Chapter 11 Old Bachelor

The old lady glanced at her: "What's special? Isn't it just bird's nest porridge..."

Xue Yi said: "Yes...but I heard from the kitchen servants that this bird's nest... seems to be... better than the ones on the market."

The old lady raised her eyes, glanced at Xueyi, and said with a smile: "Better? Ghost girl, now she has learned to hide her head and tail when speaking. Humph, the quality and taste of this bird's nest are not comparable to those on the market? Are you really confused when you think I am an old lady? Even if you are confused, you can't be confused..." Zhao closed her smile and looked at the dark night, looking a little lonely. After a while, she sighed softly: "I'm old..."

"Grandmother is not old. If she dressed up, she would only look for more than forty people."

"Go! Ghost girl, just open her mouth and she feels sweet like a person!" Zhao rebuked her, but smiled on her face. But then she sighed slightly and said seriously: "I'm old, no matter how well you dress, you can't resist the age. Girl, as old as a person, your mind is different. You've taken things outside indifferently. Many things that were worried about in the past have been slowly seen..." The old lady said vaguely, and Xue Yi seemed to understand it.

I understood, and didn't know how to take on this, so I had to nodded subconsciously. "Haha, look, why do I tell you these things..." The old lady came to her senses, took Xue Yi's hand, pondered for a while, and said, "Well, I ate... I ate, it's not someone else's. Tomorrow, you'll tell your mother that you should tidy up everything you should tidy up, and take out what you can use in the past. It's a pity to put it there and cover it with dust..."

"Ah...oh...yes..." Xue Yi quickly lowered her head and responded.

Go to the study room.

Grand Secretary Yu Lian held a book with one hand and held the other hand, and was shaking his head and dragging it to tell the story. Yu Lian is already sixty-four years old this year, but his spirit is about the same as a strong young man. His voice is loud and his eyes are lit. When it comes to the rise, the hand behind him raised and kept gesturing.

There were more than a dozen tables on the left and right sides, covered with crimson purple curtains, and the princes were arranged in order. The Seventh Prince Mingxiao sat behind the first table in the left head, behind the Ninth Prince Mingyong, behind the Ninth Prince Mingliang, behind the Eleventh Prince Mingjian, behind the Thirteenth Prince Mingke, and behind the Seventh Prince Minghui; behind the first table in the right head was the Eighth Prince Minglian, behind the Tenth Prince Mingwen, behind the Tenth Prince Minggong, behind the Fourteenth Prince Mingqian, and Mingde was just the last.

Between Grand Secretary Julian and the first row of tables, a large area was empty. On the left side was a special table with a yellow curtain covering it. Behind the table was the prince Mingren. At this moment, his waist was straight and his forehead was slightly lowered. He looked at the book in front of him with all his attention. From time to time, he looked up at the Grand Secretary Julian, looking very seriously. In this way, Julian told him even more vigorously.

Emperor Qiyuan started to have a son in the second year of his wedding, and the current crown prince Mingren. Thirty years have passed since today. Emperor Qiyuan has more and more sons, but the one without the order is not counted. The eldest, Mingren, is over thirty years old, and the youngest, Minghui, is only six years old. After all, his crown prince started studying in the study room at the age of six, and has been spent twenty-four consecutive cold and heat. But looking at his seriousness, it is admirable.

In addition to these people, each of the princes was following two or three companions, most of whom were the children of officials or royal relatives. Mingde sat on the left and Lin Nan was still empty on the right.

According to regulations, the princes and their companions get up at the Yin hour every day, and go to the study room when they read Chen hour in the morning, then rest and eat. After dinner, they come back to continue their homework. They have been sitting for a whole morning. It’s okay for older people to have stronger self-control and get used to it, but younger people can’t do it anymore. After sitting for the whole morning, they see the old scholar with orange-skinned faces in their eyes, and the sound of the Master like a lullaby in their ears. In addition, the weather is getting warmer, which is a good time to sleep...

It was almost noon now. Mingke, who was sitting behind, had already started fighting with his eyelids. Mingde was also confused and nodded for a while. If it weren't for the fact that this Grand Secretary in Lian was famous for being strict, I would probably have fallen on the table and slept soundly.

Lin Nan was also a little confused next to him. The method of teaching at Lian Xueshou was different from that of his Mengshi, and it was even more different from Yang Xuan, the palace's western teacher. Chen Xiu often talked about the facts and gave examples occasionally. Yang Xuan mostly dismembered an article and finished speaking what they thought were useful. In a simple way, he mostly explained the common principles and rarely made official articles. In contrast, this is located in Lian Yu's Grand Secretary. Not only did he recite the words up and down, but his words were straightforward and full of quotations, he also gave a wide range of quotations. But it was true that the princes could listen to them, but most of them could hear the others, and they were confused and confused...

Lin Nan was confused, suddenly he heard the voice of the Grand Secretary getting louder and louder, and suddenly woke up. He took a look. The Grand Secretary held the book in one hand and held the other behind him, walking from the front to the back. Lin Nan hurriedly poked Mingde's armpit. Mingde shook his head and woke up a little.

Bang! Ouch!

A sudden crisp sound accompanied by a scream made everyone feel excited! Yu Lian put away the ruler and looked at the twelve His Highness Ming Gong who was covering his head, shouting sternly: "The sky is blue and white, I sleep at my desk in a daze, wasting my time! I am disrespectful to my master, unfilial to my father, and not strict with myself. If this continues, I will be a waste of my studies and careers, so how can I talk about governing the world?"

Lin Nan was startled, and saw the gentleman slamming the prince's head with a big ruler, and then he started training with his eyebrows and staring straight, and his saliva was sprayed on his beard. This guy was brave? Lin Nan turned his head and looked at the Sixteenth Prince Mingde, but saw Mingde being nervous, while watching the jokes of the Twelveth Prince. His 12th Prince Minggong was beaten by the ruler. Although his face was slightly angry, he still lowered his head and was scolded honestly! Lin Nan now understood it. It seemed that this was located in the Grand Secretary... It really had a master's power! Even the prince dared to beat him, so he had to make progress in the future. If the ruler fell on his head, it would probably be heavier...

After Master Yu finished his training, he led the fire to other princes with extensive quotations. He treated Ming Gong as a negative teaching material and taught him well. Then he sighed heavily, shook his head, and left the study.
Chapter completed!