It wasn't my parents who came to pick it up anyway, and no one has ever won.
Soon, Master Lu from the prodigy class came to teach the students.
Perhaps the monarch had explained it, and Master Lu did not pay too much attention to the little princess, but just introduced to the children in the class that this was a new student named Yan Xue.
Of course it's a pseudonym.
Xiaoxue and Yanxue are just one word apart, but the latter said it from the Master's mouth solemnly and calmly, not so sure that it must be a girl's name.
There are three reasons.
One, there was a guy named Mo Hanxue in the class, who was a boy.
Second, women disguise themselves as men, other than clearance, no one else can think of it.
Third, this is the most important point. The little princess was too squeamish when she introduced herself to Xiao Jingkong. At first glance, she was a girl who was easy to bully.
Xiao Jingkong felt that a real little man should be like him, with his chest straight, his back straight, his eyes firm, and his masculinity of 2.8 meters!
Master Lu: "King Kong, why are you blocked by the book again?"
Two meters eight fell back to two centimeters eight in an instant.
Xiao Jingkong silently removed the three books in front of him. It's not good for people to be too small. The table is taller than people.
In fact, the master of the small county is also small, but he is the master of the county. He is not here to study, but to experience life. Of course, Master Lu will not be very strict with her.
… The main thing is not to dare.
It was the first time that the little county master had so many children together, which was different from the previous experience.
The learning atmosphere is also very different.
Most of the students in the Imperial Academy were relatives of the royal family, and there were some who actually studied, but there were also many who only went to mess around.
The students of the prodigy class basically didn't come to mess around, at least not before today.
They are all strictly selected, and they must be extremely intelligent to be admitted to this class.
The little princess was the only one who came in through the back door.
The first one was Yan Shanjun, the father of the small county lord.
Even Xiao Jingkong didn't immediately enter the prodigy class after taking the entrance documents, he was admitted later.
The little princess thinks this class is very interesting, more interesting than Yuxuetang, she decides to study hard and be the smartest little girl in Shengdu.
She took out her own books and the special small writing brush given to her by the king and uncle, and took notes seriously.
The morning passed.
She painted eight little kings.
Xiao Jingkong has been studying hard all morning, not because he loves to study, but because this is his mission.
Who makes the bad brother-in-law at home not live up to expectations, and the two older brothers don't like to study? He can only be the pillar of the family.
He wants to take the exam as soon as possible, to stand out, to raise Jiaojiao, to raise a bad brother-in-law, to raise the two brothers in the family, and the first to the eleventh.
The sudden arrival of Xiaodouding in the class still aroused the students' ideas. One is that the little princess is too young, younger than Xiao Qingkong, and the other is that the little princess is too cute. People can't help but want to pinch their faces.
After class, a few daring little classmates gathered around, either standing in front of the table, or lying on the table, wide-eyed as if watching the little princess.
Others are getting along with adults cramped, so they turned around at the little princess.
After all, in the palace, no child dared to come so close to her.
"Hey, Xiaodouding, where did you come from?"
"I... come from home."
His Majesty's uncle said that the palace is also her home.
"how old are you?"
The little princess snapped his fingers and stretched out three fingers: "Four years old!"
The crowd laughed.
Xiaodouding can't even count, so stupid and cute!
Everyone unanimously agreed that this Xiaodouding was easier to fool than the other Xiaodouding. That Xiaodouding was too ferocious. He won first place in every door exam, and his little fist was particularly hard.
"Did you understand in class today?"
"Understood!"
"Then what did Master Lu say?"
"Speaking, speaking..." The little princess couldn't answer.
She painted Wang Ba all morning, where did she hear what the Master said
The bad taste of the little classmates came up, and the daring one stretched out his hand, trying to pinch the face of the little princess.
The little princess has rich experience in dealing with adults, but the children made her very confused. She didn't know what to do at all, so she just stared blankly at the hand pinching her little face.
Suddenly, a small (not) fleshy hand grabbed the wrist of that classmate.
"What?"
The owner of the little hand asked domineeringly.
The nine-year-old classmate who was caught was suddenly cowardly, and he faltered and said, "No, it's nothing."
The prodigy Banbanba, Xiao Jingkong said with great majesty: "Don't bully the new classmates, or I'll let Xiaojiu bite you!"
Is it because of his small fists that Xiao Jingkong can be a work bully
Must not be.
Who is followed by a ferocious Hai Dongqing with hard fists
The crowd quickly dispersed.
Xiao Qingkong sat back in his seat.
The little princess was rescued from the panic of being pinched, and looked at Xiao Jingkong with adoring eyes: "Wow, you are so majestic!"
Once in the small clear space of the three low-ranking guests of Guozijian, he waved the little hand of the big man, and said with great pride: "It's normal, whoever bullies you in the future, tell me, I will cover you!"
The little princess nodded, "Who is Xiao Jiu you're talking about?"
Xiao Jingkong said, "The bird I raised."
The little princess said excitedly: "I also have birds at home!"
Xiao Jingkong thought for a while, guessed her excited little tone, and asked, "Are you going to compete with me as a bird?"
The little princess opened his eyes wide: "Is it okay?"
"Of course." Xiao Jingkong nodded solemnly, "Then it's settled, bring the bird over tomorrow."
"Um!"
As a visitor, Xiao Jingkong felt that it was very necessary for her to remind her: "But you have to take it secretly and not be discovered by the master, otherwise, the master may confiscate your bird."
The little princess nodded politely: "Okay, I remember it!"
Because she is good enough, Xiao Jingkong decides not to catch her Xiao Guou today, and Xiao Jingkong continues to remind: "Also, if I'm not here, those stinky boys will bully you again, you can be more aggressive."
The little princess shook his head decisively: "I can't kill them, I can't bully the juniors."
Bullying the Duke of Ming Dynasty doesn't count, that's just a generation apart, and the Duke of Ming is not a cub either. These little classmates are about the same age as her little nephews.
As a grandmother, she must have the demeanor of a big elder and know how to love children.
The four-year-old grandmother of the little princess thought so.
…
The prodigy class of Lingbo Academy has a rest every ten days. The day before the rest is usually only half a day. Today, the little princess is in time.
After the monarch went to court, he went out to Lingbo Academy to wait for the little county master. This is what the little county master requested, otherwise she would not come to class.
The monarch was in a carriage with two horses, and his servants only brought two, one was Zhang Dequan, the chief of the internal affairs, and the other was a coachman.
The location where the carriages are parked is also very low-key. In a congested alley opposite Lingbo Academy, there are many carriages parked in front and back, but the weather is sultry at the moment, and the rest of the people on the carriages have gone out to find a place to cool off.
It's pretty quiet all around.
The monarch came a little early and had been waiting for an hour.
The folds have been approved a lot.
Seeing that there was no one around, Zhang Dequan carefully hung up the curtain, picked up the small palm fan and gently fanned for the monarch.
Even so, the monarch was still sweating, and his collar was soaked.
Zhang Dequan was also hot enough, obviously there was a teahouse next door, but Guojun didn't go there.
Zhang Dequan couldn't help but recall the past.
When was the last time the monarch picked up a child so defiantly in the heat and cold? It looks like she was a little girl.
Speaking of which, the granddaughter was also a student of the prodigy class, but the granddaughter was admitted on the basis of her ability.
Although the goddess of war blood of the Xuanyuan family flows in her body, she also inherits the wisdom of the monarch. She is the smartest of all the princes and princesses.
Aside from her direct birth status and her powerful mother family, Zhang Dequan really thinks that she has the talent for governing the country and is the most suitable candidate for the prince.
Pity.
"What are you thinking?" The monarch asked casually as he reviewed the memorial.
"Ah." Only then did Zhang Dequan realize that he was thinking too much, and his fan speed slowed down.
Lying in front of the monarch is not good fruit, only a fool would treat others as a fool.
Zhang Dequan said: "The slave was in a trance for a while, remembering that the princess also went to school in Lingbo Academy."
As soon as he finished speaking, Zhang Dequan pinched himself secretly.
How did you speak
The granddaughter has long been abolished, so she can no longer be called that.
But the monarch didn't seem to realize the taboo of Zhang Dequan's name. He put the finished memorials on the stack of imperial decrees on the right, took a new one from the left, and asked, "What are you saying outside? "
Zhang Dequan asked, "What do you mean by Your Majesty?"
The monarch said indifferently: "Shangguan Yan's return."
The princess was deposed as a commoner, and she should be called by her first name, but why does it sound weird to me
Zhang Dequan considered his words and said, "There are a lot of discussions."
King: "Speak."
Generally speaking, in this case, don't hide it. After all, the monarch is most taboo for others to play tricks in front of him.
Zhang Dequan said: "It is said that Shangguan Yan came back to be investigated, and she will not leave Shengdu for a day if the case of the imperial mausoleum is unearthed; it is also said that His Majesty took this opportunity to bring Shangguan Yan back to the palace for protection, and so on. The assassin will only send her back to the imperial mausoleum when she is subdued."
The monarch criticized the book and said, "Anything else?"
Zhang Dequan said: "Also say... You didn't kill Shangguan Yan for so many years because you couldn't let her go... "
The king hummed lightly: "Continue."
How do you know I haven't finished yet
So, really don't try to play tricks in front of the king, everyone who tried is dead.
Zhang De's almighty life is definitely because he is the most honest one.
Zhang Dequan said: "The Xuanyuan family had such a big thing, you didn't give up the queen, but put the queen into the cold palace. In addition, after the queen passed away for many years, you have not stood up again. Some people speculate that you have no more affection for the queen Xuanyuan. I don't know which day it will be for her sake... I will pardon the abolished wife."
If it is pardoned, judging from the situation that the monarch has not established a new post, Shangguan Yan is still the only bloodline of the monarch even if he is not a concubine.
To say that this identity is not honorable is false.
The king's expression was calm, as if all he heard was other people's affairs: "Who said it?"
Zhang Dequan said: "There are more, all the princes' palaces, six officials, and concubines in the harem are talking about it."
The monarch did not seem surprised: "Didn't the people in the Prince's Mansion say anything?"
Zhang Dequan said: "The people around the prince have always been cautious, and have never heard any remarks against Shangguan Yan."
The monarch snorted lightly: "He's just too cautious, it's obviously the person who wants Shangguanyan's accident the most."
Zhang Dequan's expression changed: "Your Majesty!"
The king said: "I didn't say that the prince must be the murderer, but the prince's secret guard did hurt Shangguan Yan in the palace. What do you think?"
Zhang Dequan said with sincerity and fear: "The slaves dare not speak rashly."
The monarch sneered and continued to bury his head in reviewing the memorial.
Zhang Dequan broke into a cold sweat.
Don't be afraid that the monarch won't tell you, just be afraid that he will tell you everything. The more you know, the faster you will die. He still understands this principle.
Just when he thought that the monarch would then ask him, "Do you think Shangguan Yan has real amnesia or false amnesia?", the monarch suddenly changed the subject: "Is there any news about Shangguan Qing yet?"
Shangguan Qing, Shangguan Yan's flesh and blood, is only half a month older than the Mingjun king, and successfully took the position of the emperor's eldest grandson.
Zhang Dequan replied: "No, I heard from the little palace maid who came over from the imperial mausoleum that the eldest grandson's palace will not come back after half a year."
The king did not speak any more.
The monarch loves the child very much. Although the blood of the Xuanyuan family is also flowing in the child, the child is weak and the teacher said that he will not live to be twenty years old.
Such a grandson, who was destined to die prematurely, could not become the puppet of the Xuanyuan family. I wonder if it was for this reason that the monarch treated Shangguanqing more purely than the rest of the children.
When Shangguanqing wanted to go to the imperial mausoleum with his wife when he was young, the monarch was very angry.
The monarch really likes that child, more than he likes the little princess.
I went to the hospital today. After the surgery that was postponed for a month, the doctor asked me to rest a little more. I had to lie down for a while, and the speed was very slow.
Second, I'll get up and write again tomorrow, and everyone will come and see it in the afternoon.
It's not a very serious operation, you don't have to worry, don't feel bad about my coding or something, this is what I should do.
Many people are working hard for their lives.
But it is indeed traumatic to the body, so both the psychological and physiological state need to be adjusted, and then the infusion is required every day, and the code cannot be written for a few hours, and the update time may not be fixed.
(End of this chapter)