The words "henpecked" suddenly popped up in Xu Wenqu's mind, and he couldn't help but cough.
Then Tang Shiyue said seriously: "In fact, I have thought about this problem. You can communicate with Ayang in writing. For example, if you want him to do something the next day, you can write it down one day in advance and put it on his desk. Then he should do it according to your plan the next day."
"Then you can also write it down on paper and ask him to write down what he did every day, what he understood or didn't understand, and he will write in great detail."
"Oh?" Xu Wenqu was a little surprised: "Why is that?"
"I can't really explain it," Tang Shiyue said, "If a person's heart is a house, we ordinary people can still hear the birds singing and the flowers blooming outside, or the sound of the wind, and the smells when we sit in the house. But the doors and windows of Xiao Ayang's house are all closed, it is sealed, and he doesn't know what is outside."
She made a gesture of closing the door very seriously: "And his room is very small, none of you can enter his room, only I, because I saved him, I can push open his window, talk to him, and sometimes call him out."
"I asked you to write because there are books in his little room. When you write, it's like sneaking a book into the pile of books he's looking at. He will accept the words on the paper as if he were reading a book, and respond as if he were solving a problem."
Qi Jing looked at her quietly, his eyes as gentle as the moonlight.
Xu Wenqu nodded slowly.
Then he smiled and said, "I now think that you are right. It would be interesting to have a few more apprentices."
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"Oh?" Tang Shiyue said with a fake smile: "Then why don't you accept Tang Shijin?"
Xu Wenqu: "..."
He was simply at a loss whether to laugh or cry.
He was kind enough to find a topic to cheer her up, but she actually started teasing him.
But think about it again...things have already come to this, how can I cry without laughing?
He patted her head and turned away.
Tang Shirong did not wake up until the evening. His injuries were not serious, but the ancients paid more attention to head injuries, so they added some sleeping pills and let him sleep for several hours.
When Tang Shiyue went over to see her, the gentle young boy was quietly looking down at his bandaged hand.
She paused at the door and felt that he was shrouded in a very heavy layer of sadness.
She was not the real Tang Shiyue. She had no family affection for Wang. She just felt aggrieved for being so cautious, but she was not sad. However, Tang Shirong...that was his biological mother after all.
Tang Shiyue walked in.
Tang Shirong raised his head and smiled at her, but that smile was uglier than crying: "Yueyue."
"Okay, don't think about it," she advised him softly, "Just focus on your studies and don't worry about anything else."
Tang Shirong smiled bitterly: "I... I just can't figure it out, I really can't figure it out, Yueyue, I have always known that she has strange ideas, and I am not surprised that she does things in a confused way, but I just can't figure it out, she, she actually stepped on my hand, she is... she really hates me so much, and is willing to ruin my future?"
Tang Shiyue said calmly: "You think too much."
He looked up at her, and there was a hint of anticipation in Lu'er's eyes.
Tang Shiyue continued cruelly, "Studying for the imperial examination is extremely important to you, but for her... Oh, I'm afraid she has never thought about it once."
"If she doesn't care at all, why would she go out of her way to 'deal with' you? She stepped on your hand just because it hurts and saves effort. It was just a punishment for you for not obeying her. You should be thankful that she doesn't have servants, otherwise she would have asked them to drag you down and beat you to death."
Tang Shirong's face gradually turned pale.
She continued word by word: "In her eyes, there is only herself. You and I are just tools to support her life. If the tools are no longer useful, they will be discarded immediately."
"Believe it or not, if you were standing outside the examination room right now, about to enter the examination room, and someone was selling rouge and powder somewhere else, she would ask you to buy them without hesitation. If you didn't go, she would make a scene in public and accuse you of being unfilial, not caring at all whether it would ruin your future or not."
Yes, she is such a brainless idiot who can only see the gains and losses in front of her and doesn't even understand the principle of playing the long game to catch the big fish.
To her, all the men in the world should do their best to make her happy, until their death. Going to bed with her is also part of making her happy, and she should be forgiven for anything she does. She is just feeling empty, lonely and cold, so what's wrong with stealing someone?
Haha! Haha!
She had had enough. If Tang Shirong still had illusions about her, she didn't mind breaking them with her own hands.
Tang Shirong murmured, "Why...why did it come to this?"
She asked back: "You really don't think so?"
Tang Shirong lowered his head and remained silent. Tang Shiyue said, "Then let me tell you something."
She calmed down and said, "In fact, I can't remember what my father looks like, but I always remember one thing. One time, my father left me at the millstone and forgot about me. He came back to find me later. I was covered in snow. My father helped me change my clothes and started a fire. He was busy all the time and was exhausted."
"After he left, she, Wang Shiqin, suddenly came over and stared at me for a long time. Then she picked up the quilt and said to me, 'Don't blame me, you are a fool. If you continue like this, my husband will be dragged to death by you'... Then, she picked up the quilt and suddenly covered my face with it."
Tang Shirong shuddered and stared at her with his big eyes.
Tang Shiyue continued calmly: "I struggled desperately, calling for daddy desperately, and scratched her hand. Daddy came in, and I didn't die."
He was so shocked that he couldn't utter a word.
Tang Shiyue closed her eyes and breathed calmly.
This incident was obviously very profound for "Tang Shiyue". Therefore, in the messy memory of a fool, only this incident was extremely clear. She could even clearly remember Wang's eyes at that time.
Tang Shiyue said: "After hearing this, do you feel that although she is cruel to her children, she has deep feelings for her father?"
Tang Shirong was still in great shock and hadn't come to his senses yet. He nodded instinctively.
She laughed out loud: "Have you ever thought that, in fact, in this matter, she only needs to put in a little effort to prevent Daddy from being so 'tired'! She just needs to keep an eye on me!"
Indeed, Tang Shiyue was a very quiet and silly girl at first. No matter where you put her, she would just sit there without moving. She didn't even know to hide when it rained or snowed. So, the best way was to let her stay at home and let Wang take care of her. This job was really simple.
But in fact, no matter whether it was Tang Shirong or Tang Shiyue, they were all taken care of by Tang Yongli. Logically, she should avoid her father when she grew up, but even her clothes were changed by Tang Yongli.
As for Wang, she did nothing.
Tang Shirong suddenly remembered the deep and long nail mark on the back of Wang's hand. She said that it was scratched by Tang Shiyue... Wang cried for several days and felt dissatisfied with the scar.
Thinking about it now, I feel a chill all over my body.
Tang Shiyue said: "That's why I said that she only has herself in her heart."
She stood up: "I'm not afraid to tell you, I no longer consider her my mother, you should think about it carefully!"
She turned and walked out.
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