Five years later, it was the most memorable year for me, and it was also the beginning of all fate.

It has been more than four years since I came to Yinguo, but I have hardly been out of the house except for the teacher who came to my temple every day to teach me calligraphy culture.

However, in the past year, I have not only been able to communicate with Yinren simply, but also met a friend, and it is true that I have been arguing with him all day, and he is also very happy about it.

But since he was always better than me, I always had a splitting headache for this, because my drunken and unconscious teacher could assign him to teach me to read, so that my teacher could easily drink his great wine, and it would be nice to enjoy the mountains and rivers!

"Hiccup~Qi ...... Even...... Qi Han! ”

A white-haired old man with a full beard staggered towards me, holding a wine gourd in his hand, his face flushed, and he looked very drunk.

Youqing hurriedly went to help him, he stretched out his hand and pushed Youqing away, fortunately, Youqing has also practiced martial arts in the past few years, and the teacher's palm can't hurt Youqing.

The old man staggered up to me, pointed to my nose, his eyes slitted in a slit, and said in a hoarse voice

"You're Han...... Han Qi, haha" he laughed as he drank.

"Teacher, I'm not, I'm Chen Luo" I snatched his wine gourd and hurriedly ordered Youqing to prepare the decanting soup.

As soon as this wine gourd was snatched, he was like a tiger whose tail had been stepped on, carrying a stool and standing on the chair, and all the eunuchs and palace maids in the palace did not dare to stop him, and they all stepped forward to surround him in a hurry, for fear that he would fall off the chair at such an old age.

He slapped the table, and the objects on the table jumped up in unison, and then fell neatly

"You're not Chen Luo, you're Han Qi"

Han Qi is the teacher's most proud disciple, because he almost doesn't need the teacher to teach a little bit of everything, and he is very smart, so whenever he gets drunk, the teacher will recognize everyone as Han Qi.

"Hey, you naughty Han Qi, hum! I still want to pretend to be Chen Luoyu, you are so smart, how can you be that stupid donkey! ”

He turned his face and smiled wickedly, squinting at me.

I was really speechless and asked Qingtian, that's right, I am the most self-controlled and dull disciple in the eyes of the teacher, I learn everything very slowly, and I can't even speak, not to mention that the teacher loves to play, and he will not threaten me with alcohol if he teaches me three times.

"You stupid girl, you can't learn it anymore, the old man will dry this pot of wine!."

Normally, at that time, I would usually nod my head again and again, saying that I would, and then rack my brain at night to think about the homework I had left behind during the day, and just like that, I was only barely able to catch up with the teacher's progress.

Before I could react, the teacher leaned back, and his feet instantly lost strength

"Quick-catch-stop-old man!"

He was always like this, he was sixty and eight years old this year, and he was still like a child, but fortunately, the maids had been prepared, and knew that he could do anything when he was drunk, and rushed forward to serve him as a meat pad.

Once upon a time, the teacher was drunk and threatened to crash into the pillar to worship the Bodhisattva, but said that the Bodhisattva was in the pillar and wanted to get in from the outside.

At that time, I didn't have any experience, so I jumped to my feet in a panic, tears and nose flying, desperately stopping the teacher, pitying my small body, and almost didn't knock out a hole for the teacher.

Although the teacher is absurd, but his talent is definitely obvious to all, many ministers impeached the teacher at the same time, but no one dared to question his talent, and the Yin Dynasty monarch is a person who cherishes talent.

As long as the teacher doesn't make a big mistake, it's just a small punishment.

The teacher slammed on the "meat pad", holding his big belly, snoring comfortably, and after a while, another sentence came out.

"You two should be together!"

Then I chirped and slept again. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief, and finally the meeting was stopped.

At this time, Youqing gasped and brought a bowl of sobering soup, sweating on her forehead.

She came over in a hurry, and the decanting soup was almost spilled, and it was almost bottomed out when it reached my hand.

I took a look at the decanting soup that had bottomed out, ordered someone to help the teacher to lie down on the bench, and fed the rest of the decanting soup, so that everyone dared to wipe the sweat on their foreheads with their sleeves, and then ordered Youqing to go and prepare to prevent the teacher from going crazy again.

At noon, a young man in Xuanyi, about fifteen or sixteen years old, walked through the wall to the inner hall.

"Han Qi?"

I'm scratching my ears and cheeks, I don't know what to do, but it just so happened that the wrongdoer came to the door, and finally I was saved.

To deal with the teacher, Han Qi always has his own set of methods, and he is much more familiar with the road than me

"Brother Qi, the teacher fell asleep in my hall, what should I do?"

Han Qi, the third prince of Yinguo, is five years older than me, but he always likes to let me call him brother, I have been angry since I was a child, and I usually don't do what others force me to do.

I didn't call him brother for a day, and he refused to let go of the two small buns on my head for a day, and every time I cried because it hurt in pain, he immediately let go of his hand like a child who had done something wrong to comfort me.

Years later, I realized that I was a person who didn't like to cry, and I was always reluctant to be strong in front of him.

"Don't cry, good sister, my brother will give you honey to eat" He gently wiped the tears from the corners of my eyes, he always had a handkerchief in his sleeve, probably because I loved to cry very much, other princes always laughed at him for being girly, but he didn't think so.

In fact, every time he said that he wanted to give me candy to eat, I believed that he really thought that he really wanted to give me honey to eat, and obediently stopped crying, but after that, he forgot all about it, so every time I met, I had to ask him for honey candy to eat, and I would cry if I didn't give it.

He can't see me crying, as long as I cry, he can answer me anything.

I feel from the bottom of my heart that the methods of crying, making trouble and hanging yourself in the script are really easy to use! I also like the honey candy seeds he gave me from the bottom of my heart, because there is always a familiar taste in the fruits he gave.

Since then, I have also used to calling him Brother Qi, and he is always very useful.

At this moment, when he saw that I was about to burst into tears, he walked like the wind, entered the main hall, and saw the teacher lying on the bench, snoring with a harass.........