The Daily Life of the Daughter of a Minor Official

Chapter 63 Students and Teachers

Su Yanli usually doesn't talk about the Imperial College when he returns home, and of course he doesn't mention that the youngest son of the King of Jin has become his student. Besides, most of the people who can enter the Imperial College are the children of court officials above fifth rank. He meets with the sons of high-ranking officials every day. Dealing with each other has become routine.

Zhao Lan could be cold and silent, but Fan Yanjia couldn't. He got off his horse and stepped forward quickly. He smiled and cupped his hands and said, "Hugh Mu today, I came to see the teacher together with the little prince."

Su Yanli knew about this and thought they would come in the afternoon and prepare to go home after the morning ceremony to tidy up what was waiting for them. Unexpectedly, they would come in the morning.

Zhao and Fan wanted to come in the afternoon, but King Jin wanted to come in the morning, so they had no choice but to come in the morning.

Although it was a student meeting the teacher, after leaving the Imperial College, the status of a student was too expensive. Su Yanli could not be careless, so he waved to his daughter, "Ajin—"

Su Ruojin moved her calf over and called out "Dad--" in a soft and slow voice, like a seventeen-year-old lady.

If Zhao Lan hadn't seen her asking Hua Ping to crush someone just now, he would have really believed it. A six or seven-year-old lady was not afraid at all when she saw someone being beaten, and even wanted to beat someone to death. This was so cruel. That’s enough…

Before Zhao Lan could finish thinking about it, the young lady raised her head and asked him on the horse, "Little prince, what should I do if someone uses the Jin Palace to commit evil?"

Neither Mr. Xue nor Su Yanli expected that Su Ruojin dared to expose the matter. If a servant of a high-ranking family dared to do evil, there must be a backend. As the same saying goes, the king of **** is easy to deal with, but the kid is difficult to deal with. Prince Jin and his wife may not know this. , but the stewards of Prince Jin’s Mansion must have known, and they must have acquiesced.

Officials in the capital generally do not offend these little devils, because compared to the King of Hell, these little devils are more difficult to guard against, and they may lose their posts.

Su Yanli was fine. Manager Xue looked at Zhao Lan nervously. If the young prince did not resolve the matter openly in order to maintain the dignity of the palace, then things would be in trouble later.

Zhao Lan looked at Dou Wangcai, whose head was swollen and his face was bruised from being trampled on the ground. His world-weary face finally showed some expression, and he frowned slightly.

Shuangrui, the boy next to him, hurriedly stepped forward and replied: "Back to you, young master, I just found out that he is the son of Guanshi Xu's sister."

Everyone stared at Zhao Lan nervously, hoping that the little prince would help them punish this evil thief.

He didn't seem to hear it and was careless.

Su Ruojin was so angry that she thought to herself, "Bah!"

Seeing that the youngest son of Prince Jin had no intention of upholding justice, Su Yanli was secretly disappointed, but his face showed no sign of justice. He took the lead and led the people out of the yard, "Ajin, daddy, go back first. Is there anything wrong?" , wait for dad to come."

Su Ruojin nodded obediently, and when her eyes met the person named Zhao, she ignored him directly, but showed a respectful look in her body and movement, and stepped aside, thinking to herself, when they left, let Huaping beat Dou Wangcai three times. I couldn't get out of bed for a month.

Fan Yanjia glanced at Zhao Lan, who was still motionless, with a fake smile on his face, and stretched out his hand to invite him to go first.

The most disappointed person here is Mr. Xue. Not only did Prince Jin’s youngest son not even get off his horse to see his teacher, he also didn’t even deal with those who took advantage of the situation to do evil. It seemed that the relationship with the Prince of Jin’s Palace was no longer possible. He was just about to send Zhao Lan off.

 He spoke quietly, "Santai—"

 “The little one is—”

 “Throw the person in front of Manager Xu.”

 “Yes, young master.”

 Throw it in front of Manager Xu? What does this mean?

Shu Tong wanted to ask Er Niangzi if there was anything he didn't understand, but the distance between the two of them was too far to keep a secret.

Su Yanli was very surprised and looked towards the student.

Zhao Lan finally jumped off the horse, raised her hands and saluted him, "The student has seen the teacher."

 “You’re welcome, little prince.” Su Yanli smiled and raised his arm.

When Chief Xue saw this scene, he was very happy and hurriedly came over to refresh his presence, "Mr. Su, the weather is hot, quickly bring Mr. Fan and the young prince back!"  "Let's go now." Su Yanli was worried about his daughter and looked at her again. Look over.

Su Ruojin waved her little hand to reassure him and come back quickly.

This time when his eyes glanced at Zhao Lan, he didn't avoid it.

But someone left indifferently.

Su Ruojin:…

She didn’t even have a chance to give a fake smile.

 Forget it, why are you angry with a middle-aged boy?

There are no troublemakers, and there is no sixth-rank official Xue in charge. Su Ruojin is the only boss in the yard. If you have any ideas, you can tell the craftsmen!

As soon as Su Ruojin turned around, she devoted herself to the decoration work, and happily shouted to the master who was shoveling the wall, "Master Cheng, this wall needs to be like this..."

The little lady's soft words gradually faded away. Zhao Lan got on his horse and followed the pedestrians towards Osmanthus Alley.

 At about ten o'clock in the morning, the sun has already risen, the heat is gathering, and the whole body is covered with sweat. What kind of teacher do you want to worship? bother!

Huaping hid in his small room. The front and rear windows were open for ventilation, there was wind, and it was not hot, but he was restless. What did he mean by the little master's leaving look? Should he ask his husband if he would cause unnecessary trouble if he showed off his skills today?

Su Ruojin had no idea that Hua Ping was worried to death. She was chatting enthusiastically with the craftsmen. She wanted to pour all her ideas into the craftsmen's heads and decorate the breakfast shop immediately.

 After a while, Mao Ya came over and called her, "Second Lady, I want you to go home and prepare for the luncheon dinner."

"I'm busy!" Su Ruojin, who was talking about the drawings with the craftsmen without raising her head, suddenly came back to her senses and asked Mao Ya, "Sister Ya, do you mean my father left those two boys for lunch?"

“Yes, I brought a gift, and as a courtesy, my wife has to leave some food.”

Su Ruojin breathed out, causing her bangs to move.

Fine! She had no choice but to make an appointment with the craftsmen tomorrow, and today's work would be over. Before leaving, Su Ruojin called Hua Ping, "Let's go and have lunch at my house."

Hua Ping lay on the bed miserably, waving her hands, "I'm not going."

 “So serious and responsible!”

 Seriously, he wanted to see Mr. Shen, so he had to wait for them to leave and sneak out.

Hua Ping looked too lazy to pay attention to anyone, so Su Ruojin could only say, "Okay, when the meal is ready, I will ask Sister Mao to bring it to you."

After a while, Huaping was the only one left in the bustling yard. He sighed, locked the door and went to look for his husband.

Su Yanli was accompanying two students in the Su family's study. He didn't know what to say, so he took two books and sent them away, "Look at it first, and ask me if you don't understand anything."

Su Dalang saw him holding a book and looking at it. For some reason, he wanted to laugh. Is this how his father taught the students in the Imperial College?

 Cheng Yingzhen was a distinguished guest at home, so busy that she didn’t even touch the floor. She asked Xianggui to make tea to serve her, and asked Mama Dong, who had returned from the stall, to chop vegetables and prepare the ingredients for lunch.

“None of what we cook is as delicious as Ah Jin. Let’s wait until she comes back to take charge of it.”

 (End of this chapter)