My host is lazy again

Chapter 296
After returning to the dormitory, before the cushions were warmed up, he was carried by a careless prime minister to supervise the little emperor's study.

It can be seen that being a queen mother is not easy.

The little emperor was studying calligraphy seriously, while Shen Muli supervised him.

And Luo Jian was sitting not far from them, with her hands dignified and well-behaved on her lap, her waist straight, but her head was nodding like a chicken pecking at rice.Sometimes when the pressure was a little stronger, her body would involuntarily fall forward or backward, and she would wake up briefly.

Xiaotao, who was standing beside her, was terrified, her hands half outstretched, ready to catch her at any time.

But the empress dowager quickly sat up on her own after waking up, looked around with her eyes half-opened in a daze, and then closed her eyes again, her fair cheeks were slightly bulging, making one wonder if she might look like a fish Like spitting out bubbles.

Shen Muli glanced at her during the teaching break, and the faint curvature of the corners of his lips never disappeared.

He held the book in one hand, and his posture slowly became a little careless.

When the little emperor finished practicing calligraphy on a piece of paper, he picked it up and looked at it.Looking at the characters scratched out like chicken paws, he narrowed his long and narrow eyes slightly, and tapped his fingers on the edge of the paper.

Mo Zhao grabbed the hem of his clothes nervously.

But this time the prime minister did not criticize him or ask him to rewrite it.

Shen Muli put down the copybook with no expression on his face, his Adam's apple slid gently, watched him and said, "From today on, the emperor will start practicing martial arts. Two hours a day, is there any problem?"

Can practice martial arts?
Mo Zhao was stunned when he heard the words, and then his round eyes lit up slightly.

He nodded his head seriously, "I'm fine!"

If he knew martial arts, he would be able to protect his mother!
Shen Muli hummed lightly.

But he would not teach this martial arts himself, he asked Xiaotao to bring the little emperor to the courtyard.

There is a general waiting there.

The general's surname is Fei, and he was cultivated by Shen Muli.

When he saw the emperor's small body, he frowned. He really didn't understand why the prime minister asked him to practice martial arts with the pope.

Isn't this inconsistent with their original intention?

I don't know when it started, the master has been paying more and more attention to the teaching of the emperor, and it seems that he really wants to train him to be a generation of emperors who can manage affairs.

Although he had many questions in his mind, he thought that his master must have a reason for doing this, so he still taught him seriously.

Before teaching, he touched the little emperor's bones first, then nodded and said, "It's a good material for martial arts."

Looking at the little fellow who had just reached his knees, he was very serious: "Your Majesty, the process of practicing martial arts is very difficult, and I will not show mercy to you just because of your status and age. Don't blame you."

Mo Zhao looked up at him, his milky face tensed, "I know, I won't give up!"

"Very well, let's start. First, start with the zama step..."

At this time, in the hall.

After dismissing the other palace people, only the prime minister and the drowsy queen mother remained in the huge palace.

Shen Muli put down the book in his hand, stood up and walked towards the little queen not far away, leaned over and gently picked her up.

Luo Jian could still vaguely feel someone approaching and hugging her.

There was a familiar fragrance from the tip of her nose, she opened her eyes blankly, and what she saw was the other's jade-like chin, but she couldn't see clearly.

After resting her head on his collarbone, she let out a low sound, grabbed his collar with both hands and fell into a deep sleep.

(End of this chapter)