Xiao Qiheng looked at the pieces on the chessboard. In this game, Jiang Li still stumbled at the beginning. Although he was no longer a beginner, he was not much better. It was precisely because of this that he became careless. Time has already fallen into the opponent's trap, surrounded by enemies, even if they try their best to turn the tide, they still lose in the end.
Rubbing the chess piece in his hand twice, Xiao Qiheng looked at the smiling little bastard opposite, feeling like he had been tricked, but couldn't get angry for no reason: "A little bit?"
"It's really a little bit." Jiang Li used his thumb and index finger to pull a little distance, "The main reason is that His Highness taught well. It's all thanks to His Highness, and the slave is also a fluke."
Hearing his words of being good-looking when he got a cheap one, Xiao Qiheng snorted and threw the chess piece in his hand back on the chessboard, while straightening his wide cuffs, he said, "Tell me, what reward do you want."
"The slave wants a name." Jiang Li said.
"Name?" Xiao Qiheng paused and looked up at him. He thought that Jiang Li would ask for money or something, but never thought that he wanted a name
"Yeah!" Jiang Li sat upright, put away his smile, looked at him seriously and said, "Your Highness, this servant has a name before entering the palace, which is given by the servant's mother. It has a very important meaning. The queen of the palace has been wiped out, I implore Your Highness to allow me to use my original name."
"You don't ask for money?" Xiao Qiheng asked strangely.
Jiang Li shook his head: "The slave's parents have passed away, and there is only one lonely family. It is useless to ask for money. Moreover, the slave is lucky to be able to serve His Highness, with food, drink and shelter. As long as His Highness does not drive the slave away, the slave is already very satisfied. gone."
Xiao Qiheng found that this little liar was not only glib, but also very good at flattering, he could blow flowers out of anything: "You can talk."
"What the slaves say is the truth, the conscience of heaven and earth can be learned..."
"Okay." Xiao Qiheng interrupted him, not wanting to listen to his nonsense, and asked, "Tell me, what's your name?"
"Jiang Li." Jiang Li stopped joking, looked at him and said word by word, "The servant's real name is Jiang Li."
When he said the word "Jiang Li", Xiao Qiheng's hand moved slightly, as if something flashed through his mind, but he couldn't catch it in time.
"...Jiang Li."
Xiao Qiheng read his name in a low voice, and slowly drew his brows together. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what that feeling was. He seemed to be familiar with this name, but he had no impression of it.
"Your Highness." Jiang Li has been observing his reaction, not sure whether he has the memory of previous lives, so he asked softly, "Have you ever heard of this name, Your Highness?"
"No." Xiao Qiheng pressed the center of his brow lightly, suppressed the inexplicable sense of weirdness, and asked, "Why do you ask that? Should I have heard of it?"
Although he was well prepared, Jiang Li felt a little disappointed when he heard his denial.
The system has accompanied Jiang Li through the three worlds, knowing how deep his feelings for the male lead are, so he comforted him: "Master host, please don't be sad, what should be yours will always be yours, that's all right."
Jiang Li chuckled in his heart when he heard the words, but he still kept his expression on his face. Looking at Xiao Qiheng's slightly probing eyes, he smiled and revealed the problem: "No, it's just that the slave's mother said this name. It’s relatively common, so maybe His Highness might have heard of it.”
At this point, he paused for a while, and then brought the topic back to the right path: "Then, can His Highness agree to this request of the servant?"
Xiao Qiheng met his expectant eyes, thought to himself that it was just a name and not a big deal, so he said, "It's up to you."
Being able to return to his real name and not having to listen to the really painful title of "Little Ion", Jiang Li showed joy, jumped up from the collapse, bowed ninety degrees to Xiao Qiheng, and said gratefully: " Slave Jiang Li, thank you Your Highness! You are such a good person, Your Highness!"
Xiao Qiheng: "..." Why do these words sound so familiar.
After thanking him, Jiang Li asked happily, "Your Highness, do you still want to play chess?"
"..."
Xiao Qiheng glanced at the chessboard, with imperceptible disgust in his eyes, he casually wiped the situation on it, and said in a displeased voice: "I can't play anymore, go and get my book."
Seeing his slightly childish behavior, Jiang Li twitched his lips slightly, feeling amused by this familiar behavior, and responded aloud: "Yes, Your Highness." After speaking, he turned and walked towards the bedroom.
Xiao Qiheng looked up at his back, with a hint of exploration of Jiang Li and doubts about himself in his eyes.
He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't tell. From the very beginning, he seemed to have a very high tolerance for Jiang Li. No matter how messed up Jiang Li was, he always had a feeling in his heart that Jiang Li would not harm him.
Jiang Li took the book that Xiao Qiheng asked for, saw that he was already picking up pieces on the chessboard, stepped forward and handed the book to him with both hands: "Your Highness, see you Si Tie."
Xiao Qiheng: "..."
Seeing that he didn't answer, Jiang Li called out in doubt: "Your Highness?"
Xiao Qiheng felt a little headache, and pointed to the book in his hand: "Can you tell me again what book is this?"
"See you, Si Tie." Jiang Li was puzzled, "Isn't it written on it?"
Xiao Qiheng: "...it's called Si Qinjian."
"Ah?" Jiang Li was taken aback, staring at the three words on the cover for a while, wrinkled his nose, and said a little shyly, "I'm wrong."
Although he misidentified one of them, he still recognized two of them. Xiao Qiheng saw that he seemed to be literate, so he asked, "Are you literate?"
Jiang Li said: "Know a little bit."
Xiao Qiheng's forehead twitched, thinking of the chess game he lost just now, his face darkened: "Tell the truth."
"It's really just a little bit." Jiang Li looked at him incredulously, and quickly explained, "The slave's family is poor and cannot afford to go to the school, so when he was doing chores for the school for free, he learned a little from the teacher outside the window. "
Speaking of this, he had a look of disappointment on his face, as if he regretted not going to school.
Xiao Qiheng's eyes fell on his face, remembering that he said before that he was fourteen years old this year, but he must have spent a long time in this palace to hone it, seeing how clever he was when he saw people talking and talking nonsense. In this way, he should be very young when he was doing odd jobs in the school.
As the saying goes, the children of the poor headed home early. Xiao Qiheng didn't think it was strange, but asked him: "Can you write your own name?"
"Yes!" Jiang Li showed a proud expression, and the disappointment just now was swept away, "The first thing I learned was my name, and it was taught by the master of the school. He even praised me for writing well."
There was a tone of begging for praise in his words, Xiao Qiheng couldn't hear it at all, but just raised his chin: "Go, write and see."
There is also a small study room on the side of the main hall, with pens, inks, papers and inkstones all available, Jiang Li responded to the sound and went to grind them, ready to show off his skills.
"Master Host, be careful not to reveal your secrets." The system reminded him aloud.
"Don't worry, it's a small question." Jiang Li answered in his heart while studying the ink.
After grinding the ink, he picked up a brush and dipped a little, and wrote his name on the rice paper laid out on the table.
System: "..." Your posture of grasping the pen really looks like someone who only knows a little bit.
Jiang Li finished writing and waited for the ink to dry a little, and excitedly took it to Xiao Qiheng: "Your Highness, the servant has finished writing!"
Xiao Qiheng took it over, looked down, his eyes were fixed on the two crooked words on the paper.
The upper and lower halves of the word "Jiang" seem to be separated by the Yellow River. People who don't know it can see it as two characters at a glance, and the character "Li" is not much better. The whole is invisible and boneless.
Xiao Qiheng looked at it for half a minute, wanting to see the advantages of these two words that he couldn't bear to look straight at, so that the teacher could boast a good word, and finally he came to a conclusion, that is, the old liar taught Little liar, full of nonsense!
"Your Highness?" Jiang Li looked at him holding the paper without making a sound, and asked eagerly, "Are you shocked by the slave's writing? In fact, the writing is just average, far worse than your Highness."
"..." Xiao Qiheng looked up at him, and threw the paper back into his arms, "I was shocked by your thick skin like a city wall."
Jiang Li was taken aback: "Huh? Could it be that the writing is poor?"
He took the rice paper and read it several times, and finally his whole shoulders collapsed as if he was discouraged, and said in a sad tone: "The servant's family is poor and cannot afford to go to school. He just studied with the master for a few days, and then he went to the palace. I have the opportunity to learn, if I have the opportunity now, I will definitely study hard, so that I can relieve His Highness' worries."
"For the lonely?" Xiao Qiheng raised his eyebrows, not understanding how he got involved in himself, but he also felt like he was digging a hole again.
"Of course." Jiang Li nodded, "If the servant can read and write, the servant can read to His Highness when His Highness is tired from reading. In this way, His Highness can rest more."
Xiao Qiheng: "..." It sounded like it was true.
"It's a pity that slaves don't have this blessing, so they can't help His Highness." Jiang Li sighed, and blamed himself, "They are all slaves and useless, and they can't help you at all. If Your Highness..."
"Okay." Xiao Qiheng interrupted his self-pity, "Start reading and writing with me tomorrow."
What Jiang Li was waiting for was his words, his eyes lit up, afraid that he would go back on his word and thank him without saying a word: "Thank you, Your Highness! You are really a good person!!"
Xiao Qiheng: "..."
When the word "good man" came out of Jiang Li's mouth, Xiao Qiheng always felt that it didn't sound right. He waved his hand, not wanting to see him dangling in front of him: "Okay, go and practice your name well."
"Yes, Your Highness."
After Jiang Li saluted, he was about to go to the small study to practice calligraphy. As soon as he turned around, he heard Xiao Qiheng say: "Practice a hundred sheets of paper before sunset, and if one sheet is missing, it will be doubled."
Jiang Li staggered and almost fell.
The system whispered: "Master Host, the car has overturned."
Jiang Li: "...shut up."
In the setting of this world, the original body is illiterate, but this is really inconvenient for Jiang Li. He mispronounced the title of the book just now on purpose. He wanted to ask His Royal Highness to allow him to read and learn Braille. Thinking that the other party would take the initiative to teach me, this is really an unexpected gain.
It's just that what he didn't expect was that the other party wrote a hundred sheets of paper as soon as he opened his mouth, which made him want to write a standard block letter plus a cursive script and throw the other party's face.
"What are you doing standing there?" Seeing him standing still, Xiao Qiheng frowned and said, "Can't I grind it for you alone?"
"Go right away."
Jiang Lipi replied without a smile, and walked quickly to the small study, thinking that people have to bow their heads under the eaves, so I will bear it.
However, Jiang Li never thought that these one hundred sheets of paper were just the beginning. From that day on, Xiao Qiheng asked him to read, practice calligraphy, and learn poetry every day, and he couldn't stop for a day.
Although Jiang Li knows calligraphy, he only writes when he is interested in it in his spare time. How can he write endlessly every day as if he is rushing to a task like now, and reading is not as easy to fool as playing chess. Dutifully playing the role of a student who has just started school, obviously vomited in his heart, but also put on a diligent and studious look on his face.
In addition, the poetry of this dynasty is somewhat different from the poetry of the previous world. He has learned it all over again, and Xiao Qiheng is extremely strict in teaching, so his mind is either poetry or words every day.
Half a month later, Jiang Li thought of the days when he was making up lessons for Chi Fang, and he couldn't help feeling like Feng Shui was turning.
On this day, after Xiao Qiheng checked Jiang Li's copybook, he found that in just half a month, his handwriting had improved a lot, and every stroke had a faint feeling of flowing water.
Sure enough, as he thought, Jiang Li learned everything very quickly.
Putting the copybook aside, he routinely asked Jiang Li to recite poems.
Jiang Li didn't open his mouth to recite it as usual, but suggested: "Your Highness, memorizing poems in bare hands is so boring. I have been reciting poems for half a month, and you must be tired of listening to them. In this way, I will recite a tongue twister for you from your hometown." Bar."
Xiao Qiheng: "Tongue twister?"
"Listen up!" Jiang Li took a deep breath and said very fast, "Eight hundred pacesetters ran to the North Slope side by side with the artillerymen and ran north side by side. The artillerymen are afraid that the pacesetters will touch the artillerymen!"
Xiao Qiheng: "..."
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