Ren Miao's eyes narrowed, others may not know, this is a manifestation of his real anger in his previous life, he is very strange, what kind of medicine did this so-called Steward Li take, he dared to kick his nose and face to compare himself with himself, although he didn't care what kind of son he was, but it was not his turn to jump out.

Suddenly, Ren Miao smiled, took two steps, stopped half a meter away from Steward Li, and beckoned to Steward Li.

Steward Li was surprised, forgetting for a moment that Ren Miao couldn't speak, and thought that he had something to say, so he involuntarily bent down in front of Ren Miao.

The corners of Ren Miao's mouth pulled up slightly, and then he slammed his hand back, and slapped it fiercely towards Steward Li's face!

"Bang!", the room was silent, and everyone stared blankly at the scene in front of them.

Steward Li was slapped to the ground by this slap, and a small red slap mark soon appeared on his face, and there was a trace of blood at the corner of his mouth, his whole person was blinded by this palm fan, and he looked at Ren Yi directly, he couldn't imagine that this seven-year-old child, who seemed to be able to be blown down by a gust of wind, really dared to beat himself, and underestimated how this child's strength could be so great!

"Ahem, cough, cough," after a slap, Ren Miao seemed to have used too much force to pull the old disease, and there was a cough, and a trace of blood appeared at the corner of his mouth.

However, with a smile on his face, he bent down and probed his face in front of Steward Li, as if he was poking his face to make him fight back, but there was a cold in those dark eyes, which actually made Steward Li feel a cold fear and chill, and his fingers that pointed at Ren Ethereal also hung down involuntarily.

The meaning of Ren Ethereal's silence is obvious, I beat you, and now you have the ability to fight back!

Under the sun, the young man was thinly dressed, his body was slender, his pale cheeks were faintly red through the sunlight, with a hint of smile, and there was a sense of sick beauty, while Steward Li sat on the ground in fear and silence as if he was a lost dog, his face full of peach blossoms, a few broken teeth scattered on the ground, miserable and miserable formed a sharp contrast, as if it was a picture scroll imprinted into everyone's eyes.

The little maid Cui'er just now covered her mouth, looking at this scene in disbelief, and suddenly felt a little afraid.

Steward Li's choice doesn't need to be thought about, even if he is given the courage to cover the sky, he doesn't dare to do anything to Ren Miao, even if Ren Miaoyi is the son of a cheap concubine in their mouths, but no matter how cheap he is, he is more noble than these dogs of the Hou Mansion!

Steward Li had no doubt that if he did anything out of the ordinary to Ren Ethereal, it would be passed on as a version of the story of how to leave, but he could be sure that he would have nowhere to stay, Master Hou, he would not let him live, even if he didn't care about Ren Ethereal anymore.

Therefore, he slapped in vain, he could only endure it, next to him, laughing with him, but he couldn't have any resistance, rain, dew and thunder, all of them were the grace of the Lord!

"Don't let me see you again," Ren made a few strokes on the ground, then patted the dust that didn't exist on his body, and turned away from the yard.

The maids behind him, looking at Ren's ethereal figure, showed a look of fear, no one could have imagined that the usually silent boy would have such a fierce and violent scene, the contrast, the most shocking, so it also left a deep impression in their hearts.

With excitement and joy on her face, Feng Die glared at Steward Li, pulled Cangyue, and chased towards Ren's ethereal figure.

The next day, accompanied by Feng Die, Ren Mi went to the private school of the Hou Mansion!

Along the way, there was a trace of awe in the eyes of the people who looked at Ren, no need to ask, in this small social system, what he did yesterday has been spread.

Ren Miao didn't squint, and walked in the direction of the private school, as if everything around him couldn't be seen in the slightest.

The private school of the Marquis Mansion of the City of Jingri was in the northeast corner of the courtyard, and the road was a kilometer away from Ren Ethereal, and when he arrived, there was a trace of fine beads of sweat.

The private school was empty, except for an old gentleman with a slightly gray beard sitting on the podium, looking at the books in his hand without lifting his eyelids.

Ren Miao turned out to be the earliest.

Choosing a lower position, Ren Miao sat down, took out the book and read it by himself, one old and one young, there was a sense of harmony at this moment.

"Emperor Qianyuan, do you like history?" Suddenly, a slightly old voice sounded on Ren Miao's side, and the old man on the stage had come to his side at some point, frowning and looking at the book in Ren Miao's hand.

Ren nodded miserably.

"Most of the people who study history are old Confucians, and there are few people of your age, but the history is too buoyant, but it is too early for you", the old man shook his head.

As he spoke, schoolchildren began to come one after another, but they were stopped at the door, and the old man was no longer pleasant at the moment, his face was as wrinkled as tree bark, and he didn't know when there was an extra ruler in his hand.

"What time is this?" asked the old pedant sternly, not in a loud voice, but it made the schoolboy standing in the doorway tremble.

"Whisk, sir," someone replied timidly.

The old man nodded, held the ring ruler, and walked in front of everyone.

"Latecomers, reach out"

The voice lagged behind, and then the sound of "pop papa" sounded, accompanied by a cry of pain and low groans, and more than a dozen seven or eight-year-old children at the door covered their palms, with tears in their eyes, and almost wanted to cry.

"If you're late, you don't have to come," the old gentleman's words resounded in the school.

"Yes, sir," the children responded.

The old gentleman seemed to be very majestic in the Hou Mansion, and the words had been spoken, and no one dared to refute the disobedience.

"Worship Wensheng!", after all the students took their seats, Mr.'s expression became solemn and solemn, and then bowed deeply in the southeast direction, and the other students also followed and bowed a few times.

Ren Miao is the same, the master worships the sage of literature, he knows that in this world represents the highest mountain of Confucianism, many famous works and poems were created by the sage of literature, it can be said that he single-handedly created the world's knowledge system.

There was a legend that at the beginning of the Nine Realms, the human race was difficult, and it was the martial saint who created the martial arts of the human race, and the Wen Sheng, who created the wisdom of the human race, was based on tens of millions of years, the two saints have not faded, and they will be enjoyed forever.

It is that at the beginning of enlightenment, they will pay tribute to the contribution of Wensheng as they do today.

After respecting Wensheng, Master Wang began to teach.

I have to admit that this Wang Fuzi has some real talents, but I think that the Hou Mansion will not invite generals, and the content of what he says is fine, without too much complicated nonsense, and he can always see his heart in one word.

I don't know that in order to take care of Ren Miao's interest in historiography, Wang Fuzi's first class was about the history of the human race, which made Ren Miao's understanding of the world more comprehensive and perfect.

Seven or eight-year-old children, happy and moving, could not sit for long, because most of the private school teachers are set at a forty-minute teaching time, but Wang Fuzi's first class seems to be different, an hour has passed, Wang Fuzi has no intention of leaving the class.

Most of the schoolchildren in the audience have begun to be slightly restless, talking to each other and distracted.

Wang Fuzi didn't care at all, he was still explaining, but a pair of eyes were secretly observing, and when he saw Ren Miao still holding a book and listening to the class, his eyes lit up slightly.

That's right, he is testing, and he is also testing and learning from their patience and learning, and he is a person who needs to endure loneliness, and impetuous people can't get through this road.

Of the more than 20 children from the Hou Mansion present, there were only two people he was satisfied with today, one was Ren Miao, and the other was a boy with freckles on his face.

Finally, Mr. Wang announced the end of class, and the children flew out of the school like pigeons, frolicking in the courtyard.

However, a few of them had new goals, and a little fat man followed by two or three little followers and walked to Ren Miao's table, looking at Ren Ethereal arrogantly, his eyes full of dissatisfaction.

"Hey, dumb, it looks like you love to learn!" "How did the little fat man look at how uncomfortable Ren Miao was, why they were all beaten, just this kid was alone, he had already reprimanded Ren Miao before.

Ren Miao didn't speak, or rather, there was no reason to speak.

The little fat man's face turned red, as if he had been provoked, and a posthumous son who had no mother and no father was actually ignoring him!

"Huh!", the little fat man snatched the book from Ren Yi's hand, looked at him triumphantly, as if he had won the general, turned around and threw the book into the courtyard with a bang.

"Hahahaha!", the little henchmen around the little fat man laughed as if they echoed this scene.

Ren Yi looked at them silently, and said that he was angry, he couldn't deal with these children of a few years old, but he always felt a little unhappy!

However, in the next second, a snap interrupted their laughter, and Master Wang, who went to the latrine, stood behind them with a blue face at some point, holding a ring ruler, and hit the fat man's ass with a stick.

"The Book of the Saints! How dare you treat it like this!" the anger of the prince could be seen in his trembling beard, and the master held in his hand the book that had been thrown out by the little fat man.

The little fat man covered his buttocks, and he couldn't laugh anymore at the moment, just like a defeated rooster, standing there dejectedly, with a pair of eyes peeking at Ren Miao, revealing a trace of resentment, which made Ren Miaoyi quite a headache, no need to ask, this little fat man must have been remembered on his head again.

"Get down! Get the Ten Rings!" However, it wasn't over yet, obviously, the little fat man's act of throwing away the book made the master really angry.

With the snapping sound of the ring ruler and the screams of the little fat man, the ten ring rulers bloomed on the little fat man's buttocks.