On this warm spring afternoon, looking at the twelve words in front of him, Emperor Yuan Jia suddenly had an illusion, as if he was standing on the land of northern Xinjiang again, hunting the north wind blowing in his face, the armor was frozen into ice, and the tip of the iron spear was condensed with snow droplets.

Looking around, between the towering mountains, countless fortresses are staggered, standing on the border of the Great Chu Dynasty, guarding and supporting each other, intertwined into a steel-like defense line, guarding the homeland behind them and guarding the fathers and villagers living in this land.

The corners of Emperor Yuan Jiadi's eyes gradually became wet.

Da Chu is my motherland.

Yes.

Da Chu is his homeland.

Not only his, but also tens of thousands of soldiers, countless peasants who worked hard and worked hard, or those who were full of ambition and courageous progress.

Da Chu is the motherland of each of them.

It is the motherland that everyone will protect with their lives.

It is the ancestral country from the temple to the Lishu.

"Good, good, good." Emperor Yuan Jiadi's mouth burst out of three "good" words in a row, one louder than the other, and one more high-pitched.

When the last good word was spoken, his face was filled with joy and sadness at the same time, which looked quite hideous.

He Shun'an's waist bent deeper, and cold sweat trickled down his forehead.

Emperor Yuan Jia's temper has always been very gentle, and it is rare for him to have such ups and downs.

Something must be wrong.

This made He Shunan more and more afraid to speak out, and he hated not to even be angry, so it was best to be a wood.

What Emperor Yuan Jiadi said must be the opposite, the so-called "good" actually means "very bad" and "very bad".

It should be some kind of Chinese textbook that is in trouble.

He Shunan thought, and couldn't help but feel some sympathy for the Chengguo Mansion.

Grandpa Guo has easily put his position right, and now he is getting the favor of the saint, this is good, Miss Chen San came up with a textbook, and she made His Majesty angry like this.

Alas, what a iniquity.

He Shunan shook his head vigorously in his heart.

As the saying goes, there are no flowers for a hundred days, and he once again deeply realized that staying honest is better than anything else, and it is better to do less of these early things.

"He Daban."

A low call came, and He Shun'an hurriedly took half a step forward and responded, "The slave is here." ”

"Go and find Pei Shu, I have something to say to him."

When he said this, Emperor Yuan Jia's expression was much calmer, his gentle face did not rise and fall, and his eyes were full of restraint and no longer had emotional surges, and they were very peaceful.

He Shun'an answered yes and retreated silently.

Emperor Yuan Jia stood up from the dragon chair and looked out the window.

It was nearly dusk, the remnant sun was like blood, and the golden red beam of light penetrated through the window pane, and sprinkled on the royal case carved with a golden dragon.

The Chinese textbook of Quancheng Girls' School is still spread out on the first page, and the handwriting on the paper can be seen under the reflection of the slanting sun.

Emperor Yuan Jia looked at it in a daze for a while, retracted his gaze, and looked at the gorgeous sunset in the distance, as if he was a little distracted.

He walked a few steps forward, as if to enjoy the beautiful scenery of the spring sunset, but suddenly stopped, hesitated for a moment, turned back to the side of the imperial case, took the Chinese textbook, and said to himself with a light smile: "Let's take a look, see what else is there." ”

After saying this, his eyes swept to the rest of the textbooks, and finally he raised his voice and ordered: "Come on, send these textbooks to the Xuande Hall for me." ”

"Yes, Your Majesty." Two chamberlains trotted in, each picking up a few textbooks.

"Be careful, don't break it, that's all I have." Emperor Yuan Jia admonished, and his voice was very gentle.

When the two chamberlains heard this, their hearts trembled, and they didn't know where these thin pamphlets were, but His Majesty was so concerned.

"Yes, Your Majesty." They complimented again, becoming more and more cautious, and slowly retreated as if they were holding a fragile jade artifact.

Emperor Yuan Jia smiled, opened the textbook in his hand, and read it carefully according to the afterglow of the pulse by the window......

The weather at the end of March, with a soft spring breeze, is the best time of the year.

Chen Ying sat in the principal's office, leaning against the window, grading the homework handed in by the students, and holding an open letter in his hand.

This was written by Pei Shu.

In the letter, he asked Chen Ying to go to Dengzhou Mansion as soon as possible, saying that "there is something important to discuss."

This seemingly simple invitation made Chen Ying notice a trace of abnormality.

As early as more than a month ago, Pei Shu wrote that he was going to Dengzhou Mansion to investigate the fire situation in the homeless camp.

However, a month has passed, Chen Ying has never received a word from him again, and Lang Tingyu has only come once, and said straightly, "Our master has something to do, and he can't leave Beijing for a while."

Pei Shu should have been delayed by something, Chen Ying came to a conclusion. Moreover, the matter of keeping him should not be small, at least more important than the camp built by His Royal Highness the Prince.

Just when Chen Ying thought that the affairs of the exile camp would be put on hold forever, Pei Shu's letter came suddenly, and he asked her to pass.

Does this indicate that there is another big case in Dengzhou Mansion? Or is it a bottleneck in the fire investigation of the homeless people?

Between his thoughts, Chen Ying's speed of correcting homework did not slow down at all, the soft tip of the pen slid across the paper, and its voice was soft, as if it was inadvertently about to be covered by the east wind outside the window.

When the last assignment was finally completed, Chen Ying washed the pen and placed it in the pen compartment, so that she stretched out not very elegantly.

The sun is shining outside the window, the tutu in the campus is about to bloom, but the growth of the vine is quite gratifying, many of the pillars are covered with a layer of green, when walking in the meantime, the blue shadow is faint, the more it shows a kind of tranquility.

Since the opening of Quancheng Girls' School, Chen Ying has lived a life of two points and one line, and has almost no time to pay attention to other things.

She is a person who takes several classes, her work is quite heavy, and there are a lot of chores in the school, so she is so busy that sometimes she will spend the night in the small courtyard of the dormitory when she has no time to go home.

This behavior naturally aroused a lot of criticism, and because the girls' school never received visitors, except for a few people with access cards, the rest were all blocked from the door, even if the senator's wife came, they were also closed, so Chen Ying was labeled as "not knowing etiquette".

Anyway, it's deviant enough, and Chen Ying doesn't mind being accused a few more words.

In her view, the school is a place for preaching, teaching, and solving doubts, not a zoo for people to visit. The students' schoolwork is not easy, where do they have the leisure to entertain these ladies?

In order to cultivate truly useful talents, we can only pay close attention to the quality of teaching and strictly abide by the rules and regulations, at least at the current level of students, they are not suitable for distraction.

When the school is on the right track, such activities can be appropriately arranged.