An Xin glanced at Jiang Zhou, the troublemaker.

"I'm going to say it wasn't meant to, can you believe it?" Jiang Zhou touched his nose and said curtly.

An Xin: "I believe~"

As soon as Jiang Zhou grinned, he heard An Xin say: "I believe you are a ghost, you are a sixth child." ”

The corners of Jiang Zhou's eyes drooped, glanced at his own mountain chief, and muttered: "I am not the youngest of the six senior brothers, An Rui is the sixth." ”

"Poof." An Xin said that I am not a person who loves to laugh, unless I can't help it.

An Rui, who was innocently lying on the gun, raised his hand to slap Jiang Zhou, a man with a poisonous tongue, and when he faced him with a smile that seemed to be not smiling, he immediately withdrew his hand cowardly.

When An Xin came out, Da Zhuang and Ling Feng were already confronting the dozens of guards in the mansion with the guards in the mansion opposite.

"Hey, Lord Sacrificial Wine has finally come out, I thought you knew that you were at a loss, and I didn't dare to come out to see Mrs. Ben." Mrs. An Guogong said in a weird manner.

"Ignore it?" An Xin sharpened his two fingers, "Knowing that your daughter can't stop a man when she sees a man on the street, Mrs. Shizi still has a little bit of public morality." ”

An Xin's tone was unhurried, and what he said was righteous and awe-inspiring.

"Slut, what my mother said is that you are at fault." Feng Wanyao saw several good-looking men standing next to An Xin, and walked out to see them.

glanced at her sarcastically, and occasionally approached An Xin to say something, which made her jealous.

"That is, you threw my daughter into the ditch, and Mrs. Ben came to settle accounts with you." Mrs. Du Shi glared at An Xin angrily: "You must give Mrs. Ben an explanation." ”

An Xin curled the corners of his lips, knowing that he was cunning with this kind of famous and unreasonable person in the capital, so he didn't bother to talk about it.

Just before she was about to speak, Jiang Zhou smiled evilly: "Throw it away, throw it away, what can you do?" ”

"He threw me." Feng Wanyao was a little nymphomaniac when Jiang Zhou laughed at her.

Pointing at Jiang Zhou and Leng Xiangbai, he then said something that shocked everyone's jaws, "Mother, can I snatch him both back to be my husband." ”

"Fuck you, fart." Jiang Zhou couldn't see it, his face was gloomy, and he turned on the poisonous tongue mode: "Don't look at your face like a basin, your eyes like sesame, like a collapsed house, and your mouth like a dung tank."

It's not your fault that you're ugly, but it's your fault that you're scary. It's good to think beautifully, but it's rare to daydream. ”

Jiang Zhou stroked the hanging hair on the sideburns of his ears, raised his thick eyebrows, and his eyes were like a piece of glass, shining with a sharp luster.

An Xin waited until his students finished speaking, and glanced at a teahouse opposite his house.

Then he retracted his gaze and summarized in a gloomy tone: "If the hundred officials of the imperial court knew about the ancestral family of the third prince and taught such a well-educated cousin, I don't know if the civil and military officials would be happy and cheer for him behind his back." ”

"Cheap ......"

"Smack!"

An Xin took back Feng Wanyao, who didn't have time to attack and teach a lesson to Feng Wanyao, who had spoken foul language, and turned his back behind him.

For the first time, I saw Leng Xiangbai, who usually showed himself as a humble and gentle gentleman, took out a plain handkerchief and carefully wiped his palm.

"You, you ......" Du Shi, the wife of the prince of An Guo, was about to get angry and order someone to beat An Xin, when an entourage squeezed in from the crowd watching the excitement, approached and whispered a few words.

Du Shi glared at An Xin fiercely and gritted his teeth unwillingly: "I'll let you go today, let's see." ”

Then he secretly glanced at Feng Wanyao with annoyance.

was slapped by Leng Xiangbai, but he still didn't want to give up and shouted, and asked the Du clan to take the evil Jiang Zhou and Leng Xiangbai, who was as handsome as jade, and Feng Wanyao, who was brought back, to leave.

The people around saw that there was no excitement to see and gradually dispersed, and at this time, an official who walked down from the teahouse opposite, brushing his beard and approaching the sixtieth birthday.

Facing An Xin, he relied on the old and betrayed the old, and reprimanded: "An sacrificial wine has to be forgiving and forgiving, and your own students should still be disciplined."

Now that he has entered the court, he can't be rude like that wilderness boy, and it's better not to be so arrogant. ”

"Scholar Ji should go back and teach the three princes well, and the students of this official don't have to worry about Master Ji." An Xin's eyes were cold, when would it be her student's turn to make noise.

Ji Kun, the teacher of the third prince who was stunned, from Yipin University, mocked unhappily: "It's the old man who talks too much, so I don't know how long the Lord of the Wine Sacrifice can continue to be so unpopular." ”

An Xin hooked the corners of his mouth, "It's still the same sentence, no matter how long this official can be arrogant, this is not to worry about Lord Ji."

I advise you to worry about it for the old or the young, otherwise it is easy to die of overwork. ”

"You, you...... Unreasonable. Scholar Ji threw his sleeves away angrily.

was ruthless in his heart, as long as the third prince he taught sat on the throne of the prince, he had to kill this woman who had almost replaced him and became the teacher of the third prince who was the most promising to ascend to the throne of the emperor, so as to relieve the shame in his heart.

He is a bachelor with a long history, but he is not as famous as a yellow-haired girl among the great literati and writers, which makes him not feel ashamed.

An Xin looked at the slightly rickety back of the university scholar Ji Kun, and didn't know when he provoked this old man, but he actually saw the indignant hatred in his old and cloudy eyes.

With Emperor Sheng An, he did not come out of the court, and the court became even more chaotic.

Every time the harem concubine Niangniang went to visit Emperor Sheng An, the expression on her face didn't know whether she was happy or sad.

When she returned to her palace, she instructed her cronies and grandmothers to bring a brazier, threw her purse into it and burned it.

A strange fragrance wafted out, and the old lady hurriedly ran to open the window.

Walking up to Concubine Xian, she was puzzled: "Niangniang, why are you in such a hurry. Our Royal Highness is still young, and I am afraid that if he ascends to the throne at this time, he will be held hostage by those ministers of the previous dynasty. ”

Concubine Xian, who was arrogant and domineering in the past, frowned slightly, and a touch of ruthlessness flashed in her eyes: "How can this palace not know this truth, but this palace has obtained accurate news."

The son of the main palace who was sent by the emperor to pray for the blessing of Daqian since he was a child is about to be taken back to the palace.

The civil and military forces of the Manchu Dynasty knew that the eldest prince was not favored, and he didn't even have a title when he went out of the palace to build a mansion, and he was just a low-level county king.

If something happens to the emperor now, Mama, you say that at this time, who is the most likely to sit on the throne of the prince. ”

"Our third highness is very clever and intelligent, and he is the only one." Mama has a clear conscience and flattery.

Of course, the old lady who has served Concubine Xian for many years knows what Concubine Xian likes to hear, but if she wants her to say, the third highness of Concubine Xian is more than honest and lacks intelligence, so she is not a material to be a prince.

But this truth, as a minion, does she dare to tell the truth?

Of course I don't dare, and I can't for the sake of my head.

Sure enough, when Concubine Xian heard Mama praising the cleverness of the third prince she was born, she happily hooked the corners of her lips and smiled.

Thinking of something, his face sank again, and his tone was Ling Ran: "How can the palace not be in a hurry, but if the son of the former queen is allowed to return to the palace, at that time, the position of the prince, where is there anything to do with my son." ”