First Lady of the Crown Prince

  Chapter 319 Shot (two more)

  Xuan Pinghou was injured again.

  Are all the children of this year so irritating?

  Xuan Pinghou covered his heart.

  He is Xuan Pinghou who choked to death and did not pay for his life. He choked all over the capital invincible. Why did he get choked one after another when he got here?

  Xuan Pinghou did not remember what he was here for, so Chang Jing put the person down and left with a sad expression.

  Hanlin Academy has reached the hour of scatter.

Attendant Yang recently took a leave of absence. He said that there are not many actions at hand, and there are not many people who can share them. Among them, the matters of giving Shujishi classes are mainly shared between Xiao Liulang and King An. .

  Originally, Shidu Yang was responsible for the two subjects of mathematics and agronomy. The Han bachelor asked them to choose one subject each. King Anjun chose mathematics because he was not a native countryman and had less experience in farming than Xiao Liulang.

  Xiao Liulang said nothing, and gladly took over the agronomy class.

  When it comes to farming, he actually doesn't have much experience.

  In the countryside, Gu Jiao had a few acres of land, but unfortunately neither he nor Gu Jiao at that time could plant it, and it was even deserted later.

  His farming experience is not as rich as Xiaojingkong, at least Xiaojingkong will water the vegetable garden every day to catch insects, and occasionally follow Gu Jiao to weed.

  In order to teach this course well, Xiao Liulang is studying farming recently.

  He was planning to go home to farm when he was gone. Ning Zhiyuan quietly leaned over and winked and said, "Drink, do you want to go?"

   "No." Xiao Liulang refused without hesitation. After speaking, he realized that there was something wrong, and looked at him weirdly, "Why are you going to drink too?"

  In my impression, Ning Zhiyuan is not such a flowery person.

Ning Zhiyuan sighed: "I'm not here to break into the interior? You think I want to go? You recently gave lectures to the prince, and Yang Shidu asked for leave at home. I don't think everyone is so blatantly targeting you. Do you want to go? How many people take this opportunity to win over?"

  Xiao Liulang paused: "No, I'm going back to farm."

  Ning Zhiyuan: "..."

  Xiao Liulang left the Imperial Academy.

  It’s not too far from the Hanlinyuan to Xuanwu Street. It takes only two quarters of an hour to walk the shortest distance. After passing through the Imperial College, it is directly near Bishui Hutong.

  When he came to the Imperial College, he remembered something, and hesitated to go to Minghuitang.

   Outside Minghui Hall, he unexpectedly ran into an acquaintance-Zheng Siye.

  Zheng Siye used to serve as a sacred wine, Xiao Liulang was often put on small shoes by Zheng Siye when he was studying in the Imperial College.

  Now, all the old sacrificial wines have been worn back to him one by one.

  Zheng Siye was punished at the door. It was ashamed and ashamed.

  Siye is an official from the fourth rank, the rank is higher than Xiao Liulang, Xiao Liulang arched his hands at him, and then went in.

  Zheng Siye saw that Minghuitang, which he couldn't even enter, was so easily entered by Xiao Liulang, tears came out of his grievances.

   "Why did you come here today?" Old Jijiu was checking the papers. Seeing him coming, put down his pen and said, "Sit down."

  Xiao Liulang sat down on the mat opposite the old Jijiu: "I am here today to ask you about someone."

   "Oh? Who do you want to ask?" Old Jijiu asked.

   "People in the palace." Xiao Liulang said.

  Lao Jijiu's expression solemnly: "Why... why do you suddenly want to inquire about the people in the palace?"

  Xiao Liulang hesitated for a moment, and then said: "The person who poisoned me back then may not be the Queen Mother."

  Lao Jijiu's eyes lit up, and he was so excited that he almost stood up while holding down the table: "I knew it wasn't her!"

  Xiao Liulang gave him an extremely strange look.

  Old Jijiu gave a light cough, sat down, took a sip of tea, "I mean, she really wants to kill you, there are countless opportunities to kill you this year."

  Xiao Liulang said: "She doesn't remember me."

  Old Jijiu:...Is it so speechless?

   "Ahem, she doesn't look like her anyway, where will she leave any clues when she wants to kill someone?"

   Never admit that he has any selfishness, he and Zhuang Jinse are pure monarchs and ministers!

   "Did you remember something?" Old Jijiu returned to the subject.

   "Hmm." Xiao Liulang nodded, did not say that he was stimulated by an unspeakable dream to the hidden memory, "Suddenly remembered that there was a mole on the left wrist of that person."

   "There is a mole on my left wrist..." Old Jijiu touched his beard thoughtfully, "I can remember a mole on my face, but my wrist..."

  He was highly regarded by the first emperor, and he often went to and out of the Huaqing Palace, and occasionally bumped into the concubine and the palace people, but he was not the emperor after all, so he could not open the sleeves of the palace concubines or palace people to see others' wrists.

  He wanted to say that he could ask your aunt, but he remembered that Zhuang Jinse had missed a lot of memories. Moreover, even if the memory was not missing, she would not pay attention to anyone with a mole on her wrist.

  "Is it a **** or a woman?" Old Jijiu asked.

   "Woman." Xiao Liulang said.

   is the voice of a woman, but at the moment I can't recall who's the voice, even if it is old or young, crisp or soft...I have no impression.

  The only thing deeply engraved in the mind is the mole on the left wrist.

"The palace man more than ten years ago..." Lao Jijiu was lost in thought, and it took a long time to scratch his shirt with a headache, "Well, I know someone who knows the people in the palace very well. She is Shang Palace Bureau. Yes, I often tailor clothes for people, you may go to her."

  Xiao Liulang looked at him with a puzzled face: "Then your look is..."

   "Hey, this..." The old Jijiu hesitated to speak, "Forget it, I will go home with you. You take the token and go to her. I don't know if after so many years, she still admits it."

  Lao Jijiu and Xiao Liulang left Minghuitang. It happened that the Imperial College was almost over for school, and the two waited for Xiaojingkong to go home together.

   Xiaojingkong pouted her lips: "Why did my brother-in-law come today? Why didn't Jiaojiao come?"

  Xiao Liulang was so angry and funny: "Someone came to pick you up, do you still dislike it?"

Xiaojing thought for a while and said, "You buy me candied haws, and I will not dislike you."

  Xiao Liulang: "...you still dislike it."

  Small headroom: "……"

  One big and one small quarrel to get home.

  Gu Jiao has not returned yet.

  Xiao Liulang's eyes narrowed, his eyes fell on the small clear space who was sitting on the threshold and gnawing on the peach cake: "Want to go to the palace to see your aunt?"

  He is a foreign minister, and it is easy to be suspicious when he visits the palace directly to meet the Queen Mother, but if he is a small clearance, it is much easier.

  Xiao Jingkong completely did not expect that he would also be used as a tool person.

  He raised his small face full of Momo, and nodded his head with the same serious eyes as Gu Jiao: "Yes!"

  Xiao Liulang smiled: "So good."

  The aunt Xiao Liulang wants to meet with the surname Zhang, is now at the age of a grandmother and is in charge of the Secretary-General of the Shanggong Bureau.

  Before leaving, the old Jijiu reminded again and again: "You...ask the queen mother first, the queen mother doesn’t remember you then go to her."

   Implied meaning is not a last resort, don't alarm this old person.

  Xiao Liulang gave him a weird look: "Could it be... the teacher?"

   "What kind of teacher! How could it be!" Old Jijiu was almost jumpy when asked, "Don't talk nonsense!"

  But he and Zhang Zhang are indeed a little unhumane secret, alas, I hope she has forgotten that!

  Xiao Liulang took a small clearance and got into the carriage that entered the palace.

  Xiao Jingkong was very excited, her little head shook, just like Gu Jiao's happy appearance.

  People who have been living together for a long time have their demeanor and habits slowly infiltrating each other's marks, as if...they were originally a family.

  The carriage continued to move forward, and when passing by the Yamen of Jingzhao Mansion, the street suddenly became congested.

   "What's the matter?" Liu Quan craned his neck and asked.

  One of the Guozijian Supervisors who passed by said: "You don't know yet, someone has cracked Mr. Meng Lao's chess game."

   Ordinary people may not understand this, but almost all scholars have heard of Mr. Meng Lao’s chess game, of which there are eight games that are powerful and resounding throughout the world.

  And in the eight rounds, the two rounds were the hardest to crack.

  The cadre game is called the sky game, and there is no solution.

  Originally before today, Kun Ju has also been unsolvable.

  However, the princess did it.

  She was the first person in the six countries to crack the game. She caused a great sensation in the academic and chess circles. Everyone was around here because of the imperial list commending the crown princess.

  Zhaoguo is going to go to the country, but he has cracked a chess game that the previous three countries have not been able to crack. The crown princess has given Zhaoguo a face!

   "Your Majesty has already repaired the book for Yan Guo? I wonder if Mr. Meng will be shocked by the news? Maybe he will personally guide our Prince's chess skills..."

  The scholar said with joy, without realizing that Xiao Liulang had lowered the curtain.

  In the crowd watching ahead, an old beggar shook his head after seeing the content on the imperial list: "No, no."

   "Old man, what's wrong?" someone asked.

  The old beggar said: "This is said to have been cracked in the middle of the night."

  The scholar said: "Yes, what's the matter?"

  The old beggar waved his hand: "Then she is not the first to break the game."

  The scholar frowned: "Hey, you old man! You can eat rice, but you can’t talk nonsense! Why is the princess not the first to break the game? Isn’t the princess, who is?"

  The old beggar said seriously: "That evening, that's it."

  (End of this chapter)