The Great Qi Empire, the Beigong Mansion in the northern town, and a remote courtyard somewhere in the back house.

The morning sun was slightly dewed, the air was dry and cold, and the entire back house of the mansion woke up from the silence, and this remote courtyard close to the back wall was no exception.

"Third Young Master, get up!"

Two twelve or thirteen-year-old maids were busy, and a middle-aged woman with a shrewd round face walked to the closed door of the master bedroom and gently tapped the wooden door to call.

"Knowing Mama Li, I'll get up!"

There was a young man's languid voice in the room, followed by the sound of getting up and getting dressed and going down to the ground, but after a moment there was the sound of footsteps, and the closed carved wooden door opened.

Dressed in a half-old brocade robe, a five-foot-tall shawl, and a young boy with a young face who looked like he was only about ten years old, stood behind the door and smiled on his face.

"The three teenagers are going back to the house, it's not good to be cold and dry!"

Mama Li took the young man's hand, entered the warm bedroom, let the young man sit in front of the bronze mirror that was half a person high, and said with a smile: "Hua Hong, come over and help the third young master sort out the crown hair, otherwise you will have to be criticized when you get to the lady!" ”

"Come on, come on, Liu Lu will wait for the three teenagers to wash their coughs first, and the little maid will come to sort out the hair crown!"

The two little maids, who had been busy in the small yard before, hurriedly put down their work, one took a basin and the other took a brocade cloth, and hurriedly entered the house to help the young man wash his cough, and at the same time take care of his messy hair.

"Third Young Master, yesterday Madame received a letter from the eldest young master from the capital, and she was in a pretty good mood, so I don't need to stay with Madame for too long today!"

"Last night, the fourth young master was playing around and broke a set of palace porcelain tea sets, you must be careful today, don't be taken by Aunt Zhao!"

"The son of the big butler has made a contribution in the army, don't forget to congratulate you when you meet it!"

“……”

Chen Ying sat on a small chair, and he was really not interested in paying attention to these in the back house of the mansion, but it was a pity that his identity did not allow it.

As a concubine of the public mansion whose biological mother died early, before he left the house as an adult and lived alone, there was basically not much room for autonomy.

If you want to live comfortably, you have to be honest according to the rules of the back house of the public mansion, otherwise the consequences will be quite bad.

Fortunately, his psychology is very mature, and his young body contains the soul of a traverser, so he was not affected by the battle in the backyard of the public mansion, and lived peacefully to the age of ten.

Otherwise, the glory of the mansion, the embarrassing identity, the flattery of the subordinates, and the quiet but ruthless suppression can definitely make a concubine without the protection of his biological mother have serious psychological problems.

Either the heart is exhausted, the whole day is submissive, or the psychology is twisted and full of resentment.

Fortunately......

"Third Young Master, it's almost time, it's better to go to the main courtyard as soon as possible to say goodbye!"

Looking at the sky outside, Mama Li's round face showed a hint of worry, and she reminded.

"Alright, I'll go!"

Chen Ying took a closer look at the bronze mirror, and the young man with a lazy face who was originally cloaked in a cape has become a beautiful boy with a small crown on his head.

With a grin, he greeted the only two little maids in the courtyard, and walked towards the main courtyard with Mama Li.

As a well-known military boss in the Great Qi Empire, Zhenbei Gong is a powerful prince in the border area with 300,000 soldiers in his hands, and his mansion is naturally very vast, and the houses are continuous and majestic, just like a small city.

The small courtyard where Chen Ying lives is close to the side wall, which is naturally far away from the main courtyard of the back house, and with his footsteps, it will take at least half an hour to walk all the way.

There was a carriage before the age of seven, but after the age of seven, there was no such good thing.

It's not that the government is reluctant, but the strange decision made by the prince of Zhenbei, who is the prince of the border town.

If you say anything about his son, he will also go to the battlefield in the future, and he has to train up since he was a child, so as not to lose his face when he grows up.

In the end, only Chen Ying, a concubine without mother's protection, was the one who suffered.

Three hundred and sixty days a year, no matter whether it is windy, rainy, snowy, or the heat is rolling in the heat, he has to obey the rules and honestly go to the main courtyard to say goodbye.

As Chen Ying's wet nurse and the only confidant left by her deceased mother, Li's mother privately complained about Chen Ying, but unfortunately it was useless.

All she can do is to 'suffer' with Chen Ying rain or shine, and at the same time help solve some of the harassments of her subordinates.

Chen Ying didn't feel tired, her body was straight, her steps were very steady, her breathing was rhythmic, her chest and abdomen rose and fell regularly, and she was deeply rooted in the essence of the basic exercise of the Gongfu.

In any case, they are all top generals, and it is normal to have an extremely stable basic training method.

He simply regarded the journey to the main courtyard as a kind of exercise.

After three years of rain or shine training, this set of basic breathing methods that can move most of the muscles and bones around the body has formed the instinct of the body.

Half an hour when he walked to the gate of the main courtyard, his body's qi, blood, muscles and bones moved slowly, and a thin layer of sweat secreted from his forehead.

"Sister Lingque, is Mother up?"

took the silk scarf handed by Mama Li and wiped it, and asked with a smile at the big girl in the main courtyard who was at the door.

"Oh, the third young master is here, the little maid is going to return to Madame!"

The sparrow's attitude was neither salty nor light, and with a standard smile that could not be said whether it was cold or hot, it turned around and returned to the inner hall of the main courtyard.

was not called into the ear room to sit down and wait, let alone tea and snacks were served, Chen Ying had long been used to it, but he would not worry about a big girl in the main courtyard, and his mentality was very stable.

But Mama Li behind her still couldn't look at it after so long, and when she turned around, she just saw the anger in Mama Li's eyes, and shook her head slightly to signal her not to show traces.

Soon, a maid led Chen Ying into the main hall of the back hall of the main courtyard, and the Duchess of Zhenbei, who was also the 'mother' in his mouth, was already fully dressed and sat on the main seat.

"Greetings to the mother!"

Standing in the center of the main hall, Chen Ying made a standard greeting to his mother-in-law, and was meticulous so that people could not find the slightest fault.

Although he is only an unappreciated concubine in the public government, the family etiquette and some rules that should be learned have not been left behind.

"Ying'er is here, sit down and wait for dinner together!"

The Duchess looked pale and spoke calmly, waved her hand and asked Chen Ying to sit aside, without showing the slightest sign of affection.

Chen Ying didn't feel left out, he was a concubine who was not taken care of by his mother, and his mother-in-law could not show disgust and impatience, which was already quite face-saving.

According to the past habits, I found an inconspicuous corner and sat down, and looked at my nose and nose as a little transparent.

Soon, the main hall was lively.

There are three concubines in Zhenbei, and they seem to have made an appointment, and they came to greet the master mother one by one with their own flesh and blood.

Among them, Aunt Zhao is dressed in fiery red brocade, with a beautiful temperament, and Chen Xiong, the fourth-ranked concubine of the government, who is one year younger than Chen Ying, and is a round little fat man.

Looking at the oily little chubby face, as well as the arrogance on the face, it is obvious that life is quite moist, and his temperament is also pampered to be a little arrogant.

Aunt Qian and Aunt Sun in the back are also beautiful, followed by Chen Ya, the fifth-ranked concubine in the public mansion, and Chen Zhi, the sixth-ranked concubine, who are all about seven years old, all of them are lovely little beauties.

Chen Ying stepped forward to salute one by one, Aunt Zhao and Chen Xiong's mother and son didn't pay attention to it at all, Aunt Qian and Aunt Sun nodded slightly, and the two little girls under their knees hurriedly shouted 'Third Brother'.

After that, he continued to hide in the corner and did not hum, and the bustle in the back hall had nothing to do with him.

Don't look at the three aunts are all concubines, but the family backgrounds behind them are not bad, and the housewife of the mansion will not do too much if there is no conflict of interest, and it is considered to kill boredom by chatting with a few smiling faces for a while.

When it was time for breakfast, Chen Ying didn't move forward at all, but silently accompanied the last seat, and every move was the standard dining mode for the children of the family, quietly killed the two large bowls of rice, and swept away half of the delicious dishes in front of him, and then he was satisfied and put down the chopsticks.

"Yo, look at Ying'er's amount of food, I ate two big bowls in one go!"

I thought it was another ordinary morning, but Aunt Zhao suddenly opened her mouth to make a raft with him, and said with a smile: "Isn't it common to eat badly in your own yard!" ”

As he spoke, he didn't pay attention to the looks of others, his smile was friendly and there was no coldness before, and he was kind and proposed: "It just so happens that there is a small stove in my aunt's yard, why don't you make more for Ying'er?" ”

"Auntie's kindness is appreciated!"

Chen Ying got up, shook his head with a wooden face and said, "The food in the big kitchen is delicious, I have a lot of fun!" ”

Aunt Zhao's face was slightly cold, and before she could speak, the housewife of the mansion said unhurriedly: "My sister is too careful, Ying'er has a small foundation in practicing martial arts with the nursing home in the house, and it is normal to consume more and eat more on weekdays!" ”

A small turmoil was eliminated, after a snack after dinner, the time was not far from class, Chen Ying asked her mother to say goodbye to her mother-in-law.

"Go, go, go to class with Xiong'er!"

The housewife of the mansion waved her hand and directly sent away Chen Xiong's little fat man, who had a little temper when he heard about class.

Chen Ying looked blank and took the reluctant little fat man to the class place.

Zhenbei Gong has two sons and two sons, and there is no clan foil who is close to the blood, so he attaches great importance to the education of his four sons, and a huge mansion will not lack the educational resources of two concubines.

The place where the class is held is in a side hall near the second gate, and the teacher is a very famous Confucian protégé in the Northland, who has only taught Chen Wen, the eldest son of the Gongfu who wants to take the literary road and has become an adult.

Looking at the bookcase neatly arranged, and there was a bunch of subsets of scriptures and histories, Chen Ying was depressed and just wanted to shout: Confucius Sage Niu Bi!

It's not that he dislikes these Confucian academic classics, but that he memorized them all early, or that all kinds of commentaries are firmly imprinted in his mind.

To put it mildly, it is still a question mark whether the teacher who teaches knows more than he knows.

But he didn't say anything, pretended to be tired of learning, and wandered around the world when Mr. was lecturing, carefully pondering the golden finger in his mind.

Fortunately, there is an even more unbearable Chen Xiong back, which allows Chen Ying to quietly pretend to be a scumbag, giving outsiders a good impression that he has no talent for learning literature.