With One Month Left To Live, I Raised The Young Empress To Be A Sickly Girl

Boom——

The loud bells rang, and the early morning sunshine fell on the Imperial College building. The old man in gray robe walked through the corridor and came to a small garden.

The old man's name was Xu Changqing. He was offered wine by the Imperial Academy. He was promoted to an official with filial piety and integrity when he was young. He served as an official for more than thirty years and became a Second Grade Cabinet Bachelor. He became ill due to overwork and suffered a serious illness. He resigned and returned to his hometown to study.

For more than ten years, he had peaches and plums all over the world and was regarded as a great Confucian. Later, the late emperor recalled him to the Imperial Academy to study until now.

Although he is over seventy years old and his hair and beard are all white, the spirit of this great scholar is still there. He is holding a book in his hand and his steps are fast, no slower than the young people.

Before approaching the gate of Xiaoyuan, Xu Changqing heard the commotion coming from inside. He sighed slightly and said to himself that children cannot be taught.

Most of those who can enter the Imperial College to study are the children of the royal family, vassal kings, and noble families. They have a noble status and have little interest in studying. Especially those Xu Changqing, who serves as the Imperial College's sacrificial wine, has to teach those who are either the royal family's children or the princes of the vassal princes. Their starting point is It is the end of others, so why study hard to change your destiny?

You can wake up someone who is sleeping, but you cannot wake up someone who is pretending to be asleep. Xu Changqing wants to teach, but no one listens seriously, so coming here every day is just a formality.

After sighing softly, Xu Changqing walked in with books in his arms. The noise stopped a lot. A pair of eyes stared at him for a while and then returned to their seats.

Xu Changqing is a famous Confucian scholar with high morals and high prestige. His disciples and former officials are all over the nine states. He was personally invited by the late emperor to teach at the Imperial Academy. Even the empress did not dare to neglect him, let alone these 'second generation ancestors'. They can study without studying hard, but they cannot Don't give this great scholar face.

Xu Changqing glanced around slightly, and couldn't help frowning. There were actually a few empty seats; no one would dare not give him face under normal circumstances.

The ruler tapped on the desk, Xu Changqing looked gloomy and said: "Are there a few others who are sick at home? Or are they all sick together?"

More than a dozen gentlemen and ladies in the audience looked at each other in silence. It took a long time before one of them got up the courage to stand up and said, "Mr. Xu, they went to attend classes outside the city."

"Listen to the class?"

Xu Changqing frowned slightly. These noble gentlemen and rich ladies would not even listen to his lectures on ordinary days, but would go outside the city to attend lectures. How is this possible? Going to play outside the city is just as good.

"Whose class should I listen to?"

"Yes, it's Dao Ancestor"

"Dao Ancestor? What Dao Ancestor? What charlatan calls himself Dao Ancestor?"

Xu Changqing frowned again. In the past few days, Dao Ancestor's deeds had been circulating in the imperial capital. People were talking about it in the streets and alleys. However, he never liked hearing such gossip and knew nothing about it.

"He is not a charlatan. The Dao Ancestor is a Saint with real talent and knowledge. He said that there are three thousand Great Dao, and everyone can find his own way. A sorcerer or a wizard is no less powerful than a Martial Dao..."

Speaking of Dao Ancestor, the man couldn't stop the car and told all the news coming from the imperial capital these days. Among them, the most exciting thing was Chen Mo's deeds of defeating Zhao Wang with his useless bloodline.

This directly breaks the world's perception of useless bloodlines.

Xu Changqing originally sneered at these things, but the more he listened, the clearer his cloudy eyes became, and he murmured: "The Great Dao is three thousand, the Great Dao is three thousand... Can a literati also become a Taoist?"

"You said he really defeated Zhao Wang who had two Spirit Veins with his useless bloodline?"

"This is absolutely true. I happened to go out and see it that day... If Mr. Xu doesn't believe it, you can ask others."

"Okay, okay"

Xu Changqing slapped the table in excitement and almost jumped up.

Martial Dao Changlong, the status of literati was low. Although most of the officials in the dynasty were literati, they were still suppressed by Martial Artist. For many years, they have not raised their heads. They were stunned and said, "It's useless." It's the scholar who was scolded so much that he lost his temper at all.

In his early years, Xu Changqing was seeking Taoism, pursuing the method for scholars to enter Taoism. However, decades passed and he found nothing. He began to reflect, perhaps, he was wrong from the beginning. For thousands of years, the saying "Martial Dao is the truth of the world" The words have long been ingrained in people's hearts. If other Taoists really came forward, it would not have been so long and no one would step forward.

"Great Dao three thousand, haha, Dao Ancestor, that's real Dao Ancestor, hurry up, tell me quickly, where Dao Ancestor lives now"

Xu Changqing couldn't hide the excitement in his heart and asked anxiously.

The noble prince was slightly startled. He didn't expect Xu Changqing to be so concerned about Chen Mo, so he quickly told the latter his address.

Xu Changqing threw away the books and ruler in his hands and left the school in a hurry, leaving everyone behind who looked confused.

In the corner of the school building, a young man in white robe stood up from his desk. He opened his hazy sleepy eyes and suddenly saw a note on the desk.

The young man in white robe grabbed the note and looked at it, his face suddenly became happy, "Oh, is he coming out? This is a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity."

Outside the city, courtyard

"Let's go out and see the scenery"

After breakfast, Chen Mo suggested.

After Chen Mo defeated Zhao Wang, more and more people recognized him as Dao Ancestor and came to study with him every day. They couldn't drive him away or scold him. For two days, he had been annoyed. Thoroughly.

Today, Chen Mo decided to go out and hide while he had time.

Liu Wuxin raised her head and glanced at Chen Mo blankly. In the past few days, there were too many people coming to the courtyard to ask questions. She could only hide in the side room and did not dare to come out. She was worried for a few days and finally had a chance to relax. Naturally, she could not She would let it go; besides, this was still an opportunity to be alone, so she smiled and replied "Okay".

As soon as he finished speaking, the little boy sitting on the stone bench shook his short legs and tugged on Chen Mo's clothes with his little hands, "Brother, brother, do you want to go out to play? I'll go too, I'll go too."

Xiao Douding kept chirping, and Chen Mo had no choice but to take the little guy with him. Of the three people who had escaped from prison, two of them were gone, and Su Yumo was naturally indispensable.

Su Yumo blinked and stared at Chen Mo expectantly. The latter sighed softly and said, "You can go too."

Xiao Douding jumped down from the stone bench and happily pulled Liu Wuxin and Su Yumo into the side room. Since they were going out for fun, it was natural to bring all the things to eat, drink and have fun, big and small.

Xiao Douding looks small, but he has a big appetite. Because he doesn't have enough to eat all year round, and he still has a few mouths waiting for feeding, he almost always brings food with him when he goes out to play this time.

Liu Wuxin put on the plain white skirt that Chen Mo bought for her before. The latter said that it was 'her beauty that stands out from the crowd.' Therefore, the former liked it very much and seldom wore it after the last time. , usually treasured.

Today is a day to go out with Chen Mo. It is a memorable day, so naturally you have to dress more grandly.

Although he had only been released from prison a few days ago, Liu Wuxin's figure was no longer as skinny as before, and his figure was more rounded. He no longer felt skinny and skinny, but instead felt fleshy.

Sure enough, when a life feels love, it will start to gain weight crazily...

"Brother, I kept you waiting for a long time."

Liu Wuxin walked out of the room, looked up at Chen Mo, then quickly lowered his head and said softly.

"Waiting is also a process of appreciation"

Chen Mo saw that the little girl always lowered her head, and couldn't help but remind her: "Don't always lower your head. Don't you like to show your beauty in front of me?"

"I……"

Liu Wuxin raised her head. Because of the bumps on her body and face, as well as her strange eyes, she had always had low self-esteem and always liked to lower her head when meeting people. When Chen Mo said this, she raised her head shyly, her long hair falling from her forehead. The front fell down, covering the eyes in front of him.

"Pull up your hair"

Chen Mo spoke again: "Your eyes are beautiful, don't always try to cover them."

"oh oh"

If others said this, Liu Wuxin would just think that they were making fun of her, but Chen Mo was different. He always praised her at all times, building up her confidence bit by bit.

Now Liu Wuxin no longer has the low self-esteem that she had just after coming out of prison, but some habits are still difficult to change, such as lowering her head or covering her eyes with her hair.

Liu Wuxin gently lifted up her long hair and showed her appearance openly; because of the opening of her pulse and the flow of spiritual power in her body, the pimples on her face had subsided a lot, and she had a youthful and cute face with a plain white face. Long skirts have a unique style.

If she grows a few more years, she will be a truly graceful girl.

Chen Mo looked at Liu Wuxin, who had already tied up her long hair, and said with a smile: "I asked you to tease your hair, not to tease my heart."