Pei Mingdao waved his hand, signaled Su Nian to excuse himself, and said: "You just said that your father is a hero, which is not bad, to the world, they have heard more about your father's military exploits and heroic achievements, but these are killed by your father from the pile of corpses in the sea of blood." ”

At this time, the palace banquet has been opened, everyone is seated, and some servants enter the main hall to sing and dance slowly.

Shen Moling sat at the head of the hand, and looked at Su Nianxi, who was talking to the saint again, and turned her fingers with deep eyebrows - did she want to use Su Wuce to give herself a holy favor?

But that's not quite right. If she wants to win the grace of the saint, that face is enough, why bother to talk so much?

After a little hesitation, he said to the attendant behind him: "Go and bring Su Wenfeng in." ”

The attendant had some surprises and planned ahead, but he didn't say much, and responded in a low voice: "Yes." ”

First.

The sage looked at the simple and lovely Su Nianxi, and said with a smile: "Your father was just a concubine in the Su family back then, and he was not a decent background in terms of dignity and orderliness, and later he went to the army to fight until he became the commander of the Su family's army." Do you think he is a man who is inherently inferior and should be trampled on? ”

Su Nianxi's eyes widened slightly, as if she didn't expect her father to have such a past, she looked at the saint with anticipation, and shook her head, "No......"

Pei Mingdao hadn't been looked at by a child with such admiring eyes for a long time, and he smiled and said: "When I knew him, he was still called a mud leg, and he was beaten on the ground. Do you know what he did? ”

Su Nianxi slapped the table, "Daddy is bound to kill them!" ”

Such actions and words are disrespectful in front of the saints!

But Pei Mingdao smiled and nodded, "Haha, that's right." With a pair of fists alone, he beat those seven or eight ruffians to the point that they lost their teeth! That's when I felt that this man had blood and was a material that could be made. ”

Su Nianxi's eyes were trembling, "Really? Saint, you know heroes! ”

Pei Mingdao was amused by her again, shook his head, took a sip of the wine offered by the palace people, and said, "So, do you still think that this road to heaven is not allowed for lowly people?" ”

Su Nianxi suddenly realized, and immediately her face appeared with obvious brilliance, and said with a smile: "Therefore, no one deserves to be trampled and bullied by others." The saint cultivates the Tao, with the blessing of this heavenly way, clothed in the glory of ten thousand lives, which is my great fortune in the south! ”

"A good sentence of saint cultivation, protect me from the south!" On the side, the eldest princess echoed and smiled, raised the wine cup, and stood up, "Everyone, raise a glass with me, thank the saints, enter the Tao with your body, and exchange for the blessings of ten thousand lives!" ”

All the people in the hall got up and raised their glasses from afar, and the worship of the mountains, lakes and seas made Pei Mingdao's slightly cloudy eyes glow with joy.

He has been cultivating so far, and I don't know how many obstacles he has encountered, but it is the first time that he has been put in such a supreme situation.

Laugh and raise your glass and drink it all.

Nodding his finger at Su Nianxi, "Poor mouth." ”

It is clearly a reprimand, but anyone with a discerning eye can see that it is a laugh.

Several ministers who approached the dragon seat glanced at each other, and they all looked at the girl standing under the dragon seat with a smiling face full of innocence.

- This Ping'an county lord is terrible!

Shen Moling and the people behind him felt that something was wrong, this Ping'an County Lord was so close to the saint, why did Lian Rui Zhenren never make a move?

And the few noble ladies who were talking about Su Nianxi just now were all ugly.

- Su Nianxi is so favored, so didn't they make a big mistake? Why did he easily listen to Zhou Yafu's words! It's too late to regret it!

Just when everyone had different thoughts and was about to sit down again.

Su Nian suddenly spoke again.

"The saint is merciful, I don't know if the courtiers can invite the saint."

Her voice was not low, and everyone looked up.

Zhou Yafu sneered - what kind of moth is going to be conspicuous in this cheap thing?

The saint was in a good mood at this time, and nodded with a smile: "Say it." ”

Su Nianxi immediately walked out, knelt beside the dragon case, and said, "Enlightened sage, the academy that the little girl has built has no name yet. The little girl dared to ask the saint to give the academy a name. ”

“！！！”

The queen and the eldest princess looked surprised.

Lian Rui's eyebrows and eyes are calm, but her heart has turned over the river and the sea.

And underneath, Shen Moling's face turned blue in an instant!

It turned out that she deliberately mentioned humility and led the saint to say that humility is not a predetermined word, just for this step!

It is logical to ask the saint to inscribe a plaque for her plebeian women!

He clenched his fists and immediately got up, "Sage, a civilian female student, why do you need holy words?" The county lord is also too petty. If the county lord does not give up, the king is willing to ask the contemporary Confucian masters to inscribe the name of the academy. ”

Su Nianxi sneered, turned around, but there was doubt in his eyes: "Your Royal Highness the Regent, what I am asking for is the word of the saint." The words on the plaque of my house are inscribed by the saints, but they are beautiful. Can the words of the Confucian masters be as beautiful as the words of the saints? ”

“……”

The audience was quiet again.

The eldest princess suddenly covered her lips and almost didn't laugh!

Even Wang Zhaohan couldn't help laughing, and said secretly - he is really a clever child.

Shen Moling at the bottom was even more speechless!

How do you reply to that? It cannot be said that the words of a saint are inferior to others!

He was so angry that his eyes were fierce, and he glared at Su Nianxi as if he wanted to go up and pull her down directly!

"Haha!" Pei Mingdao already laughed, "It's just a word, I wrote it to you." ”

In the hall, many people changed color together!

The head of the Song family, who was sitting at the end of the seat near the door, almost jumped up excitedly!

- His Song family is expected to turn over!

What does it mean to be a female student given by a saint?

It means that this academy is backed by today's son!!

Who would dare to underestimate it?! Who would dare to put their beak?!

At the beginning, he promised to give 800 books to female students in order to protect the only reputation of the Song family, not only did he receive a lot of ridicule, but now he can see if those people can laugh!

The head of the Song family trembled with excitement below, and his eyes were about to glow when he looked at Su Nianxi-Ping'an County Lord! You are the great benefactor of my Song family! I'll add another 500 books to your female school!

And the other end.

Shen Moling under the dragon case, with a 'click', actually cracked the wrench in his hand!

The sage gave the name of the female student, and those who were involved in the Yuzhen Temple and were still waiting and watching will not hesitate any longer, and will definitely give up the deal with him, and instead directly cut off their tails to survive, and do their best to get a chance to leave a reputation in the academy!

She took it step by step, just for the saint's promise, and she was clearly deliberately cutting off his hands and feet!

Is she crazy! Why do you have to calculate him like this?

If he loses, what good will it do her?!

Raising his eyes, he didn't want to, but he saw Su Nianxi's slanted gaze.

Met his eyes, and she suddenly hooked her lower lip.

"Smack." The film in Shen Moling's hand slapped on the table.

- She's ...... Taunt him?

On the other side, Zhou Yafu looked at the gaffe Shen Moling, and her sharp fingertips slashed on the table.