. Nie." Yan Changtian, who had red lips and white teeth, looked upright, bowed solemnly again.

It is said that there are too many rituals, but Yan Changtian has too many rituals to this extent. I am afraid that no one will be familiar with him when traveling around the world.

Nie Xiaoqian silently praised Yan Changtian in her heart. She was not surprised that Yan Changtian called her husband. She just asked Yan Changtian, wanting to know how he came to the cellar.

"Yan Changtian is naughty and imitates the ancients who traveled to the ancients at night to explore the ancients. He accidentally found his husband's study room. He was curious and climbed down with the help of vines. Yan Changtian liked reading. Seeing that his husband had many books in his study, he boldly read it. He also saw that the "Analects of Confucius" annotated by his husband had thoughts and thought about it, but forgot the time for a while." Yan Changtian explained one by one with shame on his face.

Nie Xiaoqian nodded and said, "Books are read for those of you. Since you like reading and can understand the fun of books, you have forgotten even time. You are a real scholar. Don't worry that I will blame you. As long as you want to study in the future, you can come at any time."

Yan Changtian was overjoyed when he heard this, and quickly bowed to salute to express his gratitude. However, his gaze flashed past the small hourglass used for timing on the short table, and his face slightly darkened.

Nie Xiaoqian could see clearly, knowing that he now remembered that he forgot time because of studying, and was worried that his family was looking for him, so he said, "Your elders don't know that you are here for the time being, and they thought you have already fallen asleep."

As soon as she came in from outside, the people in the juggling troupe were talking quietly, without any panic and searching for people.

Yan Changtian felt relieved after hearing this.

But Nie Xiaoqian immediately said, "But you have been out for a while, and the elders at home are worried that they should go back early."

"Yes, Yan Changtian knows, let's go back now." Yan Changtian answered Nie Xiaoqian's reasonable words and answered, preparing to say goodbye.

"Wait, I have something to say to your elders, but I don't want them to know that I am here, so I'll write a letter, please pass it on to your elders." Nie Xiaoqian called Yan Changtian, pondered for a moment, and said.

"Mr. Lai took the pen."

Yan Changtian said as he walked to the short table with great diligence, poured water and polished ink.

Nie Xiaoqian was slightly stunned when she saw this, and she felt that the little boy was well-behaved, polite and polite, and she liked him more and more.

After giving a thumbs up again, I took out a piece of paper from the book box, picked up the pen and wrote without adding any more words, and wrote a letter, folded it and handed it over to Yan Changtian.

"Don't read the content of the letter, but hand it over to your elders. If your elders ask where the letter comes from, you say you are playing in the courtyard, suddenly projected from outside the courtyard wall, and written by unknown people."

Yan Changtian didn't understand why everyone was in the same mansion, and they were clearly close to each other, so why didn't they want to get in and out, but he still solemnly replied: "Yan Changtian will definitely live up to his entrustedness."

Nie Xiaoqian waved her sleeves and sent Yan Changtian out of the cellar, saying, "Okay, you go."

Yan Changtian felt floating and in the blink of an eye, the cellar came out. He probably thought that Nie Xiaoqian was like a fairy, and knew some magical means, but he was not surprised. He just bowed and said goodbye again.

Looking at Yan Changtian's small figure leaving, Nie Xiaoqian sighed and said, "I hope this letter will make you leave here as soon as possible, otherwise you may have life worries."

Nie Xiaoqian believes that the letter she wrote would be taken seriously by the juggling troupe as long as it would rather trust it than not, it would probably pay attention to it, so that it would become vigilant.
Chapter completed!