The child's kick seems to have little strength, but if the child is a small headroom, it will be another matter.
This is a small clear space that has been practicing basic skills in temples since childhood, and started practicing martial arts not long ago.
The strength of his foot is incredible!
Concubine Han only felt that her instep was hit by a small scale, and she let out a painful cry in her throat: "Ouch—"
Immediately, her center of gravity fell backwards, and she stumbled down on the muddy path.
The mud splashed, and Xiao Qingkong pulled the little princess and jumped aside!
In the end, the mud splashed only on Concubine Han's face.
Concubine Han was stunned.
She was getting old, and she didn't expect to be able to fall like this, still in front of all the servants.
She was so angry that she felt a piercing pain in the back of her right foot and ankle. Her well-maintained face was wrinkled, and she could no longer maintain the noble calm she used to be.
The palace servants on the side were terrified.
Xu Gao hurriedly stepped forward: "Niangniang, Niangniang! Are you alright!"
The two little beanies looked at her blankly, not understanding what was going on.
Although the touch of a stone is different from the touch of a foot, how can a child be so sensitive in this regard
Xiao Qingkong is completely out of condition: "This, why did this old grandma fall?"
Concubine Han was about to be helped up by someone, and the old grandmother was so angry that her whole body exploded, and she fell down again.
she! Granny? !
Little boy, do you have any eyesight
Concubine Han was a first-class beauty when she was young. Even if she is old, she pays special attention to maintenance on weekdays, and she looks less than fifty.
Xiao Jingkong tilted his head and looked at Concubine Han. He didn't quite understand the adults' minds about the title. After all, his master was twenty-seven or eight-year-old, and he already called himself an old man.
In addition, my aunt has absolutely no appearance and age anxiety at home, and she is not even satisfied with her current seniority. I wish she could be called an ancestor.
So this old grandmother of Xiaojingkong is definitely very modest.
Concubine Han's mouth was going to be crooked.
When the atmosphere at the scene was extremely solemn, the monarch came here with Zhang Dequan.
He came to find the little princess.
The little girl didn't quarrel to go to the National Teacher's Palace today. He was quite strange at first. Did the little girl change her temper or was tired of playing with her friends, and then I heard that she brought her friends back to the palace.
This little girl has also learned to take people home.
But he couldn't say anything.
Because under Zhang Dequan's reminder, he remembered that he did tell the little girl that if he had a friend in the future, he could bring it back to the palace to play and so on.
When the monarch came to the scene, he saw the chaos here, and Concubine Han looked like a disaster. The two little beanies seemed to be frightened by her.
"What happened?" he asked in a low voice.
"Your Majesty!" Concubine Han and her party hurriedly bowed to salute the monarch.
Concubine Han didn't care about her grooming and said to the monarch, "Your Majesty, it's nothing serious, it's the child just now..."
Accidentally stepped on the concubine's foot.
Before she could finish her words, the little princess rushed over and hugged the monarch's thigh, turned her head to look at Concubine Han, and said, "The concubine has fallen, and she has fallen, and I am so scared!"
"What are you afraid of?" The monarch couldn't help laughing and crying, "How dare you run out every day with such little courage?"
Xiao Jingkong came over and greeted politely, "Hello, Uncle Xue."
He already knew the identity of the little princess, and also knew that her uncle was the King of Dayan.
But his family never instilled in him the concept of imperial power and commoners, nor did the Emperor Zhao and Qin Chuyu.
Everyone is just a friend.
The monarch's eyes fell on the young boy's tender face. If it was normal for him to show his calmness when he didn't know his identity, but now that he knows that he is the King of Dayan, he can still be so fearless and calm.
Is this little guy stupid and doesn't understand what imperial power is, or is he born fearless when he understands it
The monarch suddenly thought of the Xuanyuan family, and thought of what Xuanyuan Li had said.
He asked Xuanyuan Li, what are you pursuing in your life.
He originally thought that Xuanyuan Li would answer, be loyal to Dayan, assist His Majesty, or revitalize the Xuanyuan family and make the Xuanyuan family become the first family of Dayan in Xuanyuan Li's hands.
Who would have guessed that he didn't guess a single one.
Standing under the bright sky, Xuanyuan Li said solemnly, "Set up your mind for the heaven and earth, set up your life for the people, continue the unique learning for the sages of the past, and create peace for the world!"
It is a good one who sets his mind for the heaven and the earth, sets his life for the people, inherits the unique learning for the sages of the past, and creates peace for the world!
He had lived half his life and had never heard such deafening words.
At that moment, he felt that as the monarch of a country, his mind was even narrow-minded.
"Uncle Uncle! Why don't you speak? Clearance is saying hello to you!" The little princess hung on his lap and grabbed the jade pendant on his waist.
Only the little princess is so courageous.
The Prince of Ming Jun also grabbed like this when he was a child, but the result was miserable, and the monarch's face sank at that time.
The monarch came back to his senses and gently took away the hand of the little princess: "Don't catch this."
"Okay." The little princess obediently retracted her little hands.
The monarch no longer thought about the past. Under the watchful eyes of his little niece, he greeted Qingkong and Jingkong in a good way, and asked, "Why are you treading water?"
"It's fun!" said the little princess.
A daughter's home should look like a daughter's home... As soon as the monarch wanted to say this, he thought that Shangguan Yan was more skinny than the little princess when she was a child.
She was not allowed to dance in the palace, so she ran to Xuanyuan's house to dance.
Thinking of Shangguan Yan, the monarch's expression became a little more complicated.
Since the monarch is here, it is impossible to continue the game of stepping on puddles.
"Concubine, please go back to the palace." The monarch said to Concubine Han.
Concubine Han smiled softly and said, "It's raining. Your Majesty might as well bring the little princess and her little classmates to sit in the palace of the concubine. The concubine will let someone prepare dinner, and there is crispy meat that the little princess likes to eat."
The monarch looked at the little county master, who shook his head and shook his head: "I don't want to go to the imperial concubine's place."
The monarch took the two little beans back to his bedroom.
Seeing that the monarch never cared about her from beginning to end, Concubine Han was so angry that her feet hurt even more!
Xiao Jingkong spent a pleasant evening in the palace. He stepped on a puddle in the palace and ate the imperial meal - although he could only eat vegetarian food, it tasted very good.
It was getting late, and the monarch called Zhang Dequan over: "You go to the commander's mansion and ask Wang Xu to escort Qingkong back to the National Teacher's Hall."
The eldest grandson of the emperor loved the child very much, and kept him as a companion in the National Teacher's Hall.
A dying grandson, the monarch's tolerance is extremely high.
As long as he doesn't kill people and set fires, he can do whatever the monarch does.
Wang Xu had a friendship with the eldest grandson of the emperor, and asked him to send him back home. It was a disguised way to let the eldest grandson of the emperor see his former friends more in the last days of his life.
However, when Wang Xu was not here, he went out to run errands.
"Then you can take it yourself," said the monarch.
"Yes." Zhang Dequan brought two great masters and sent Xiao Qingkong back to the National Teacher Hall.
Xiao Jingkong hugged the book bag and said, "Okay, I can go in by myself. Goodbye Eunuch Zhang!"
Zhang Dequan said, "I'll take you in."
Xiao Jingkong waved his hand: "No need! I know the way!"
He walked many times from the door to the Qilin Hall!
There is no rain now.
Xiao Jingkong jumped out of the carriage with the book bag in his hand, and hurried to the Qilin Hall.
"You slow down—"
Zhang Dequan tried to catch up but failed to catch up.
How can the little guy slip so fast
Xiao Jingkong wanted to be Jiaojiao, but of course he ran fast. He rushed forward with a head and a head, but he didn't notice a person coming in front of him.
But just as he was about to collide, he suddenly became alert, his small body flashed to the side with the book bag in his arms, and passed the man.
However, his wrestling attributes suddenly flared up, he groaned and fell forward.
The man suddenly turned around, grabbed the slender jade hand, and lifted the small clearance up.
The book bag in Xiao Jingkong's arms fell down.
His eyes are quick and his hands are quick, and his little toes are hooked and scratched.
He grabbed the book bag that almost fell into the puddle and took it back into his arms.
"Well."
The man let out an exclamation.
Obviously did not expect the little things to react so quickly.
"What's your name?"
he asks.
Xiao Qingkong was also carried by him, like a small silkworm chrysalis hanging on a tree.
Xiao Jingkong turned to look at him and said, "My name is Jingkong, who are you?"
He said, "My name is Feng Wuming, and my Taoist name is Qingfeng."
"What does the Taoist number mean?" Xiao Jingkong only knows the Dharma number, but this little brother looks good.
Dao Qingfeng said, "It's also a name."
Xiao Jingkong said, "Oh, why do you have so many names?"
Because one of them is a road number.
Daoist Qingfeng had no experience with children, so he couldn't explain it clearly. He simply changed the subject: "Who did you learn your skills from?"
Xiao Jingkong asked, "Are you talking about the skill just now? I created it myself."
Do you have to learn wrestling from others
It seems that there is no teacher.
In fact, Daoist Qingfeng and Xiaojingkong met once.
It's just that Daoist Qingfeng was busy dealing with Chen and didn't pay attention to this little guy, and Xiaojingkong was only looking at Master, and he didn't see clearly that Daoist Qingfeng was moving so fast that only an afterimage was left.
Daoist Qingfeng only felt that this little guy's voice was a little familiar.
But I can't remember for a while.
Daoist Qingfeng said, "I just saved you, how are you going to repay me?"
Xiao Jingkong thought for a while: "Don't say thank you for your kindness?"
Daoist Qingfeng: "..."
Daoist Qingfeng pointed to his wrist: "But you broke my clothes."
Xiao Jingkong looked down, only to realize that when he was grabbing the book bag, he accidentally grabbed his sleeve and it was torn.
He said blankly: "Then... I'll pay you?"
Jiaojiao said that she wants to be a little man who has the courage to take responsibility.
Qingfeng Daochang said without changing his face: "This dress is very expensive, you can't afford it, unless you pay me yourself."
He wants to take this kid as an apprentice.
Xiao Jingkong snorted, holding the book bag, frowning in embarrassment: "But, but I'm already a Jiaojiao... Otherwise, I'll pay my master to you."
Somewhere on the roof of Shengdu, a certain monk who was drinking with his head up sneezed fiercely—
"Set up your mind for the heaven and earth, set up your life for the people, follow the sages of the past, and create peace for all generations." - Zhang Zai, a master of the Northern Song Dynasty.
(End of this chapter)