I had taken a bath, brushed my teeth, and washed my face, ready to go out and find sothing to eat, I was starving.
Upon leaving the ward, I arrived at the nearby garden. The weather was excellent today, with brilliant sunshine, and the flowers in the garden were also blooming spectacularly. There was a European-style table situated among the flowers, surrounded by several stools.
Third Young Master Jun was rarely seen sitting leisurely on one of the stools.
To the left was Ye Yiyi, who was holding a collection of poems and shaking her head pretentiously while reciting them, exuding a literary aura.
Every now and then, Third Young Master Jun would amusingly correct her overly exaggerated intonation.
Because a certain young master had comnted on her always dressing up and being vain, she believed he ant to belittle her lack of culture, which was infuriating.
So, she got angry and decided to prove herself, determined to show that she was a little artiste with profound classical literary content and quality. Wait, was that how it was put? She touched her chin, never mind, she was definitely the most artistically fresh and outstanding little lady, elegant and graceful.
Humph, that little husband of hers dared to look down on her, thinking she was dumb, uneducated, just a wild girl. (This was entirely her own assumption!)
She was determined to shock him and dazzle his eyes.
After finishing a poem, she looked at Young Master Ling Kong sitting opposite her, proudly raising her chin.
"How is it, how did I read? Do I not possess a refined temperant, reminiscent of the ancients?"
Ling Kong had a teasing smile in his eyes, cradling his handso chin, he thought for a mont:
"Refined? You’re not referring to the way you were shaking your head, are you? I was watching your head the entire ti, worried that you might shake that little head off by accident. With so much flesh on your face, and your head being so round, another shake and gravity might pull it down."
"You, you, you..." Ye Yiyi was infuriated. She was looking for praise, and he dared to call her fat. Was she really chubby?
Yes, he had once called her a little atball, which was infuriating. She angrily put her hands on her hips, instantly losing all her ladylike deanor.
"Who told you to look at my head? Didn’t you listen carefully? Didn’t you hear how well I can now recite poems, and how lodious and neat it was?"
Ling Kong was speechless: "But you read ’女红’ as ’女hong,’ when in fact, this word was pronounced ’女工’ in ancient tis, which refers to girls doing manual embroidery!"
Ye Yiyi scratched her head, really? She had read it wrong? How could that be, he, who had grown up abroad, knew better than her.
Of course, she would never admit she had read it incorrectly.
"Ahem, I was just..." Her big eyes spun slyly, then brightened, "It was intentional, I wanted to see if you would notice, and you passed, not entirely illiterate."
"Oh." Ling Kong looked as if he had suddenly understood, then maliciously squinted at her, "So, ’古刹’, you pronounced as ’古sha’, was that also intentional?"
Ye Yiyi clenched her lips in annoyance, glaring fiercely at him, this annoying guy.
Ye Yuan, who had been sitting beside them, holding his laptop studying the stock market, couldn’t help but look up at his irritated sister, quite speechless: "Stop pretending to be the artsy fresh girl, just getting a passing grade would be good enough."
Having her cover blown by her brother, Ye Yiyi’s pretty face flushed red, she huffed twice and haughtily turned her face away.
"Although I often hover around the passing mark in my exams, it’s definitely not my fault. It’s all because the teacher doesn’t appreciate my unique way of thinking. She asked us to make a sentence with ’闭月羞花’.
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