"Sister, are you a fairy?"
The Seventh Emperor's grandson said sweetly, his eyes were wide open, and he was not afraid of life, so he sat on the ground and greeted Jiang Zirou cheerfully.
As the emperor's grandson.
Although the Seventh Grandson is young, he already has a vague understanding of the difference between men and women.
in the palace.
Naturally, there were not a few beauties he saw.
But this is the first time I've seen someone with a temperament as dusty as Jiang Zirou.
Jiang Zirou pursed her lips, and her expression became serious.
The little fat man shrank his head and looked at Jiang Zirou with a little hesitation, as if he couldn't tell whether the girl in front of him was a good person or a bad person.
at this time.
Jiang Zirou just burst out laughing.
She slapped the little fat man on the head with a "snap".
What kind of fairy is it, I am your aunt now.
She originally wanted to say that, but she always felt a little out of tune with the current atmosphere.
In the end, Jiang Zirou didn't say a word.
He just stretched out his hand and softened the little fat man's head.
"Who am I... Maybe you will know later..."
Work hard.
Jiang Zirou slashed the Seventh Emperor's grandson on the back of the head with a knife.
"boom!"
Amnestic Ability·Physics!
The little fat man rolled his eyes.
His whole body went limp, and he fell to the ground immediately.
Jiang Zirou grabbed him by the collar.
Gently press down on your feet.
The two were already flying towards the palace.
…
afterwards.
The grandson of the Seventh Emperor fell seriously ill.
Fortunately, the imperial physician in the palace was very skilled and was successfully rescued.
As for the fact that he was hijacked by an assassin.
And no one knew about it except Jiang Zirou.
Even the Seventh Emperor's grandson who is the party involved.
I couldn't tell whether the experience that night was a dream or something that really happened.
Only after this happened.
The security in the palace is much tighter.
The grandson of the Seventh Emperor recuperated in the palace.
The Sutra Pavilion has once again returned to its original quiet and deep appearance.
Jiang Zirou himself was happy and at ease.
Sign in every day to practice and clean up.
When I was bored, I took out a few books from the vast and smoky sea of files in the Sutra Pavilion to read.
Over time.
I have a deeper impression on all aspects of this world.
Jiang Zirou's talent is excellent.
With the help of the system, his martial arts cultivation has improved by leaps and bounds.
The barriers that plagued ordinary warriors for half their lives were almost non-existent in front of Jiang Zirou.
The days passed.
Jiang Zirou originally thought that he would hide in a corner as usual, quietly watching the disputes and changes in this huge dynasty.
But I never thought of it.
But half a month later.
Nanny Li, who hadn't seen her for a long time, found her again.
"Mother Li, what happened?"
Jiang Zirou asked curiously.
Three years passed in a blink of an eye, but Nanny Li seemed to be more than ten years old, with a hunched waist, dim eyes, drooping wrinkles on her face, and an old look exuded from her whole body.
"Cough~cough~ Zirou... Tomorrow, there will be a nobleman from the Sutra Pavilion. You have to clean the Sutra Pavilion today, and receive him well tomorrow."
"This honored guest is..."
Jiang Zirou frowned.
"It's the third prince."
Nanny Li looked up at Jiang Zirou.
Said with a sigh.
The third prince... did he come here because of the matter of the seventh emperor's grandson? Or do you simply want to find some book files
Jiang Zirou was puzzled.
But still nodded seriously, watching Li mama stagger away.
…
the next day.
Jiang Zirou got up early in the morning and waited outside the door of the Buddhist scripture pavilion.
It was eight or nine o'clock.
The sun rises and shines brightly.
A large group of guards, eunuchs and maids came to the door of the Sutra Pavilion surrounded by a large golden nanmu carriage.
surrounded by people.
A young man in a yellow robe stepped out of the carriage.
He looked about twenty-seven or eighty-eight.
Sword-browed and star-eyed, with a tall and straight figure, and a very good appearance, holding a handful of books in his hand, he has the temperament of a great Confucian.
It's just that the skin is a little pale, and the black hair can't hide a little white hair.
Obviously caused by overwork.
This is the third prince of the current Great Xia Dynasty. Because he was born by the empress, he is also the prince after canonization.
certainly.
In terms of blood, he is also Jiang Zirou's half-brother.
"It seems that being the emperor and the prince is not a good thing."
Jiang Zirou thought to himself.
Martial arts flourished in the Great Xia Dynasty.
Therefore, the etiquette between the monarch and his ministers is not complicated. Jiang Zirou only needs to bow his head and bow his knees to salute.
Follow the crowd.
Jiang Zirou entered a room filled with sandalwood and filled with high-quality melon and fruit refreshments in the Sutra Pavilion.
at the begining of.
Jiang Zirou thought that the third prince came here for the sake of the seventh prince's grandson.
But things don't seem to be what Jiang Zirou imagined.
The third prince sat in the scripture storage pavilion.
Holding a scroll in one hand and a pen in the other.
A stay is half a day.
He reads books very seriously, and he also cherishes books.
Instead of scribbling on the book with a brush, I copied the contents of the book on sheets of rice paper.
Half a day down.
I read a few books and took a thick pile of notes.
sometimes.
After reading the book and taking notes, the third prince would ask Jiang Zirou to help him find it in the scripture storage pavilion.
Jiang Zirou stayed in the Sutra Pavilion for three years.
It is also a studious character.
So Jiang Zirou could find the books that the third prince needed very quickly.
It was noon.
The third prince took over the last book from Jiang Zirou.
But he didn't open the book in his hand.
Instead, put it down gently.
Turning around and smiling at Jiang Zirou:
"Earlier, I heard Hao'er say that there is a court lady in the Sutra Pavilion, who is young but very knowledgeable. Seeing her today, it's true."