The whole family of villains criticized her wildly, but the princess treated her with medical treatm

"The Prince Regent will teach in person?"

Mu Tingxue was stunned and stared at Wuya intently, confusion in her eyes.

Who is the regent that he is willing to be a teacher for his adopted son?

Why does this matter seem so unpleasant?

"Correct."

Faced with his mother's confusion, Mu Wuya nodded his head and gave an extremely positive answer, "Zebao said that there are only two students: me and him, and His Highness the Regent has already agreed."

Mu Tingxue was shocked again. This was not a kid's whim, but a decision made by Yan Ze and Yan Yang after discussion.

The regent has only seen her family Ya Bao once in total...

"Wuya, do you like the military?"

"My son doesn't understand anything about war, but my son knows that peace is determined by the general."

Mu Wuya's eyes flashed with determination, "My son hopes that if he is bullied and beaten by Master Gongxiao again, he will be able to fight back."

Mu Tingxue felt that this cute baby was quite ambitious: "If you want to go, then go."

Except for the bad reputation of being arrogant and domineering, the regent is good at everything else and has ridiculously strong hard power.

Looking at the entire Yunhuang Kingdom, there is no other God of War except Yan Yang. His military skills must be full of points and he has never suffered a defeat. As for martial arts, it is said that during the palace coup five years ago , the late emperor once paid a lot of money to bribe nine famous martial arts masters on the Tianji list. The regent killed five of them with one pair of nine, and was poisoned by one of the poisonous men, and escaped smoothly.

"There should be no better teacher in the world than Zebao's father in terms of military and martial arts."

Mu Wuya received a positive reply from his adoptive mother, and a very slight curve escaped from the corner of his lips.

This child doesn't like to laugh by nature.

Even a faint smile on his face meant that he was extremely happy at the moment.

Mu Tingxue rubbed the child's furry white fox hat: "When will the class start, I will send you there."

"The sun shines brightly, it's not the right time."

Mu Wuya spread out the letter and pointed to the last line for her to read.

Mu Tingxue knew that people in ancient times did not talk about Monday and Tuesday. They used "Qiyao" to refer to the seven days of a week. The moon day is Monday, the fire day is Tuesday, the water day is Wednesday, and the wood day is. It is Thursday, Golden Day is Friday, Earth Sunday is Saturday, and Sunday is Sunday.

Therefore, the regent's class time for Wuya is from 13:15 to [-]:[-] every Thursday afternoon.

"That's tomorrow."

Mu Tingxue took the child's calligraphy practice book and started practicing it herself, just do as the Romans do.

Her son is studying hard, but she can't do anything if she doesn't learn. This is a foreign world in Yunhuang. As a modern person, if she just relies on that little modern knowledge and stops moving forward, she will fall over sooner or later.

Take her handwriting with dog-like calligraphy as an example. The most she can do now is to approve the account books, and there is no problem. If she is asked to copy a Buddhist scripture, write an article or poem, or write a letter to an important person in the palace in the future, the ugly calligraphy will You can be laughed at for the rest of your life!

roll up!

*. *. *

The next day.

Mu Tingxue went to the dock in person in the morning and picked up a batch of grain merchant ships, a total of fourteen ships. They were buying relief grain from the wealthy provinces in the south.

"This batch is 500 million taels."

Mu Tingxue paid directly.

The Southern Grain Merchant accepted the money with satisfaction: "Mrs. Suchen County is so refreshing! It's perfect. Doing business with a trustworthy person like you is really a joy in life. If you need it, please contact me at any time."

After sending away the southern grain merchants, Mu Tingxue sent servants from the palace to carry bags of rice grains to twenty disaster relief points inside and outside the city.

"Stop! Don't carry this rice away!"

Mu Liu rushed over in a furious manner. Her eyes were red and bloodshot, as if she wanted to eat someone.

The servants carrying rice and flour sacks were in trouble and looked at Mu Tingxue for help, as if they regarded Mu Tingxue as their backbone.

"Miss, look at this..."

"Keep moving and leave her alone." Mu Tingxue was very calm, not taking her stepmother seriously at all, "The victims are still waiting for food."

"Hey, good."

Mrs. Mu Liu was so angry: "Mu Tingxue! Do you still have me as the mistress of the house in your eyes? You paid a million taels of silver from the Mu family accountant this morning, and you didn't even say hello to me. They say I am the mistress of the house, but your married daughter has pawned my house!"

Mu Tingxueyun smiled lightly: "I won't be able to understand this question."

Mu Liu wanted to go up and tear her into pieces: "That's my money! My money! It's the dowry money prepared for Yuhe!"

The last time I bought 70 shi of grain, I had already emptied half of my family wealth.

Come again today!

"What's your money? It's all dad's hard-earned money from selling silk. They say people's hearts are like water, but I see your desires are like the sea."

Mu Tingxue's smile was sarcastic.

Mrs. Mu Liu couldn't listen to this. She only knew that "her money" was taken away by this stepdaughter again, and her interests were seriously damaged.

"If the Mu family continues to let you squander like a bitch, they will go bankrupt sooner or later! More than a hundred people in the family are going to drink the northwest wind!"

He raised his hand to slap his stepdaughter.

Who knows, a huge snowball flew over and hit Mrs. Mu Liu right in the face.

"Bah bah bah."

Mrs. Mu Liu ate a mouthful of snow.

The carefully painted makeup immediately became mushy, and the snow turned into water. Cosmetics in ancient times were not waterproof.

As soon as Mu Tingxue turned around, she saw Mu Wuya, the little bun who had come with her to buy food early in the morning, squatting down to make snowballs. He made a ball as big as his head and swung it——

"bang"

emission!

Mu Liu was old and slow to react. He was caught off guard by the first shot and failed to dodge the second shot. This time he was hit so hard that he staggered and fell to the ground, with blood pouring from his nose.

"Madam!" Mu Liu's maid was frightened and rushed to help her.

But no one expected that this was just the beginning.

The surrounding victims, especially those who were starved to the point of becoming emaciated and whose hands and feet were so cold that they lost consciousness and were just waiting to eat the relief food, imitated Mu Wuya and threw snowballs at Mu Liu.

Ten snowballs, hundreds of snowballs, were thrown like cannonballs.

The scene got out of control for a while.

"Don't smash it, don't smash it!"

Mu Liu was almost drowned by the snowball, and she couldn't avoid it even if she dodged left and right.

Her high bun was smashed to pieces, her clothes were covered with snow marks, and her nosebleeds mixed with snow water and flowed all over her face.She wailed, scurried away under the cover of the maids and servants, and finally hid in the sedan.

He was injured all over, so embarrassed.

"Tricky people! A group of unruly people!" Mrs. Mu Liu covered her face and cried bitterly, "Using my money, eating my food, and beating me... Oh, oh, oh, oh, is there any law of heaven?"

"It's all Mu Wuya's fault." The maid complained while helping her mistress tidy up her appearance.

"That little bitch!" Mrs. Mu Liu gritted her silver teeth, "If you can't move Mu Tingxue, you can't cure him?"