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"No, I'm fine, Mr. Moshi. Dino sighed, tried to smile, and moved the ice water bag away from his eye socket, "Look, Mr. Moshi, it's not like 'getting hurt in the eye', it's just hitting the corner of the eye." I'm a person who has been through war, and this little injury is nothing. ”

Mo Shi fended off the water bag he was trying to press back into place, and looked at it carefully.

It was indeed a scary look, with swollen eyelids and pink whites.

Mo Shi took a closer look at the bloodshot congestion and breathed a sigh of relief.

Indeed, the eyeball should not be damaged, the red, swollen and blue part is the corner of the eye, and the swelling of the skin of the eye slightly compresses the eyeball, which is not impossible to temporarily affect the optic nerve. However, judging by Dino's reaction, his vision should not be impaired.

"Alright, Mr. Moshi. Dino pushed his hand away and pressed the water bag back into his eye socket, "I'm glad I can rest for a while, and you're still coming to see me." ”

"Of course I'll come to see you, Master Dino. ”

Mo Shi sat down in a chair beside his bed.

"Tell me what's going on?"

So Mo Shi heard such a thing:

"Prince Mando was so tired of learning that he could never sit quietly in his chair. And he especially hates homework, he doesn't even want to hold a pen, and he keeps talking back to the teacher during class. To be honest, Mr. Mo Shi, when I was a child, I also had classes I didn't like and teachers I didn't like, but God saw that I still tried to learn. ”

Mo Shi looked at the young man's troubled look lovingly because he didn't care about himself.

"As Prince Mandor's chamberlain, I certainly feel obligated to counsel him. But Prince Mandor, alas," sighed the boy, "he really doesn't like to be reasoned. I don't know what to do either. A week ago, he was asked by his literary faculty to compose a hexapline, and he hadn't written it until yesterday—which I learned later, of course, and I wasn't very close to him yet—"

At this point in the story, I have to mention another important figure: the prince's companion.

Commonly known as the "whipped", Mo Shi seems to have heard of it, referring to the boys of the same age who accompanied the prince to study in the court and were whipped by his teacher on his behalf.

Mando Golden Lion, born as the eldest grandson, of course, also has such a partner who grew up together.

To be precise, however, there are only a handful of teachings that actually try to whip "them" - after all, the "whipped" is not as revered as the prince, but it is not an unknown commoner. This time, however, it was clear that the prince had really angered the old, serious, focused professor, to the point of taking out the whip.

"It's time for you to write that poem. "Of course the whip had begged the prince so, the night before.

"God sees it, I don't want to write it! By the way, since you don't want to be beaten, you can write it for me, right?"

"He'll see it when he sees it, Your Highness!"

"I don't care!

As a result, the children's tricks were spotted at a glance. Of course, the old teacher found that this poem was not written by the prince. So he accused: "Your Highness, you are a stupid, lazy, and ungifted child, but that can be forgiven...... But now you're cheating and cheating – that's definitely not something that the teacher can allow. If I can't punish you today, God will deprive me of the right to write!"

The bigger problem is that Mando Golden Lion is furious.

He went crazy and made a lot of noise.

"I don't allow the whip to be whipped on my friend! I'm the Golden Lion, I'm the Mando Golden Lion, I don't allow it! I don't allow you!"

At the time, Dino was standing outside the classroom.

In some respects, Dino was quite conservative and conventional, such as his belief that commoners were inferior, inferior to be treated differently, which also meant that he did not consider the position of prince's accompaniment unreasonable. But this is not to say that he really agrees with the logic of "punishment on behalf of others".

In any case, despite the chaos at the time, Dino tried to stand between the old doctor who was in pain and lamented and wielded his whip, and the young golden lion who was angry and yelled and threw things around. The prince's attendant was so frightened that he wept bitterly and went under the table.

Then, of course, unfortunately, Dino was whipped on the back, and when Dino faced the golden lion and tried to stop him from continuing his furious roar (the queen and the physicians called this a "mad attack"), the prince threw the paperweight out of his hand and smashed it right in Dino's face.

When blood gushed from the wound on Dino's face, everyone was silent.

And this, of course, is why the weak-hearted eldest prince slipped all the way to his father's cloak under the pursuit of his mother.

"It's a farce. Mo Shi sighed.

"Yes. Dino agreed.

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To be honest, up to this point, Mo Shi hadn't really paid attention to anything other than the wound next to Dino's eye.

But the next day, he felt that things were not so interesting anymore.

"Perhaps you could try to teach Mandot poetry, I have heard that you read extensively when you were in spinel college, and that you studied even the oldest of the ancient Guniper poems. The king said.

It was a little too unexpected, so Mo Shi stayed there.

After a while, Mo Shi thought again: where did the king "hear" about it?

―Dino Firesparrow.

Who else could it be?

"I'm afraid I don't have the experience and the stamina to take on this heavy responsibility. Even though I'm young, I probably won't even be able to hold a whip. Mo Shi said.

And the king laughed, and assumed that he had agreed.

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Little did he realize that teaching the prince would mean that he would have a lot of time to spend in the east wing of the castle, which was the central axis of the castle where the king and his family lived, as well as many court attendants and ladies-in-waiting.

In short, he was suddenly thrown into the noisiest, most beautiful, and most splendid part of the "Amber Castle".

On his first day of teaching, he walked slowly along the path in the garden.

Duna followed him, her eyes shining, looking left and right.

"This is where the queen and the princesses walked!"

Mo Shi occasionally looked back at her. Seeing the girl's excited appearance made Mo Shi's mood a little brighter. But he had not come today to teach Mandor, who had been asked by his father to be confined to his room for two weeks, but the king's second son, Sivin Golden Lion, who was only fourteen years old.

Fourteen-year-old children, in Mo Shi's view, are children who have just entered elementary school at the age of seven or eight. He reassured himself that he should not make any big mistakes, at least in terms of the content of the course.

Around this time, when Mo Shi was thinking about it, he saw a small group of people walking on the corridor.

Leading the way were two children.

One of them was dressed in crimson with gold trim rolling on the hem and sleeves, and his hair was very supple and hung down beside his cheeks. He is a clean, beautiful child.

With a serious look on his face, he said to his companion, "We must make a good impression on the Protestant Professor!" Mandor has taken my favorite Ph.D. away again, and he hasn't even finished my assignment...... This time we want to let the new teacher know that I have absolute respect and support for him - although I haven't met him yet, I can't guarantee his character, but my mother said that we must respect the teacher because that's what God said......"

Seeing a child so serious and serious as a little gentleman, Mo Shi couldn't help but chuckle.