After the avatar is reborn

Nianqiao's room was close to the backyard, and the window was open, so it was self-evident where the guards came in from.

Half a month has passed, and it seems that Fu Qingming already knows that he is not in Lengping Palace.

Holding something in his hand, he was initially surprised when he saw the guard, but he quickly reacted and closed the door of the room.

"Master Fu asked you to come here?" Nian Qiao asked.

The guard said: "Master Fu asked me to come over and pass on a message. He already knows that you have been transferred to Qianque Palace, and he will come to pick you up at the end of the month."

Nian Qiao panicked, "Where are you taking me?"

Is it possible to take him out of the palace?Or do you have other plans?

He remembered the last time Fu Qingming asked him to wear Ji Xuerong's clothes, and a faint anger rose in his chest.

"I don't know, Mr. Fu only explained this."

After the guard delivered the message, the man left, the window was open to let in the cool night air, Nian Qiao stepped forward and closed the window.

He must find a way to get out of the palace as soon as possible.

On the second day, he had to go to Shangshu Hall. Nianqiao was very grateful to the Seventh Prince, not to mention he also wanted to read and study, so he was a little apprehensive about the next day's accompanying reading, and fell asleep with mixed feelings.

He was used to getting up early when he was a child, and the sky was bright. He looked at the time and went to the main hall to call Ji Lingyu.

Ji Lingyu obviously didn't need him to serve him, and Ji Lingyu was ready when he passed by.

After coming to Qianque Palace for half a month, Nianqiao also saw some tricks, and Ji Lingyu obviously didn't like people to follow and serve.

Ji Lingyu asked him, "Nianqiao, have you tidied up everything?"

Nianqiao nodded, "The Seventh Prince is going to the Imperial Academy today, and the books, paper and inkstone are all ready."

He held the object and lifted it up a little, cautiously.

Ji Lingyu: "How much paper did you bring? You can bring more, and two more pens for you to practice calligraphy."

Nianqiao was a little flattered, he only took the amount that Ji Lingyu would use. He raised his brows and eyes with a little joy and restraint.

"His Royal Highness..."

"It's okay," Ji Lingyu said with a smile, "Didn't I promise you a few days ago that I would teach you how to read?"

Yaobi had just finished playing with the bronze mirror, she said to Nianqiao: "Go and get it, thank you Your Highness."

There was light in Nianqiao's eyes, and his voice was very low, "Thank you, Your Highness Seventh."

He randomly picked one of Ji Lingyu's pens, and picked a little Zhu Hao, and only took an extra piece of paper.

From the previous dynasty, Jingguo began to pay attention to the education of princes. After Emperor Jinghe ascended the throne, a new Hall of Shangshu was built. The Hall of Shangshu was located in the north garden of the imperial palace, and the lectures were taught by academicians in person. The prince and princess had three days of rest and bathing in the Hall of Shangshu every month.

Nianqiao had never stepped out of the Lengping Palace in his previous life, and the day he stepped out of the Lengping Palace was the date of his death.

The sun is shining today, soft and warm, the birds are chirping on the Tangli tree, and the stone statues along the porch are melted with a layer of golden light.

Nianqiao quietly looked at him all the way, his expression naturally did not hide it from Ji Lingyu.

Ji Lingyu asked him, "Nianqiao has been staying in Lengping Palace, never came out?"

No matter how you look at it, your behavior is more novel, like a child seeing something new for the first time.

Nianqiao nodded, "The farthest I have traveled is to the Nangong Gate, and that is the first time I have gone out."

Then he was almost caught, but Ji Lingyu helped him.

Ji Lingyu just smiled, with a hint of teasing in his smile.

After thinking about the bridge, I realized it later, and lowered my head in embarrassment.He was too anxious at the time, he just wanted to leave quickly, and chose the most direct and easiest way to be discovered.

I don't know what others think, when Nianqiao came to Shangshu Palace, he really felt the bookish atmosphere.

A lot of bamboos were planted in the courtyard. When the wind blows, the green leaves shake in spring. The handwriting on the plaque is strong and powerful. The couplets on both sides should be written by one person.

"The writing was written by His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who is Mr. Ouyang's favorite student." Ji Lingyu said.

Nian Qiao remembered his crooked handwriting, if he knew some idioms, he would know that his mood at the moment is called shame.

After learning that it was written by Ji Xuerong, he turned his head away from reading it, and said to Ji Lingyu, "I don't think it's as good as His Highness the Seventh Prince's."

Ji Lingyu turned her head to look at him, he knew he had slipped his words, so he lowered his head and did not speak.

"The Seventh Prince came so early today?" The door was very lively, and there were a few chattering sounds from time to time, which was very abrupt.

Yao Chi told him the day before that not only the prince, but also the children of many ministers, even some dignitaries in Beijing, the son of the young master... will come to Shang Shu Dian.

Some of them must not be provoked, and the first one is Prince Mian's son Xiao Yiyun.King Mian is the only king with a different surname today. He is the uncle of the current crown prince Ji Xuerong. His elder brother Xiao Yun is a general of the current dynasty and holds twenty heavy soldiers.

Xiao Yiyun and the Fifth Prince Ji Haochen are friends, the two share the same interests, and they are well-known playboys in Beijing.

His Royal Highness is the most honorable prince, but the prince has always treated his younger brother generously. Although the fifth prince, Ji Haochen, has a bad temper, he is good at being obedient. The prince has always had nothing to do with his younger brother.

Nianqiao was quite dissatisfied, why could a prince call the Seventh Prince directly, not to mention that the other party's tone was obviously contemptuous, asking lazily, as if he was asking a servant.

He looked along the past and met a pair of unruly and smiling eyes. He was born in a prosperous family with bells ringing, but this son of Prince Mian did not look rich for a moment. Those eyes were sharp and locked on him like a falcon.

"Hey, is the seventh prince a new companion? It looks unfamiliar. At first glance, why does it look like a prince?"

Xiao Yiyun smiled, his words were extremely rude.

As soon as the words fell, everyone's eyes subconsciously fell on Nianqiao.

Nianqiao was still thinking about how Ji Lingyu would punish him, but the impolite Prince Mian had already arrived in front of him, and he never thought that Xiao Yiyun would do it directly.

His cheeks were pinched, and the young man's fingertips were covered with calluses. The rough touch made his cheeks ache.

Nian Qiao was stunned for a moment, his eyes burst into flames, he stepped back subconsciously, but Xiao Yiyun grabbed his wrist, "Don't run, let me see your face."

"Your Highness Seventh..." Nianqiao had never seen such a barbaric and unreasonable person, his wrist seemed to be held by an iron hand, and the few young masters not far away were all watching the fun, and none of them stepped forward to stop him.

Pain came from his wrist, Nianqiao felt a little scared, he subconsciously wanted to approach Ji Lingyu.

Ji Lingyu said, "He's just an ordinary book boy, don't scare him, my son."

I don't know if it was the illusion of Nianqiao, but Nianqiao found that Ji Lingyu's momentum was a little weaker in front of the son of Prince Mian.

His face was sullen, the nails in his cuffs were clenched together, Xiao Yiyun quickly let him go.

"His Royal Highness is here." Following the sound, everyone around lowered their heads.

"What's the excitement, let Gu Ye join in." Ji Xuerong's voice was clear and clear, the bright yellow embroidered gold patterns matched the bamboo in the garden, her tone could not be heard with joy or anger.

Nianqiao lowered his head, his wrist was reddened from being pinched, and it has gradually turned blue.

When he was young, because he was easy to leave marks on his body, the teacher only slapped him on the palm, or punished him without food.

He felt that there was a gaze passing over his head, he could see Ji Xuerong from the corner of his eyes, and Ji Xuerong opened his mouth.

"Seventh brother, tell me what happened just now."

The Seventh Prince didn't speak yet, Xiao Yiyun rushed to answer, "Your Highness, I was just playing around with the Seventh Prince's servant boy."

"I think the appearance of the seventh prince's new servant boy is really pitiful. He is about to discuss with the seventh prince that he will come and play with me for a few days. It just so happens that His Highness is here now, how about helping me?"

After Nianqiao understood what it meant, he immediately raised his head, not even caring about etiquette, and glared at Xiao Yiyun who was not far away, his cheeks flushed with anger.

He met Ji Xuerong who was not far away, Ji Xuerong had a pair of beautiful eyes, and there was no expression in those phoenix eyes, looking at the silent seventh prince.

"Seventh brother, what do you think?"

Ji Lingyu: "It depends on whether Nianqiao is willing."

"Nianqiao, would you like to?" Ji Lingyu asked him.

Nianqiao was naturally unwilling, Xiao Yiyun looked at him as if he was looking at something, which made him feel disgusted, so he didn't want to stay with such a bastard.

"I don't want to, I want to stay by His Royal Highness the Seventh Prince's side." Nian Qiao sensed that Xiao Yiyun's gaze was not friendly, so he moved towards Ji Lingyu without leaving any trace, not letting Xiao Yiyun look at him.

Ji Xuerong had a panoramic view of Nianqiao's small movements, and made a final decision on the matter.

"Xiao Yiyun, did you hear that? Your brother just sent a letter to Gu a few days ago, and asked Gu to tell you about your situation. If you insist on getting the Seventh Prince's book boy, Gu will tell him about it. Maybe he will leave tomorrow in a fit of anger. Return to Beijing."

After the words were finished, Xiao Yiyun raised his hands in surrender, "Okay, Your Majesty, please forgive me this time, I was just joking."

This episode was not big or small. After the fifth prince and other princes came over, after Mr. Ouyang stepped into the lecture hall, the surroundings became quiet.

Nianqiao sat next to the seventh prince, and he noticed that the other princes' bookboys were outside, accompanied by companions... Only Ji Lingyu was next to a small bookboy, and even Ji Lingyu was sitting in a corner.

There are two corners in total.Ji Xuerong sat in the corner on the other side, because Ji Xuerong liked to be quieter, but his highness, Ji Lingyu could only sit in the corner.

Mr. Ouyang looked at Ji Xuerong's side frequently during lectures, and often walked there. After comparing Ji Lingyu's side, it was a desolate place that no one cared about, as if he was outside the classroom.

Nianqiao couldn't hide the matter, he obviously found that the situation of His Highness the Seventh Prince was different from what he thought.

And... After entering the lecture hall, Xiao Yiyun sat next to him. Originally, he and Ji Lingyu were sitting in the corner together, but now he was in the middle, and Xiao Yiyun came to harass him from time to time.

With Mr. present, Xiao Yiyun didn't go too far. He suffered a lot in one class. He practiced calligraphy on the piece of paper he prepared, but he only wrote a few words. Because of the ridicule of the people around him, his face was red, his ears were red, and his fingertips were thin and white. Let go of the pen.

At the end of one class, Ji Lingyu said to him: "Nianqiao, I don't understand something, I'm going to ask Mr. Ouyang, if you can't wait, go back first."

Nianqiao wanted to go with Ji Lingyu, but he had no reason to follow.

As soon as he left, Nian Qiao quickly packed his things, a pair of big hands clasped his waist behind him, and he suddenly bumped backward into a piece of chest.

The laughing voice was in his ears, with a little harshness.

"Want to run?"