Sunny day, yellow leaves, autumn colors, cold smoke and green on the waves. Lovely view.

"Clouds want clothes, flowers want to look, and the spring breeze blows Revlon. If it weren't for the jade mountain, I would meet the moon in Yaotai......"

The sound of Langlang books came from a huge school, and the immature children's voice recited beautiful verses, and this sentence of praise with great artistic conception came out of the child's mouth to have a different taste, provoking others to stop and listen.

The decoration in the school is simple and elegant, it is a mahogany table of all colors, more than a dozen mahogany tables are placed in rows, the most central seat in front is the throne of Mr. Teaching, there is a fan-shaped screen up to two meters high behind the table, the painting on the screen is a dress of ink and blue, simple and atmospheric.

Mr. Qin, the teacher of the school, is an old man who is over the age of six, he has a white beard, holds a copy of the Analects in his hand, and looks at the students reciting with a serious face.

After a while, he stopped beside a little girl. The little girl was not much above the table, and she looked like she was seven or eight years old, and her clothes were simple and plain, but the material was good at first glance.

She buried her head in a book bigger than her face, little by little, as if she were fishing. She fell asleep.

The old gentleman stared condescendingly at the little girl who was busy fishing with Zhou Gong, and his hand holding the book tightened, as if he was going to reach out and wake up the sleeping little girl in the next second.

At this moment, a slender hand quietly appeared behind a certain classmate - "Eh!" exclaimed, and the little boy in the upper corner of the little girl fell and hit the mahogany table.

This call attracted everyone's attention, and the sound of reading in the school instantly turned into a chattering voice. The old gentleman glanced at the little boy with concern, and when he looked down at the little girl again, she was already sitting upright, as if she had never slept before.

"Hmph. Mr. Teaching snorted coldly, walked back to the pulpit, he put the books on the table, looked at the direction of the little girl just now with a serious expression, and hooked the corners of his mouth, "All the protégés have finished their homework yesterday?"

You nodded in agreement. Immediately, Mr. Teaching cleared his throat and began to talk about the homework left yesterday, "Then let's talk about how to deal with yourself in the affiliation with the Celestial Empire in the prosperity of Datang now?"

"I think Her Royal Highness Princess Qingyang must have her own opinions, sitting upright and quite confident. ”

Hearing this, the little princess Zhiqing, who had just woken up not long ago, squinted her eyes, she looked around, she was sitting straighter, so others were not straight, why did she pick her own soft persimmon pinch.

"Sir, as the folk saying goes, a woman is virtuous if she is not talented, how can a student steal the limelight from other children, you see that the student's fellow inkstone is sitting very straight. ”

The little princess sat up slightly, put down the book that blocked her face, looked at the old gentleman with an innocent look, and then looked at her classmates on the right, hooked the corners of her mouth, "In the eyes of students, how Datang gets along with himself doesn't need to be considered." Guotai and civil security are king. The students' bad opinions are not enough to mention. Sir, the student has a lot of ideas when he looks at this Tongyan, and you can see that he is eager to try!"

When Mr. Qin heard this, he looked at the son beside the little princess of Zhiqing, oh, okay, since he is the eldest son of Wuhou, then listen to it.

At this moment, the classmate sitting next to the little princess couldn't help but twitch the corners of his mouth.