The reborn bastard is respected

At this point, the students of the Guozijian were all in class, and Li Moran found a seat by the window to sit down, where he could read a book and at the same time supervise Duanli, who was running outside, killing two birds with one stone.

Shen Lingyan put a set of six "Historical Records of the Kingdom of Tang" in front of Li Moran, and had tea beside him, and took two cups, one for himself and one for Li Moran.

"Why are you interested in this boring historical record at such a young age?" For the first time, Shen Lingyan took the initiative to talk to someone.

"The teacher told the story of the country of Tang this morning. I want to read it more carefully. What do you think of the country of Tang from prosperity to ruin?" Li Moran asked.

Flipping through the book casually, Tang Guo Shi Ji started from the uprising of the founding emperor. It contains the entry and exit of each founding father, which is more clear than the Ministry of Household Affairs.

It's just that no one likes to watch it.

Li Moran reads very quickly, and he seems to flip through the pages casually, but there are people who can see ten lines at a glance and have an unforgettable memory, such as himself.

Shen Lingyan's pupils shrank slightly. This kid... is an interesting person.

"What do you think?"

"It seems that the eunuchs of the Privy Council are outrageous and arouse public anger, but they started in the middle and late period when they were strong outside, and the harem interfered in politics. Emperors, but very few. As the saying goes, conquering the world is easy, but governing and defending the world is difficult."

The four-year-old child was full of witty words, but Shen Lingyan believed it. The rumors about this child were not exaggerated. Even being able to compose poems at the age of three and compose songs at the age of four was far from being able to describe the wisdom of this child.

"Since you know, why ask me?" Shen Lingyan asked back, and then took a sip of tea, feeling refreshed. It feels good to read a book with someone.

Occasionally, Li Moran glanced at the window, looked at him politely, grinned, and then ran harder.

"Sir, do you have the art of war here?" Li Moran thought for a while and asked.

"That kid wants to be a military general?" Shen Lingyan is also a wonderful person. When Li Moran asked, his mind became transparent.

"No way." Li Moran didn't admit it, "He just likes martial arts."

When Duanli came in after running for half an hour, Shen Lingyan prepared another cup and some biography for him.Although it is not the art of war, it is about the biography of famous generals of various dynasties throughout the history, and there are many famous battles in the world.

"Sir, you have a clear mind." Duan Li knew at a glance that he was not someone who could read books.

When school was about to leave, Li Moran and Duan Li said goodbye. For the first time in his life, Duan Li was reluctant to part with the book.Li Mo ran a blank look at him: "Come back tomorrow."

Rejoice.

Shen Lingyan was also happy.

After leaving the Imperial College, Yuan Bao, a servant serving Li Moran, stood beside the carriage.Yuan Bao has served Li Moran since he was born. He was arranged by the Yang family. He is not smart, but honest.No matter what attitude Yang had towards him in his previous life, on the surface, he was good, and the three daughters also regarded him as a younger brother, and taught him well.

Li Xiu can no longer have any heirs, and the Li family's back house can be said to be very peaceful.

"Master." Yuan Bao knelt on the ground with a plop.

At this moment, the students of the Guozijian are out of school, and there are people coming and going at the door. Yuan Bao's kneeling is particularly noticeable.

"Let's get up." Li Mo got into the carriage, "Master, I have already eaten my bento." I knew what this honest servant was worried about.

Duan Li patted Yuan Bao on the shoulder and jumped into the carriage.

Fengning Palace.

The queen mother looked at Zhao Yuanchong, whose face was pale, and frightened her heart: "What's the matter? What's wrong, please send it to the imperial physician."

"Grandmother, grandson is fine." Zhao Yuanchong couldn't blush even though he blushed at the moment, he just said awkwardly, "Grandson is hungry."

"Hungry? What's going on here?"