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After Meng Jiao's unremitting efforts, Zhan Nanchu had no choice but to hold her hand and leave the house together.

The golden sunlight shines through the sparse clouds and falls on the bluestone slabs of the street, leaving mottled light and shadows. The early autumn breeze also takes away the last trace of summer heat.

The vendors on both sides of the street were shouting hard. Zhan Nanchu wore a mask and let the little girl look at the vendors passing by curiously.

But because of the curtain, he couldn't see what the little girl actually liked, so he simply ordered people to buy some for her wherever she stopped.

Meng Jiao didn't know that the guards following them already had their arms full of things she had seen. She just took a quick look and didn't want to continue because she didn't see anything new.

As Zhan Nanchu was walking, he suddenly felt something heavy in his hand. He looked down and saw the little girl standing there nervously, picking at her hands. He held out his hand to her.

"write to me."

The soft little finger gently stroked the palm of the hand, writing a small "回",

Zhan Nanchu withdrew his hand and rubbed it uncomfortably under his sleeve, trying to get rid of the numbness from his palm.

Even though he couldn't see the girl's expression, he could tell from her body language that she was nervous, so he took the initiative to hold her hand.

"You don't have to be so cautious in the future. Carve the words that you are the daughter of Anping Marquis into your bones. What's more, you will have me as your brother in the future. No one will dare to bully you. You might as well try to be bolder."

Meng Jiao was stunned for a moment, and was pulled by him towards the carriage.

He said this himself, so it's not her fault if she grows crooked...

After returning to the palace, Meng Jiao ate at the same table with Zhan Nanchu for the first time. This was the first request she made to him after careful consideration. That is, as long as he is free, he will eat with her.

After all, it was the first time Meng Jiao mentioned it to him, so Zhan Nanchu put aside his official duties and temporarily gave up the plan to check the little emperor's homework tonight, and accompanied her for dinner.

Seeing that she was thin, he unconsciously picked up the serving chopsticks to help her pick up food. When he came to his senses, the little girl was already looking at him with a face full of grievance. Then he looked at her bowl, which was already full and he couldn't even pick up the chopsticks.

"Ahem, no picky eating, eat it all."

Meng Jiao was speechless after hearing this, but she had to take one mouthful after another. Zhan Nanchu felt a little sorry for her as she was getting slower and slower.

"Tsk, you won't refuse? Why do you keep going if you can't finish it?"

Meng Jiao raised her little face and looked at him innocently, with a clear message on her face: Didn’t you ask me to eat it all?

Zhan Nanchu frowned.

"You can refuse! You should refuse something you don't like. I'm not telling you to be bold!"

Meng Jiao pursed her lips, put down her bowl and chopsticks and sat down obediently, exhaled deeply, pushed the food to him, and nodded at him.

Zhan Nanchu was satisfied, thinking that he had a talent for raising children, so he stood up and prepared to leave the table.

Unexpectedly, Meng Jiao stopped him, took his hand and wrote "eat" on his palm!

Zhan Nanchu didn't understand what she meant at first, and asked in confusion,

Meng Jiao had no choice but to pick up the rice and hand it to him, and then wrote "Don't waste" on his palm.

Looking at her persistent eyes, Zhan Nanchu wanted to remind her that she had eaten it before, and his palace was not short of such food, and he told her to be bold, not to use it on him,

But her previous experience flashed through her mind again, and she sat down resignedly and started eating...

Whether it was Man Yue who was serving Meng Jiao, or Meng Heng and other guards who were waiting on the side, their faces were full of disbelief.

The prince hates being close to others. This is because he really treats Miss Wen as his daughter, so he wouldn't mind what's left of her...

Meng Jiao was contentedly brought back to the courtyard by Man Yue. After just strolling around for an afternoon, her little body felt a little tired.

At this time, she discovered that the courtyard was filled with various packed things. Meng Jiao couldn't help but approach curiously.

At first glance, there were only things I had seen during the day, even a wooden horse, a rattle, and packaged candied haws...

Eemma~ She stopped playing with the rattle when she was two years old! Childish!

Three days passed in a flash. During these days, even if Zhan Nanchu was very busy, he would always come back home to have lunch with Mengjiao. However, Mengjiao noticed that he did not look very well every day.

The next day, the embroiderer came to measure her new dress. Meng Jiao watched her measure herself before she walked towards the main courtyard, so she followed behind her.

I asked the system last night. The guy got really angry because the little emperor was slacking off in his studies.

To be honest, she felt that he could really distinguish between good and evil, and he could stick to his promise to raise his enemy's son and help him become a successful person.

If it were her, it would have come to this point, and if she didn't sit on the throne for two days, she would have lived in vain.

The embroiderer approached with a tray, and Meng Jiao stood behind her holding a small notebook.

Zhan Nanchu looked up and saw her there, and asked curiously,

"Why did you follow?"

Meng Jiao put the book on her head, and the words "I measure" came into Zhan Nanchu's eyes.

Her eyes were too sincere, and he always felt guilty for saying no to her.

"Then measure it yourself."

As soon as she finished speaking, the embroiderer handed Meng Jiao a measuring tape, took a look at her height, and brought her a chair, helping her stand on it.

Meng Jiao unrolled the measuring tape and tried to measure the length of Zhan Nanchu's arm.

Seeing her struggling but extremely serious look, Zhan Nanchu's recent irritability was miraculously soothed.

Is this the benefit of raising a girl?

After measuring the length of his arms, Meng Jiao began to measure his shoulder width and neck width. She stood on a chair, facing Zhan Nanchu, looking down at him.

Zhan Nanchu could smell the strange fruity scent on the little guy as soon as he raised his head.

He could easily hold her in his arms by closing his open arms.

After all the measurements were taken, Meng Jiao pretended that her arms were sore and asked him to hold her. Without any hesitation, he carried her to the small couch in his study.

"I'm going to the Imperial College tomorrow. Are you scared?"

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[Not afraid, be bold]

Zhan Nanchu rubbed her little head, and the little girl took his words as an imperial decree.

"Yes, that's it, be bold!"

But he didn't expect that his bold words would later lead Meng Jiao to do something that shocked the government and the public...

......

On this day, Meng Jiao and Mu Li walked into the Imperial College, attracting the curiosity of countless officials and noble children.

Among them was the little emperor Xie Siyuan who was thrown into the Imperial College together with Zhan Nanchuyi because he did not study hard.

Xie Siyuan, who was already resentful of Zhan Nanchu's correction, was the first one to be dissatisfied with Meng Jiao's arrival, especially when Meng Jiao heard that some little brats around him were trying to stir up trouble.

After asking the system, I found out that he was the son of Pei's family, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue. Coincidentally, the assistant minister of the Ministry of Revenue married another girl from the Xue family, Xue Sicai's sister.

Meng Jiao doesn't believe that there is no trick here.

What are children? They are a blank sheet of paper. They do not have their own values ​​and outlook on life. They will grow up to be what others teach them.

Obviously, in a corner that Zhan Nanchu could not see, the net targeting Xie Siyuan's throne had already been spread.