The banquet resumed, and the assassination episode just now seemed to be forgotten by everyone, and the main lord didn't say anything, and the ministers knew his thoughts, and knew that he had no intention of dealing with the two assassins who came to be funny, and continued to restore the previous joyful atmosphere as if they didn't know.

It's just that the little gossipy eyes couldn't help but throw themselves at the woman in red beside the main owner.

His eyes seemed to be a little too hot, and Ying Zheng, who was about to pick up the wine glass and drink, suddenly paused, and the eyelids that had been lowered suddenly rose, and the sharp gaze like a cheetah shot straight out, and the officials who were only so frightened that they secretly looked at it took their eyes back.

Seeing this, Yan Bei beside him unconsciously had a smile in his eyes, took out the white square paper and charcoal that were always in his sleeve, and wrote on the desk, which attracted Ying Zheng's attention in just a moment.

He tilted his head slightly to look at her, his eyes drooping slightly, as if he was curious about what she was doing.

Yan Bei noticed his gaze and suddenly looked up and smiled at him.

Ying Zheng looked stunned, and then pretended to be casual and looked away, looking at the song and dance dancing again in the hall, that look, that look, as if he had been watching the dance just now.

Yan Bei looked funny, didn't tear him down, folded the small note, and put the small note and charcoal together with Yingzheng as if inadvertently.

Then he withdrew his hand and sat upright.

After about two or three seconds, Ying Zheng turned his head sideways to look at her first, and then picked up the small note she left behind and flipped through it.

[I'm sorry for the past]

Looking at this line of delicate handwriting, Ying Zheng frowned, picked up the charcoal pen and wrote something on the small note, and then put the note and charcoal in the position just now, and continued to watch the song and dance.

Yan Bei didn't expect that he didn't even send the note to him, he was a little surprised, but curiosity still prevailed, "cough" coughed twice, and with apprehension, he reached over and took the small note.

Glancing at Ying Zheng and seeing that his face was expressionless, Yan Bei suddenly chuckled in his heart.

Taking a deep breath, he opened the small note with the tough mentality that it was not the first time he had been hit anyway.

[Let the past go with the wind, as long as you are truly repentant, the widow no longer cares]

Looking at such a line of words, Yan Bei was a little confused, the corners of his mouth twitched slightly, and he turned his head to glance at the person next to him.

He was still serious and looked at the song and dance with that expressionless face, looking at such a face, Yan Bei couldn't believe that this sentence came from him.

Such an angry sentence, must it be written by the person in front of her?

Yan Bei couldn't believe it, so she wrote another paragraph and handed over the small note.

[In that case, let's start over]

[Since you are so sincere, how can a widow bear to refuse]

Yan Bei held the small note in his hand, looking at these two sentences, as if there were 10,000 grass and mud horses galloping past in his heart.

She bets five cents, this cheap son is a sullen man!

Yan Bei looked at the serious young man in front of him, and then looked at the note in his hand, and there was only one sigh, people can't look good......

At the end of the banquet, Yan Bei took the small note back to his dormitory, and began to fall into deep thought when he looked at the contents of the small note.

Suddenly she realized that her son was a sullen or something, and she needed to slow down, otherwise she would never be able to look directly at his majestic cheap son again.

The next day, Ying Zheng led a large group of people back to Xianyang, presumably in a hurry to go back to deal with the two assassins.

Yan Bei also recovered from his contemplation and continued his daily teaching.

It's just that after this banquet, something is different after all.

For example, Yan Bei found that she could actually go out of the palace and walk freely in Yongdu City!

Not only that, but she also got a box of teaching start-up funds, a small golden box, which only made Yan Bei's eyes hot.

If it weren't for the remnants of her sanity telling her that this was the start-up capital used to complete the teaching career, she would not have been able to resist selling all this gold to the system.

At this moment, Yan Bei was happy, and his favorability towards Yingzheng's son gradually rose.

But before she was happy for a while, a will came down, and her right-hand man Zhao Gao was transferred, not only that, but Yingzheng also gave her a new person, saying that it was to relieve her boredom.

Yan Bei stood outside the school under construction, looking at the thirteen-year-old boy in front of him who had just stepped out of the carriage, and felt that he had lost a lot of money in this exchange.

Ying Zheng wanted to go to Zhao Gao, who was in the hall and down to the kitchen, and was also running errands and watching the door for massage, but now what was sent was a little Zhengtai who was wearing a brocade dress, white and tender, this is very unfair, okay!

What can this little Zhengtai do? If you can't lift your hands and shoulders, you can't pick them, but do you have a good look?

With a dark face, looking at the kid in front of him who was looking at him with wide eyes, Yan Bei frowned and asked:

"What's your name?"

asked, and had already planned the position of sweeping boy for this kid in his heart.

Unexpectedly, after hearing the kid's answer, Yan Bei almost knelt down.

The young man took a step forward and arched his hand slightly in a serious manner: "Boy Fusu, meet the imperial grandmother!" ”

"Fusu?" Yan Bei asked rhetorically, and when he got the jaw of the kid in front of him, his head buzzed, and the effect was no less than a thunderbolt on a sunny day.

【Ding! Torsion +20, current torsion 40/100]

Listening to the system prompt sound in his head, Yan Bei came back to his senses for a long time, looked at the old young man in front of him in disbelief, and asked:

"Zheng'er asked you to come over?"

"Yes!" Fusu nodded, "Father asked me to come over and study with the imperial grandmother." ”

Hearing this answer, Yan Bei understood, nodded, and brought the eldest grandson in front of him, who was too mature beyond his age, into the palace, and led him to his side hall.

As soon as he arrived here, Yan Bei completely relaxed, after all, it was his own territory, and he had to be more comfortable to stay.

As soon as he entered the hall, he casually pointed to the cushions in the hall and said with a smile: "Sit casually, you don't need to be restrained here." ”

As he spoke, seeing that Fusu was a little uncomfortable sitting down in the guest seat, he called Sang in again and asked her to get some food.

Fusu has been silently looking at this imperial grandmother, who is very strange to him, watching her every move, only feeling that this person has a special magic power, staying by her side, will always unconsciously relax.

Or maybe it was Xianyang, who was far away from the very disciplined Xianyang, when Sang brought a plate of food that he had never seen before, Fusu, who was really hungry, began to eat with chopsticks at the instigation of Yan Bei.

During the whole process, Yan Bei sat on the main seat and watched, nodding from time to time, or showing a kind smile like a grandmother, looking at the young man in front of him who was conquered by food, and his heart was extremely satisfied.