"It's terrible not here, at present, we don't know the real power of the Fan family, it is likely to be so strong that there is no one to check and balance, or just bluff, while the situation is still in the stage of control, the teacher should do his best to exhort the lord ......"

The young man suddenly stopped, his eyes narrowed as he had been looking at the rain curtain, and there was a person in the court walking back and forth, seemingly very anxious, he paused, and continued, "Protecting the lord too much will only harm her, and only by flying from the bottom of the cliff like a tenacious eagle can she survive in the struggle for power." Teacher, it is not terrible to become a puppet master, but to become a puppet in the hands of warlike people is not only the misfortune of the emperor, but also the misfortune of the people. ”

The mandarin duck vine is ravaged by heavy rain in the open air, but it will never be defeated, and when the sun comes out, its flowers are as beautiful and fragrant. It's the same with people.

Yuan Lingjun came out of the bedroom rubbing her empty belly, her gray and linen shirt was wrinkled, her hair was messily sticking to her cheeks, and she looked very sloppy and casual, although she had been persuaded many times by those uncles and grandfathers who cared about her, she still went her own way, and she didn't feel that there was anything wrong with her dress.

Seeing that Wang Shi was still talking to the guests, Yuan Lingjun lingered under the corridor for a while, and did not dare to go up to disturb. What's important? Yuan Lingjun looked at the rain pillar in distraction, and the guests on the opposite side had already gotten up, and it seemed that their conversation was over.

Chen Ju said goodbye, bowed his hand when he passed by Yuan Lingjun, and then opened the big umbrella and walked into the vast rain.

"Come here."

Zhen Chuanting didn't look at her, and walked back to the hall angrily.

He sat down behind the Lord, his old face was terribly gloomy, and a long beard fluttered in the air.

As soon as Yuan Lingjun entered the door, Zhen Chuanting immediately took out the bamboo grate hidden under the soft cushion. It is indeed very courageous to make trouble and dare to sleep as if nothing happened, but he will never be half distracted because of Yuan Lingjun's courage, this general punishment is unavoidable today, he must make her clearly aware that she should be punished if she causes trouble.

"Reach out!" The bamboo caster is newly made, and the last one was stolen by Yuan Lingjun and broken and thrown into the ravine, a heavy rain, and it has long been gone.

"Can you change the way, Master Wang, really, it's just this trick when you go back. My Southern Dynasty is not the best elegant and polite, and I hate recklessness and rudeness the most, so take the stick. Yuan Lingjun's hand was hidden in her sleeve, so she didn't feel so conscious of receiving the punishment.

She just stole an old hen from the Wang family, and she had to make such a fuss, Wang Shi really didn't understand people, not to mention that she had already returned the old hen, and the stingy Wang family didn't intercede with Wang Shi, which was really narrow-minded and annoying. Yuan Lingjun was no longer unwilling in his heart, and he didn't dare to say what he thought and then provoke Wang Shifabiao.

Zhen Chuanting was so angry with her: "It's useless to talk to you, stretch out your hand!" ”

The bamboo caster knocked twice, and there was no way to resist.

It seemed that Wang Shi was really angry, Yuan Lingjun rubbed his hand out, buried his face in his chest, and his shoulders trembled slightly.

"If you don't teach strictly, it's because the teacher is too incompetent, and only sticks can make you remember for a long time. The pride of the sky wants to be a thief, insulting the Yuan family, and it is not too much to be killed. ”

Zhen Chuanting hated that it was not successful, and the bamboo grate swung down very hard.

One, two...... Yuan Lingjun counted silently, her expression numb, as if it was not a part of her body that hurt.

Stinky old man. Yuan Lingjun scolded Zhen Chuanting over and over again in his heart.

She can't lose, she can't lose momentum in front of the old man.

…… Twenty-nine or thirty, the sound of the bamboo grate disappeared from the ears. Yuan Lingjun breathed a sigh of relief, his palms were bloodstained, and they were crimson, looking shocking.

"Look at you, you have to be beaten."

Saying this, Yuan Lingjun was aggrieved in his heart. Every time she fights, she misses A-lint very much. She lay on A's lap, A's soft hand caressed her forehead, covered her tired eyes, the bitterness of trekking through thousands of mountains and rivers, and the endless nightmare entanglement disappeared in an instant under the comfort of those hands.

Ah Li used to be the nanny who served the decoction in front of her. Before leaving Baling, Ah Ling was already seriously ill and dying.

The rain continued to fall, crackling and slamming into the hearts of the villagers of Baboon Village, who would not be able to harvest more food if it continued. Zhen Chuanting, who had been sitting for a long time, also had the same concern, the imperial court levied grain and grass, Changshan could not afford it, how to calm the war in the northern part of the Jin Kingdom as soon as possible.

Wormwood was burning in the room, the smoke was filled, the smell was so strong that it was pungent, and many mosquitoes buzzed and fled for their lives.

Yuan Lingjun sniffed hard and let out a few sneezes.

The couch is also covered with a bamboo mat for summer, on a rainy day, the slightest coolness of the bamboo invades the body, the Yuan Ling is biting the quilt, the eyebrows are frowning, and the swollen and painful wound is destined to be sleepless tonight.

The buzzing that distracted her was finally gone.

Zhen Chuanting came in and extinguished the wormwood, picked up a fan to disperse the smoke, moved a straw mat, and placed the wooden table in front of the couch, on which were placed various shapes of soup bottles and jars.

In the face of the orange fire, Yuan Lingjun's palm was bruised, and the swelling was very bad, Zhen Chuanting sighed silently for a while, took the prepared herbal juice and applied it to the wound, Zhen Chuanting knew very well how difficult the situation of this child was at the moment. Her hands should have been in charge of the sword, and now her fingers were covered with thin calluses and barbs, as well as gaps of size and depth, all of which were traces of her time in the field of labor.

As long as the liquid moistens the skin, the injury will heal quickly, and you will feel a dull ache at first, and then it will be very refreshing and comfortable. Zhen Chuanting's ability to learn to prepare medicinal herbs is still the credit of Yuan Lingjun - she was punished for her agricultural service, Wang Shi learned to farm and harvest, she was beaten and injured, Wang Shi and the villagers learned to identify herbs and ask for advice on pharmaceutical methods.

Zhen Chuanting, this old guy, is a little stubborn, but he is the only person besides his father and adoptive mother who disciplines her and is qualified to perform the responsibility of discipline.

This is Zhen Chuanting, outspoken, arrogant, most people hate him, and have a heart of jealousy and awe, including his student Yuan Lingjun, but Yuan Lingjun is only different from those people - although he has been beaten by Zhen Chuanting many times, and ...... Ass, even with the sword in his hand that can cut off her head at any time to thank the world, Yuan Ling has never really cared and retaliated.

With every inch of time, Changshan's immature children have grown into girls, and Zhen Chuanting has also become an old man with gray sideburns. At that time, all the masters were resigned, and later no one was willing to teach the young monarch who was opposed to the world and deviant, Zhen Chuanting asked Ying to serve as the young monarch's royal teacher, so that he was involved in the party dispute of the imperial court and moved to Baling, and was implicated many times because of poor teaching.