Long Aotian knelt down to me [Quick Transmigration]

From the early spring to the approaching summer, for Shang Qin, this is probably the shortest spring in his experience: there are no old and new wounds on his body that seem to never heal, and his stomach does not twitch because of hunger. It hurts, and he won't wake up from freezing in the middle of the night, and can only curl up in the half-dream and half-awake to survive the second half of the night... It seems that his time suddenly jumped from the cold winter that almost died to summer.

Although it's not yet midsummer, the venomousness of the sun at noon can already be seen.

For Shang Qin, winter and summer are difficult.Naturally, a place like the Lenggong would not have charcoal or ice. Shang Qin may have the role of the prince, but obviously in the general environment of the Li Palace, even if he had those roles, they would never fall into his hands. .

However, of the two seasons, winter is more difficult.

No matter how thick the straw is, it can't stop the passing of body temperature. After being pressed on the head and immersed in the pool water mixed with crushed ice, the clothes soaked in the water were frozen hard in an instant, and he almost asked for his clothes several times. The high fever of life... Every winter passed, Shang Qin was not sure whether he could survive the next winter.

But this doesn't mean that summer will be much easier. The itchy and painful feeling after being tied up in the sun with a smile and sunburned skin makes Shang Qin grit his teeth no matter how many times he thinks about it.For several days after that, his eyes were pitch black, and he thought he was blind.

But this summer should not be like that, Shang Qin looked up at the gate of the palace.

A plate and a bowl float in through the door.

This scene suddenly appeared in the palace that seemed empty because of its extraordinarily large size. Even in the daytime, it would scare people into shock and make them covered in cold sweat.However, Shang Qin, who was in it, was already used to this kind of scene, and he had consciously hung the pen dipped in water on the "pen holder" beside it - a crooked shelf made of a few twigs. The bump on the stem was used as a hook - walked over and sat down at the table.

It's a bowl of mung bean soup and a plate of pastries. There are still drops of water seeping out of the bowl. I think it was mixed with ice at the beginning.But it was scorching all the way here, and Shang Qin had to touch it carefully to feel the coolness.

Shang Qin took a small sip and put it down again. He was not eating like he was "gobbling like a wolf" when Fang Xia saw him the first day. Fang Xia, who was on the sidelines, couldn't help but sigh with demeanor, he really deserves to be the proud future.

But Shang Qin didn't continue to drink this time.

He glanced at the sun outside, then turned his head to look in Fang Xia's direction.

"I can eat two meals a day."

Shang Qin opened his mouth suddenly, pursed his lips, and explained, "After eating at noon, you tend to get sleepy in the afternoon, but you can't lift your spirits."

Shang Qin felt that this ghost's habits were different from people's. The other party seemed to be used to eating three meals a day. In addition to breakfast and dinner, there was an extra meal at noon.Shang Qin guessed that after he became a ghost, in addition to worshiping in the morning and evening, there were also people worshiping during the day, so he got this habit?

Out of the corner of his eye, he glanced at the piece of light cast by the door close to the eaves: the sun is so big, is it okay outside?

Shang Qin felt that this ghost should also be of the weak and not powerful type, otherwise it wouldn't eat a human being and had to raise him little by little.It's not that good at all, but running under the sun every day, isn't it going to be weaker?What if the ghost disappeared before raising him to such a high level?

But Shang Qin soon regretted it after speaking.

This ghost wants to raise him up. If he eats less, of course he won't grow up fast.Now that he said that, would that ghost think he was delaying on purpose?Does it get angry?

Shang Qin's face was tense, and his expression became solemn all of a sudden.

Fang Xia couldn't help laughing every time he saw the child's serious face.

Especially the other party has eaten well in the past few months, and has grown some flesh on his face, making him look younger than he was at the beginning, and the contrast is even cuter.

However, Fang Xia was not surprised by Shang Qin's words. He discovered in the last world that people nowadays are more used to two meals a day. There is no serious meal at noon. At most, they will eat when they are hungry in the afternoon. Have snacks as a snack.However, because he raised his own child, Fang Xia subconsciously came here according to modern habits. In addition, there was no shortage of food in the imperial dining room even when it was not on fire, so the three meals were maintained.

At this moment, Shang Qin took the initiative to mention it, but Fang Xia didn't think there was anything wrong with it. He just accepted it as the other party's previous habit.After thinking about it, he added, "If you're hungry in the afternoon, tell me."

Suddenly missing a meal, you have to adapt.Don't wait for the child to be hungry and embarrassed to speak.

Shang Qin breathed a sigh of relief, "Okay."

After discussing about lunch, the two started their afternoon schedule: character recognition and practice.

Speaking of which, Fang Xia was actually a little ashamed.After his brush calligraphy was severely beaten in the last world, he finally reached the level of being able to write, read, and not crawl like a dog.But that's about it.

After all, he couldn't even talk about calligraphy with hard pens back then (after typing on the keyboard for a long time, even the cocoons left by holding the pen in his student days disappeared, which shows his degraded writing level), under this premise, he can still write calligraphy, Fang Xia Already feel very arrogant.

But in his own heart, he was so awesome that he used this level of "not even half a bottle of water" to teach a future Aotian, Fang Xia still couldn't resist the guilty conscience.

Especially when he realized that he was writing in a hurry and would subconsciously shorten his strokes, Fang Xia didn't dare to start: If Aotian No. 2 was taught to be crooked like this, he would write a wrong word in the memorial in the future... that picture It was so beautiful that Fang Xia didn't dare to think about it.

So apart from teaching the posture of holding a pen at the beginning, Shang Qin's handwriting was practiced following the copybook.

The source of the latter is of course the system mall.

Comparing the two worlds, Fang Xia also roughly figured out some rules of the system points. Although they are all "helping Aotian", in the judgment of the system, the care in life is far less than the help in career.Fang Xia worked so hard to take care of the cub version Aotian 2 in the past few months, and all the points are enough to buy copybooks, plus a few candies as learning rewards—the embarrassment of maintaining a clean pocket for a long time situation.

Thinking about buying enlightenment books and more advanced study materials for Xiao Shangqin after thinking about it, Fang Xia felt that his eyes were getting dark.

At this time, he finally realized the difficulty of raising a baby: education, education expenses accounted for the bulk!

Saving money is impossible, Fang Xia can only think hard about ways to increase revenue.

Considering that Xiao Shangqin is still a bullied little Douding Lenggong prince, and he himself is A Piao who doesn't even have a body, it is not very realistic to develop power now, Fang Xia can only focus on that and don't know Where is the intruder.

But this kind of clueless search for a person who "doesn't know what he looks like" or "doesn't even know whether he is a man or a woman" is tantamount to finding a needle in a haystack, and the little fool system can't provide the slightest help in this regard.Fang Xia wandered around the imperial city aimlessly for several times but found nothing. Just when he couldn't help but expand the scope of his actions to the capital, he unexpectedly got a piece of news—the emperor wanted to reopen the Shang Study Room.

If this news is true, most of the problems he is facing now will be solved, and he won't have to bother to find the intruder who doesn't know where he is yet.

The Shang Study Room was the place where the princes of the Li Dynasty set up to study, but because of a certain generation, there was an extremely tragic battle for the prince to win the heir. They entered the right hall of the hall together.

Just looking at the chaotic situation of the Dali Imperial Palace, it has already shown signs of the decline of the last dynasty.Since the emperors, the royal family has been obsessed with pleasure and not enterprising, needless to say the rest of them, so although there are many princes in this palace, the right hall of Wenyuan, which was supposed to be a place for learning, has long been abandoned.

The "reopening of Shangshufang" this time was not because the emperor of Dali, who was indulging in wine and sex, suddenly had any idea of ​​making great efforts to govern, or wanted to urge the next generation to become successful.It's just that one of his favorite concubines gave birth to a dragon son, Li Dilong was overjoyed and wanted to make this child the heir apparent.

It's just that although this son is favored by the emperor, he is neither a direct descendant nor an eldest son, and his mother is even more humble. Even though he has repeatedly leapfrogged the ranks and granted titles, he was finally named a beauty because of his contribution to giving birth to the dragon's heir.But today's prince is different. He is the legitimate son born of the Yuan Dynasty, and the influence of his mother's family in the court should not be underestimated.Because of this, Emperor Li euphemistically raised the idea of ​​"changing the crown prince" several times, but the courtiers all poked their noses at it, and could only temporarily press it down in desperation.

It's just that although Emperor Li didn't mention it again, he still didn't let go of his thoughts. This time "reopening the Shangshufang" was his first temptation - after all, "establishing a crown prince" is a national matter, but "how I teach my son" is a family matter. No matter how long the courtier stretches out his hand, he can't control it.

At that time, all the princes will come from the same school and be taught by the same gentleman, so the majesty of the prince will be greatly weakened.

Emperor Li's calculations were sound, but in the end it was Fang Xia and Shang Qin who were the cheapest, plus the unfavored princes in the palace.

Because Fang Xia went back a little late after hearing the news of going out of the corner, he couldn't wait to tell Xiao Shangqin the good news. I can barely suppress my mood and prepare to talk about it tomorrow morning.

It's just that he didn't expect to see a small figure sitting under the eaves just before he went back and entered the hall.

As soon as he appeared, Xiao Shangqin suddenly raised his head as if he had a feeling.

Fang Xia's heart skipped a beat as those eyes looked deeper and deeper under the moonlight.

He heard the child say in a calm voice, "Where have you been?"

Fang Xia: "..."

What's the matter with this inexplicable guilty conscience?