Xuanyuan Wuji soon left Liangzhou and went to the front line, where he spent at least three hundred and sixty-five days a year on the front line. Before leaving, he arranged for Xuanyuan Zhao's affairs. First of all, let him go to school, there is a private school specially opened for Xuanyuan's lineage, which is fully militarized, in addition to learning the necessary cultural knowledge, but also to carry out arduous cultivation and training.

Subsequently, as the head of the family, he announced that Xuanyuan Zhao enjoyed the treatment of a second-class clan. This caused an uproar, because so far, there has not been a single teenager who has enjoyed the treatment of a first-class clan, and there are only seven or eight people who have enjoyed the treatment of a second-class clan.

Xuanyuan Wuji simply ignored the protests and slanders of others, and acted arbitrarily.

Xuanyuan Wuji is indeed dedicated to Xuanyuan Zhao's good, but this kind of behavior has brought a lot of hatred to Xuanyuan Zhao. Even the Yang family was very angry, the eldest daughter-in-law Kong was also extremely unhappy, and even the eldest son Xuanyuan Yi felt that it was too much, not to mention others.

The person who took care of Xuanyuan Zhao was a servant girl, in her thirties, and her figure began to grow. She was leading Xuanyuan Zhao to the private school. In the corridor of the orchid garden, I met the grandmother Kong.

Kong was born in Kong Valve, and she is also the eldest daughter of Kong Valve, and her identity is equivalent to Xuanyuan Yi, which can be described as a good match. Kong is only twenty-five or sixteen now, and he is known for his gentleness and virtuousness. She pushes a wheeled cart on which sits her only son, Xuanyuan Hong.

Xuanyuan Hong is seven years old this year, and he has a good talent, but when he was five years old, he was able to trigger the quadruple tide. Unfortunately, I accidentally ingested the drug, which caused damage to my muscles and veins, and my lower body was paralyzed. invited countless famous doctors, and they all said that he might not be able to cultivate in this life, so he could only be a mortal with peace of mind.

This news is nothing to five-year-old Xuanyuan Hong, and the biggest pain is nothing more than being unable to walk upright. But for Kong and Xuanyuan Yi, it was a big deal. One is out of parental love, and the other is out of a desire for power.

If Xuanyuan Hong is healthy and healthy, as long as his talent is not too bad, he can succeed to become the head of Xuanyuan Valve's family, which is the absolute advantage of his sons and grandsons. However, Xuanyuan Hong couldn't cultivate, and he smashed all of this to pieces.

What's even more terrifying is that because Xuanyuan Hongshang has lost his inheritance, as his father, his inheritance rights are also greatly affected. The second and third are all fighting hard, especially the second child, who married a princess, and the advantage is enough to offset the lack of the eldest son.

But God did not close all the doors and windows for them, and left them with a ray of hope. According to the head of the Tai Hospital, who was specially invited from the Deep Palace last time, if he could find a suitable innate source crystal, Xuanyuan Hong could be cured.

For them, this hope is equivalent to nothing, you know, the innate source crystal, there is no one in a billion. Every owner is standing at the peak of the times to see the changes in the world, not to mention the source crystal that needs to fit.

Kong's face is smiling from afar, making people feel the spring breeze.

Xuanyuan Zhao's maidservant Aunt Lan bowed and bowed deeply: "The slave and maid meet the young lady." ”

Xuanyuan Zhao saw Kong for the first time, with his face up, his clear eyes like a clear stream. He didn't greet him, he didn't even say anything, and he didn't mean to give way.

Kong's brows furrowed, but the disgust in his eyes was not concealed. Xuanyuan Hong, who was sitting in a wheelchair, also looked at Xuanyuan Zhao curiously, and said, "You are the cousin who picked it up?"

Xuanyuan Zhao tilted his nose and jumped away, without any response. Aunt Lan apologized again and again, and Kong snorted coldly: "What a wild child." The Xuanyuan family is a well-educated world, this kind of rude thing can't happen again, you have to discipline yourself, and the next time it happens, you will definitely not be forgiven. ”

Aunt Lan chased after Xuanyuan Zhao with a thousand thanks, and her heart kept beating the drum, today's incident was obviously offended by the Kong family, and she had been hesitating to resign from the work of this little ancestor.

Xuanyuan Hong also went to private school, and the two stepped on the door one after the other, but the treatment was very different. Xuanyuan Zhao was scolded by Mr., and slapped the palm of his hand, and then was thrown to the corner by Mr. and sat down. As soon as Xuanyuan Hong came, Mr. immediately went over to push the wheelchair and asked for warmth.

The private school in the house, although it is run by the Xuanyuan valve, but the teaching is rigorous, a total of two classes, large classes and small classes, the subjects are mainly divided into four categories. The first is the literacy enlightenment class, which mainly studies the "Hadith", "Taizu Record", and "Xuanyuan Family Training"; the second is arithmetic, and the textbook is "Arithmetic Primary", which is mainly the addition, subtraction, multiplication and division within two digits; the third is the cultivation class, which occupies half of the time, and has a variety of military postures, basic moves, physical training, and theoretical courses for cultivation; and the fourth is the art class, which is divided into interest classes, which can be blown and sung, and can also be danced and written. After all, the Xuanyuan family is an aristocrat that has been inherited for thousands of years, and these things that help the aristocratic temperament and cultivation must be learned.

There are more than fifty children in total, and Xuanyuan Hong is the largest, although his legs and feet are inconvenient, he still becomes the child king here, because he has always had a guard with him. The youngest is now Xuanyuan Zhao, who is only five years old, and most of them here are six to seven years old.

Entering school early and late, Xuanyuan Zhao was assigned to a small class, and the first class was Mr. Shiraishi's lecture on the Hadith.

The Hadith is an important canon of the Tang Emperor/State, which records the words and deeds of several saints, and is the code of conduct and morality of the people. It is a compulsory subject for both major and small exams.

Xuanyuan Zhao didn't understand what the old gentleman was shaking his head to read, he had to start recognizing it word by word. His memory is quite good, and he can write, read and recognize as long as he teaches it once. By the end of the lesson, the first hadith was able to be read with a slurp. But when Baishi called his name and told him to stand up and read, he pouted and said, "I'm not called Xuanyuan Zhao." ”

Mr. Shiraishi was a little unhappy, and the youngest boy in the newspaper was called Xuanyuan Zhao. He frowned, coughed lightly, but the ring ruler in his hand was reborn on the podium, and said majestically: "You come to read the first one." ”

Xuanyuan Zhao stood quietly, closed his lips tightly, did not say a word, and fought with silence, but the consequences were serious, and he was hit three times by Baishi on the palm of his hand. If the other children had cried earlier, but he didn't cry, he didn't even blink the muscles in his face and his eyes. Shiraishi was a little frustrated, so he could only stand again.

Xuanyuan Zhao didn't cry because it didn't hurt. Mr. Shiraishi was obviously wrong in assessing him based on the ability of an ordinary child to bear him. A child of his age has not yet started cultivating at all, and even if he can take some heavenly and earthly treasures, his physical body is equivalent to quenching his body by about one weight.

After the cultural knowledge class, there is an arithmetic class, followed by an art class. The teacher of arithmetic is an old man with a gray beard, very funny, and the content that was originally dry was covered by him, and the students were also laughing. Since entering Xuanyuan Mansion, Xuanyuan Zhao, who had never smiled, also showed a smile for the first time, and the sadness in his eyes also weakened.

When he was smiling, he was glanced at by the old man, and immediately covered his grinning lips with his little hands, but his eyebrows and eyes were still full of smiles. The old man's teacher's surname was Wu, and he nodded, very approvingly.

The art class is a young female teacher, surnamed Jing, beautiful, and very youthful, and also quite accomplished in music.

The first lesson taught by Mr. Jing was very boring, and it was some of the most basic knowledge of musical notation. Xuanyuan Zhao, who didn't know how to appreciate beautiful women, fell asleep in class, and naturally accepted the punishment again.

There are three classes in the morning, and at noon it must also be in the school, and as for lunch, there is a special cook to make it, and everyone enjoys the same. Of course, like Xuanyuan Hong, there is a maid and an old mother who brought a lot of food boxes and set a separate table for him to eat. As the eldest son, you are eligible for this privilege.

The afternoon class is much more difficult than the morning class, and the children in the kindergarten class have experienced it a year earlier, and when they hear the bell, they stand in three rows and eight columns, while the children in the small class are still chaotic.

Their teacher, rather the coach, was called Geng Zuo. is the general of the Xuanyuan valve, Zeng was also born and died, made many meritorious deeds, and had excellent moral character, so he got this errand. He had a beard, muscles like a mountain, and a face of hatred, almost writing the word wicked on his face.

"All stand up, if you don't stand within three numbers, just wait for punishment. ”

The scrambling child didn't listen at all, he should have spoken, spoken, laughed, laughed. Xuanyuan Zhao stood very alertly, his body was straight and loose, and his whole body was tense. His father taught him this kind of military posture when he was two years old.

Bang! Bang......

"Wow...... Woo......"

The whipping of the whip, followed by the howl of the child. Geng Zuo was not afraid or merciful, as long as he didn't stand in line, no matter how fierce he cried, he would still be whipped.

All the children stood tall under the whip and then received a lecture from Geng Zuo. The content of the lecture is still teaching all the children what to do next, and what punishment will be given to those who fail to do it.

Xuanyuan Zhao was a vanguard, and his eyes were not on Geng Zuo, but on Xuanyuan Hong. Xuanyuan Hong was the only one who didn't have to queue, he was in a wheelchair, and there was a guard standing behind him, looking at it with envy in his eyes.