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Sensing her brother's "sinister intentions", Yu Rong changed her nature of laughing, deliberately sullen her face, trying to pretend that she didn't know anything, and found an excuse to "flee the scene" quickly.

Anyway, a certain man with evil intentions was busy playing with the whip, so he didn't have time to distract himself... Maybe?

However, before he could take action, his own eyes betrayed his brain, and his eyes followed the dancing man uncontrollably.

The majestic posture is soaring, with every move of hand and every shot of foot, it is fierce and subtle.

Its steps are light and quick, free and easy;

Hold the green whip in your hand, and release or close it.

The green whip flies like a dragon swimming;

The sound makes the wind move, and the breath blows out the rainbow.

Strength and softness are combined, and when the hand is retracted, the whip can be returned freely.

So handsome!

Yu Rong sighed from the bottom of his heart.

As a country bumpkin, he has never seen a few live dances, let alone this kind of martial dance with a ritual and musical nature.

Qualitative thinking, or prejudice, subconsciously, it is inevitable that it is a bit strange for a big man to dance without any problems when he is not learning to dance.

Especially the whip that Nie Xinzhi is playing now, before he saw this whip dance, he always felt that if he swung the whip badly, he would look sissy.

I don't want to, let alone the brother who is throwing the whip, he is a hormonal burst!

While Yu Rong couldn't help sighing, he couldn't help but think of the "pit" he dug——

Help!

It's better to die than let him dance "Cha Cha in Miniskirt"... It's an exaggeration.

I would rather wear transparent clothes. Anyway, wearing it once is no different from wearing it a hundred times. I have long since lost my sense of shame. The key is that I am still cool.

the most important is……

Based on Yu Rong's understanding of Nie Xinzhi, it's definitely not the point that this guy is trying to make him dance.

An old antique who knows what's up Cha Cha!

As for the real point... it can only be understood but cannot be expressed in words.

Yu Rong couldn't help sighing.

Mistake, misstep!

After all, growing up in the modern age, certain ideologies are deeply ingrained.

I actually forgot that the atmosphere of the Min Dynasty was open, except for comedians who made their careers in music, dance and comedy, whether it was literati, military generals, or even ordinary people, it was normal for them to dance awkwardly when they had a disagreement.

Yu Rong is sad, worried about his "cheesy mouth", but his eyes are too busy to watch, watching his brother's majestic dance is really bloody.

I really want to...

It's okay to throw yourself down, or be thrown, cough.

Perhaps the elder brother will not be able to care about Lao Shizi's Cha Cha.

"The tenth breakout dance."

Close your hands and stamp your feet.

For half an hour, the man didn't stop. He changed ten weapons and danced ten chapters of the broken formation dance.

Not to mention anything else, the physical strength and endurance alone are scary enough.

Although the forehead and cheeks were sweating like beads, Nie Xinzhi's breathing was still steady, after adjusting for a while, he gradually stopped panting.

Seeing this, Yu Rong got up, thinking of going to the ear room next door, fetching cloth towels and water for the man to clean up, and then prepare some light salt water.

"Rong'er." Nie Xinzhi stopped him in time.

Yu Rong raised his eyes subconsciously, making eye contact with his elder brother.

"..."

I didn't wait for the second sentence for a long time, but my intuition was not good.

He cleared his throat and said, "You need to replenish water, I'll get some light salt water. Wait a minute, brother."

Without giving anyone a chance to refuse, he ran away in a hurry.

But he ran away and still had to come back.

Even though Nie Xinzhi is an adult who can take care of himself, when he thinks that he has danced martial arts for an hour and worries about Yu Rong who is used to it, he still feels uneasy.

He acted as if nothing had happened.

However, what should come still came.

Yu Rong secretly made up his mind not to let go, but it was impossible to stop Nie Xinzhi from opening his mouth.

"I did ten dances."

really……

Yu Rong was silent for a moment, then smiled slightly, with a look of surprise on his face: "Eh? Brother was dancing just now? Isn't he practicing martial arts with various weapons?"

Nie Xinzhi didn't argue with him, stared at someone who was bluffing, and calmly repeated: "I danced ten dances."

Yu Rong's smile froze slightly, annoyed for the thousandth time in her heart that she was talking too fast.

If you want to blame your elder brother, you have no confidence.

Only by breaking his promise and getting fat.

Just let this guy act like a baby, don't you want to play tricks on yourself?

Ignoring the expectation hidden in the man's dark eyes, Yu Rong hooked the corners of his mouth, smiled somewhat mysteriously, approached the man with light steps, and whispered: "Brother."

Leaning close to each other's ear, his lips moved slightly.

Nie Xinzhi listened silently, after a while, he suddenly lifted him up.

Yu Rong didn't change his face, and let out a long sigh leisurely.

As long as you don't dance "chacha in miniskirts", other things are negotiable.

So we "discussed" for almost a whole night.

As for how to discuss it, that is a little secret between lovers, and no one else knows.

As far as Yu Rong was concerned, the matter of dancing was perfectly solved.

I also had a good time admiring my brother's dancing posture, seeing a dance that breaks the formation that modern people can't even imagine, it's really a lot of money.

The only bad thing was that after sleeping until noon, my hands and feet felt weak and I could hardly get up. After resting for a long time, I slowly regained my vitality.

Yu Rong couldn't help complaining, brother's physical strength and energy are really strong, right?

Fortunately, the system optimized the body at the beginning of time travel, and after several years of training, otherwise...

If the broken body before was as noisy as it was last night, I'm afraid it would be gone sooner than later.

After slandering, Yu Rong held the spoon to hold the soup, it was bland and tasteless, not even sugar, so it was boring to eat.

It's called Mingyu Qinglu, it's a fraud.

"Uncle Li," he put down the spoon and asked the steward, "No snacks?"

The steward replied respectfully: "The master ordered that the young master is not feeling well today, so he can only drink some light soup."

Yu Rong didn't make things difficult for him, and changed his tone: "Where did brother go?"

After waking up for most of the day, I haven't seen anyone.

The steward replied: "Master is in the Broken Sword Garden." After replying, he added, "Teach your highnesses homework."

Eh?

As soon as Yu Rong heard this, his eyes lit up, with his elder brother's virtue - especially the behavior of beating his younger brother at every turn - can he be a good teacher?

After picking out a few spoonfuls of clear soup, he ate a few mouthfuls indiscriminately, and hurried to the Broken Sword Garden.

I am a little curious about how my brother teaches classes.

According to Guan Shi, it is not teaching martial arts, but explaining scriptures such as Dianmo Xungao.

After walking quickly for more than a quarter of an hour, Yu Rong finally arrived at the destination. The palace is too big, and it takes a lot of walking from one courtyard to another.

Resisting the movement of rubbing his waist, he slightly raised his head to look at the flamboyant cursive script on the door plaque.

Broken Sword Garden.

I can't figure out what Nie Xinzhi is thinking, giving the yard such a weird and unlucky name.

Yu Rong muttered to himself, then raised his footsteps again, and crossed the threshold of Broken Sword Garden.

Not far away, I heard the sound of reading aloud.

The overlapping childish voices make it clear that there must be at least three or four people.

Yu Rong hesitated for a moment, but still walked towards the room where the sound of reading came from.

Fearing that a sudden visit would disturb the teaching inside, he thought of going around to the back and passing through the passage between the rockeries.

Suddenly stop.

Yu Rong looked intently at the official family who was hiding under the roots of an old tree in front of the window seven or eight feet away, maintaining a posture of squatting or not.

This is……

Peeping?

Should he pretend that he didn't see anything, turn around and leave... It's obviously too late.

The sage, who was almost forty years old, sensed the young doctor's presence, and even waved at him, beckoning to him.

Yu Rong looked at the open window in embarrassment.

If you walk over directly, you will definitely be discovered by the people inside.It can be seen that the officials are sneaky...

It seems that he can only bow his head and hunch his waist, and tiptoe to be a "thief".

Yu Rong came to the saint's side, before he had time to salute, he was stopped by the other party's silence.

give up.

Helpless to join the team of peeping and eavesdropping.

I have to say that the position chosen by the officials is really good.

The angle of view is just right, you can get an overview of the situation in the room, the distance is not too far, and you can basically hear the movement inside clearly.

At first, Yu Rong couldn't concentrate to pay attention to the movement in the room, and from the corner of his eye, he peeked at the officials' reactions... Judging by his very natural performance, he felt that he had done such things a lot.

"Nie Tun."

Nie Xinzhi said in his usual lukewarm tone, "Stretch out your hand."

"Big brother."

So Zhan'er is called Nie Tun?Yu Rong thought to himself.

The next moment, I saw the ruler in the man's hand "snapping" into Zhan'er's palm.

Yu Rong's eyelids jumped up uncontrollably.

Terrible.

Didn't brother really notice that the officials were peeping?

Just like this unceremoniously punishing his own son...

His eyes drifted inadvertently to the side face of the saint.

Yu Rong black line.

What does the official's loving and gratifying expression mean?

I didn't hear it. Is his second son whimpering in the room?

"Copy the full text fifty times." After the corporal punishment was not enough, Nie Xinzhi assigned extra homework.

Zhan'er choked, not daring to resist: "Yes, brother."

Yu Rong watched silently, and couldn't help being dumbfounded, his brother is really cruel, like the teacher he didn't like the most when he was studying.

It's the shadow of elementary school.

"continue."

Nie Xinzhi's indifferent voice brought the young doctor back to his senses.

The room was sparse and the sound of reading was heard again.

Yu Rong listened carefully to the contents of everyone's reading, and his mood suddenly became a little strange: What about the scriptures that were agreed, how did my brother teach the children? He summed up and wrote "36 Strategies" by himself?

The harmonious version of "36 Strategies", cough.

Having said that, in Yu Rong's semi-literate eyes, this book, let's call it a book, is really well written.

That is, is it too early for such a big little carrot to learn these tricks?

Instead, think about these children who were born in the royal family. Although they seem to be carefree, the pressure of survival is to some extent no less than that of the people at the bottom.

Everyone has their own reasons.

Yu Rong was thinking in a mess, when he heard a strange and equally immature voice calling "Brother".

A child about Zhan'er's age asked Nie Xinzhi a question in a timid tone.

Yu Rong looked at the sound, slightly surprised.

girl?

Judging from what she called Nie Xinzhi, she might be one of the only little princesses?

Nie Xinzhi treated the prince and princess in the same way, and answered the questions concisely and succinctly, as if he would lose a golden mountain if he said one more word.

While peeping and listening, Yu Rong made comments in her heart (spitting), until her old waist, which was already sore, felt unable to hold on.

With a "click", the half window sash that was slightly closed by the wind was suddenly opened.

Yu Rong paused, met the man's quiet gaze, realized his current posture, and unconsciously felt warm in his ears.

"Rong'er." Nie Xinzhi said first, "Go in."

Yu Rong was embarrassed.

Hey, brother, why don't you ignore the officials like this...?

He suddenly noticed that his field of vision had widened, and the official who had blocked part of his line of sight just now...

What about people?

Looking down, he saw the sage crouching in the gap between the root of the wall and the old tree, with his fine clothes dragged on the ground and covered with dust.

Yu Rong: "..."

It's not important to be the Son of Heaven this day.

"Rong'er." Nie Xinzhi called again.

Yu Rong woke up, said "ah" softly, and said, "Come on."

Stand up straight and turn your feet. Whether you are going through the front door or the back door, you will never be able to climb the window and have to go around.

After taking a step, from the corner of the eye, he drifted towards the official's house, which was hiding happily, and accidentally saw Nie Xinzhi standing behind the window, his eyebrows were half down, and his gaze was downward, as if he didn't look outside.

Thinking of this man's keenness, Yu Rong couldn't help but glance at the official's house again.

That gap is really ingenious, good hiding, but...

With Nie Xinzhi's observation ability, would he really not be able to discover the existence of the other person?

Shaking his head secretly, Yu Rong strode away.

It doesn't matter, no one else should get involved in any petty fun with uncles and nephews.

When the young doctor stepped into the "classroom", he immediately received three or four curious eyes.

The number of "students" was two more than the one he saw outside. Except for the biggest plate looking at his book in the corner, there were five carrot heads, and their ages were almost the same, about three to six years old.

While the two sides were observing each other, a vigorous and energetic voice sounded, shouting very sweetly——

"Hi sister-in-law~"

Startled the other kids.

Yu Rong: "..."

Which family's brat doesn't owe his brother a beating?

I didn't think about it, the rest of the children seemed to be reminded, sparsely, and called out one after another: "Sister-in-law—"

Including Zhan'er who just called "Brother Shao'er" yesterday.

Yu Rong was holding back his breath, and still had a smile on his face.

It's not easy to argue with the little devils, is it?

He can only turn his eyes to a group of children including his own boss for help.

Nie Xinzhi looked serious and gave an order: "Continue to read the next chapter."

Hey!

Yu Rong glared at the man.

This guy...pretends and doesn't take it seriously, does he think he can whitewash the truth by turning his eyes away?

At this time, Pan Pan, who was studying hard, coughed a few times, and said to everyone gently: "Don't be rude, Brother Shao'er is Brother Shao'er."

Yu Rong turned to look at the plate, and secretly sighed in relief: As expected of the invisible prince, it's so heartwarming.

Before the plate finished speaking, he asked Nie Xinzhi for his opinion: "Brother, can you ask brother and sister to tell each other their names and surnames to brother Shao'er so that brother Shao'er can tell everyone apart?"

There was no reason to refuse, Nie Xinzhi nodded slightly.

Yu Rong raised his eyebrows, feeling that the plate still looks like a big brother, brother is too barbaric!

So, a group of radishheads chattered and introduced themselves.

The plate is the eldest prince Nie Chang; Zhan'er's name Yu Rong is already known, but it is just a re-acquaintance; the youngest child is not yet four years old, the third prince born by the imperial concubine is called Nie Yun.

The first one to call out "Sister-in-law" was Zhao Yu who belonged to the same family as Zhao Zhuyin—as expected of a brother, just as unreliable.

Zhao Hui's younger brother was also there, Zhao Hui.

The only girl only said her nickname was Wan'er.

A bunch of names plus nicknames made his head swell. Fortunately, he has no other advantages, but his memory is very good. After thinking about it, he matched the number of people and names.

After all this trouble, the atmosphere of teaching suddenly disappeared.

It is difficult for children to concentrate, so it is a novelty to see an extra "Brother Shao'er".

The atmosphere was a little restless.

Yu Rongwen responded to the words of the carrot heads, and glanced at his elder brother from the corner of his eye, fearing that if the other party disagreed, he would teach these unserious little guys a lesson.

Alas, blame him...

"Cough cough cough-"

Outside the window, there was a sudden cough.

The lively and active Zhan'er said, "Forget about the pain when the scar is healed", and forgot about the spanking by his elder brother not long ago. As soon as he heard the movement outside, he immediately ran to the window and said: "Daddy, are you playing hide and seek? Zhan'er wants to play together too."

The sage, who couldn't hide anymore, pretended to be okay, got up and said: "What are you playing, be careful and get beaten by your elder brother."

Zhan'er, who was reminded, was suddenly startled, and managed to calm down for a while.

Yu Rong was silent, there was a lot of noise in front of him, very lively.

But there are still people joining in the fun.

I saw the official greeted with a smile: "The spoon lesson is good, and it is becoming more and more like a big brother."

Nie Xinzhi had a dead face to everyone, and his words were not at all enthusiastic: "What is your Majesty doing?"

The official let out a "hey" and said, "It's your birthday soon, I finally found you at home, let me celebrate."

Yu Rong: "..."

Just say he seems to have forgotten something... Brother's birthday!

Seeing that it was getting late, and the hour was coming after tonight, he hadn't prepared at all, and there was no sign of the gift he had promised.

Nie Xin flatly refused: "No need."

The officials didn't care about his attitude at all, and waved their hands: "Don't be shy, it's rare for my dad to be free today, so I'll spend the night here tonight."

Nie Xinzhi looked calm: "There are no rooms available."

Yu Rong almost stopped laughing.

Roughly calculated, there must be hundreds of rooms in such a huge palace, right?

The official is also good-tempered, said: "It doesn't matter, I will sleep in Qingshu Pavilion."

Nie Xinzhi's tone of voice was still lifeless: "No bed."

The official is not particular at all: "It's just right, I have always wanted to try the feeling of playing the floor."

Yu Rong: "..."

I also don't understand this pair of uncles and nephews.

In any case, the saint is a saint after all, and Nie Xinzhi has nothing to do with him if he wants to stay "without shame".

Zhao's two radish heads were sent home.

The saint led his children to have dinner at the palace.

Yu Rong, who still didn't think of a birthday gift, thought hard, and the only novelty he could think of was a cake.

This thing is Western style, he likes to eat it, but he thinks it is not suitable to celebrate Nie Xinzhi's birthday.

Furthermore, there are not enough raw materials, no cream, and no substitutes for a while, and the flour is not suitable for making cakes.

This idea was dismissed.

But that night, Yu Rong still instructed the chef to make ordinary cakes with eggs and refined flour.

Eat and play for his new "cousins".

There are too many good things in the palace, and there are no meeting gifts that can be bought - medicines and the like are unlucky and not suitable for giving away - when I remembered the birthday cake, I thought that most children like to eat this stuff, so I asked someone to make it Get a few pieces and try something new.

Holding the chopsticks, Yu Rong picked up a small piece of fluffy cake and tasted it, the taste was unexpectedly good.

It is worthy of being an imperial chef from the palace.

It was him who was used to eating all kinds of cakes in modern times, and he couldn't help salivating when he smelled the aroma, and after taking the first bite, he unconsciously picked up the second piece.

"Master, son!"

It's Li Yan, the steward.

Seeing the flustered attitude of the usually calm and steady steward, Yu Rong couldn't help but thump in his heart.