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Chapter 279 Mom, you are also reading the chapter book

Aunt Ding was not a stubborn person. When she didn't understand, she pulled Lan Qing aside to ask, but Lan Qing didn't read the context, so how could she know what was being talked about.

Lan Zhile narrowed his eyes, raised his head, and waited for Aunt Ding to come and ask him questions.

She had read the entire book several times, and she understood all the conspiracies and plots in it very well. She had prepared her own outline in her mind early in the morning and recited it silently several times.

She was just waiting for Aunt Ding to come and ask, and then she blurted out the answer fluently, astonishing everyone.

However, although Aunt Ding was not stubborn, she was not someone who could easily lose face and ask a younger generation. After all, she was old enough to be a mother. It was okay to ask her own daughter, but it was not right for her to ask another younger generation.

impossible.

Aunt Ding glanced at Lan Zhile and decisively turned to ask Mrs. Xie.

Lan Zhile saw the blurry figure in front of him shaking, and was about to blurt out words, but he saw that the figure moved farther and farther away from him.

She shut her mouth. Fortunately, she was not so self-indulgent and did not blurt out the words so quickly, otherwise she would have lost face.

She had earned very little reputation for herself and could not stand such humiliation.

Lan Yunyu realized belatedly that Aunt Ding was holding her notebook and walking straight towards her mother.

Her eyes widened, her face filled with fear. She wanted to stop it but didn't dare to, for fear of alerting the enemy.

She just lent it to Aunt Ding to broaden her horizons, but she didn't expect that she was so studious and even went to ask her mother!

Lan Yunyu watched Aunt Ding pull at Mrs. Xie's sleeve, watched Mrs. Xie open her eyes and look at her, and then her gaze fell on the notebook in her hand.

Lan Yunyu gritted her teeth, thinking about what kind of punishment she would use to appease her mother.

It would be best to hope that she would show mercy, at least not tear up the book, burn the book, or throw the book away. This is the storybook that has accompanied her through countless nights!

Lan Zhile narrowed his eyes and asked Lan Qing: "Who did your aunt ask?"

Lan Qing said: "Mother."

"Goodbye." Lan Zhile quickly moved back.

Lan Yunyu's legs felt weak and she gripped the armrest of the chair harder, and she accidentally broke it.

Before Aunt Ding asked, she first praised Mrs. Xie and then said that she didn't understand anything.

I recognize the words one by one, but when they are put together I have no idea what they mean.

After giving each character some words, it becomes even more confusing.

Xie's eyes fell on the storybook and paused for a moment.

Lan Yunyu's heart was in her throat, she was constantly shouting and hesitating in her heart, her mother had expressly forbidden her to read storybooks!!!

Everyone in the Prime Minister's Mansion knew that Xie hated this kind of miscellaneous books that were not presentable the most.

She came from a prominent family, was intelligent since childhood, and read widely. She always looked down upon such sensational stories from outside.

But the only daughter liked it very much, and Lan Ling had doted on her sister since she was young, and whenever she went on a long journey, she would search for interesting booklets to bring back.

Lan Yunyu herself often sent people out to buy them.

Mrs. Xie was very worried about her little daughter, fearing that she would be led astray by the stories in the novels. She had confiscated so many novels over the years that she couldn't even count them all.

This time it was delivered right under her nose, and she didn't know how to get angry.

Everyone below held their breath.

Lan Yunyu was so nervous that she almost went crazy.

Only Aunt Ding didn't feel anything at all.

Xie took a casual glance and subconsciously answered Aunt Ding's question. Her answer was clear and logical, and her words were fluent, so it was not difficult for people to understand.

He successfully gained Aunt Ding's admiring gaze.

Xie's fatigue dissipated a little, and she waved her hands, saying nonchalantly: "This is nothing great, you'll understand it just by looking at it."

She was showing off halfway when she was caught off guard and met Lan Yunyu's gaze.

His body stiffened instantly.

He was so carried away with success that he forgot to conceal it for a moment.

Caiyun's face was also a little stiff. While reading, she would occasionally ask questions from the lady, and the lady would give her answers.

It was probably a subconscious reaction just now.

The mouth moves faster than the brain.

Mrs. Xie prayed that the children didn't hear what she had just said, or didn't sense that something was wrong with her, otherwise if they knew that she was also reading the storybook.

How will she establish herself in front of them in the future?

The image she had built up over the years completely collapsed.

They say that one should lead by example. As a mother, she is reading a storybook. What words can she use to criticize them in the future?

Xie pretended nothing had happened and said calmly, "Go back if nothing happens."

There was no sound of resistance from below.

Xie glanced at a few people preparing to leave and breathed a sigh of relief.

The image was saved.

As soon as Xie put down her hand that was supporting her forehead to hide her expression, she was faced with Lan Yunyu's face.

She seemed to have teleported and appeared in front of Xie without anyone knowing when.

"Mom, if you had told me earlier that you also read storybooks, I wouldn't have hidden it from you."

Xie was almost frightened to death by her and hasn't even recovered yet.

Lan Yunyu said this as she snatched the storybook from Aunt Ding's hand and ran away.

The way he ran away made Xie's eyes go dark.

All those years of teaching how to be a lady were in vain.

No matter how hard she tried to cover it up, her image still collapsed.

As soon as she saw Lan Yunyu's expression was no longer concealed, Xie could already imagine her sitting with her legs crossed and flipping through a book in front of her.

Xie slapped the armrest in a headache, "This child is terribly rebellious."

"That's not like me at all."

Caiyun glanced at Xie and thought of the stack of manuscripts hidden in the dark corner of the study.

I feel that compared with the lady, the young lady is still a little inferior.

Aunt Ding had just understood the plot under the guidance of Mrs. Xie, and continued watching the story. She was just reaching the climax.

The book was taken away.

She was so angry that she cursed in her native dialect.

He asked Xie for the address of the bookstore, went back to the yard, took out his private money and sent someone to buy it.

I spent the whole afternoon reading in my room.

Watch until night.

Prime Minister Lan walked into the room and saw Aunt Ding, neatly dressed, sitting by the window, flipping through a book with a lamp on, her whole mind focused.

I didn't even notice he was coming.

He suddenly felt strange.

The person who is the least studious in the whole mansion is probably Aunt Ding. She was forced to learn to read and write, and she is only willing to work hard on singing and dancing.

Occasionally, Prime Minister Lan would read some books before going to bed. She would come over to take a look, then look away, either lying down beside him to sleep or entertaining herself.

In her words, she felt dizzy when she saw the words.

Seeing so many words made me feel dizzy and want to vomit.

And today, she was actually reading by lamplight at night.

Prime Minister Lan glanced at the moon outside, then pinched himself secretly to make sure he was not dreaming.

Then I wondered if I had been drinking.

Or is it that the person in the room is not Aunt Ding...

He was frightened by his own guess and broke out in a cold sweat. He stood at the door and shivered when the cold wind blew.

It hit the door panel on one side, making some noise, which attracted the attention of Aunt Ding.