After the failed attempt to pretend to be dead, the sickly child was favored by the treacherous mini

Xia Yu ignored him, sat down silently, took out his book and read it attentively.

Seeing Xia Yu handling the matter in this way, Xie Nanxing pretended not to understand. He bowed to the nobles on the Eighth Prince's side and sat behind Xia Yu.

The books in the bag were prepared by Shen Jinmo for Xie Nanxing in advance. Xie Nanxing glanced at Xia Yu's book, then took out a similar one, lowered his head and began to read.

Seeing that neither of them responded, the noble group stopped thinking and went about playing among themselves.

Han Zhou got up a few minutes late today, and finally sat down just before Wu Cixiu entered the classroom.

After sitting down, he took a big gulp of water and found that the person sitting in front of him had changed from the taciturn Xia Yu to Xie Nanxing.

Han Zhou felt that this year was off to a good start.

She stretched out two fingers and tugged at the clothes on Xie Nanxing's back.

Seeing Xie Nanxing's indifference, Han Zhou took the lead and introduced himself: "Xie Nanxing, I'm Han Zhou, we'll be comrades in the future."

As a newcomer, Xie Nanxing's backer's life or death is uncertain. Xie Nanxing feels that he needs to be more cautious in his actions so as not to cause trouble for Shen Jinmo.

Seeing that Han Zhou was stubborn and insisted on pulling him, Xie Nanxing simply stood up and saluted Han Zhou: "I greet Prince Han."

"Eh..." Han Zhou touched his head awkwardly: "That's not what I meant. I thought we were friends."

"The common people don't dare."

As soon as Xie Nanxing finished his reply, the originally noisy classroom suddenly became quiet, and even Han Zhou behind him stopped trying to pull him.

Xie Nanxing sat down puzzled, looking at the old man with white hair and beard who was walking towards the podium from the door.

Although he is over 70 years old, he looks very energetic. Even without saying a word, he inspires respect from people.

This was the first time Xie Nanxing saw a man and he felt that the word "literati" was not enough to describe the noble aura surrounding this old man.

Wu Cixiu knocked on the desk on the podium with his hand, looked around at these young sons of nobles, and finally set his eyes on Xie Nanxing and nodded slightly.

Wu Cixiu was telling Xie Nanxing that he knew about his arrival and approved of his arrival.

"Everyone, the first class of Hongde's eleventh year will still be taught by me."

All the students stood up from their chairs and greeted Wu Cixiu with student etiquette: "Greetings, Grand Tutor."

"The Emperor values ​​your studies. Today, I have received the Emperor's great favor and have come to give you this first lesson in the morning court. I want to calm your thoughts."

Wu Cixiu handed the test papers prepared in advance to Xia Yu and Xia Cheng: "The two princes, please pass the test papers to the back. You have two quarters of an hour. If you get a question wrong, you will be punished with a ruler."

Grievances flashed in the eyes of many young men from aristocratic families, but no one dared to complain out loud.

The person in front of him is the imperial tutor of three dynasties and the first-rank imperial tutor of the current dynasty. Everyone in Luoan who is famous is proud to receive Wu Cixiu's teachings.

When Xie Nanxing got the test paper, he first read it from beginning to end, then raised his hand and held the brush.

The questions were not difficult. What Shen Jinmo taught him was enough, but the most difficult part was to conquer the brush in his hand.

Han Zhou looked over all the questions, wrote his name on the test paper, answered the few questions he knew, and once again became the first person to hand in the paper.

Wu Cixiu finished grading Han Zhou's test paper and just as he was about to grasp the ruler, Han Zhou's hand had already stretched out.

Actively admit mistakes and never repent.

Thinking of how strong Master Wu was, Han Zhou became a little timid: "Master, could you hit me a little more gently? I have suffered a lot of injuries this Spring Festival."

His eyes are round and big, which makes people feel pity when he begs for mercy.

But obviously this trick is useless against Wu Cixiu.

With the ruler still in his hand, Wu Cixiu looked at Han Zhou quietly and called him out of the classroom.

The ruler fell mercilessly on Han Zhou's hand, and the pain naturally also fell on Han Zhou, but the shock and fear were all transmitted to the heart of the person who was scratching his head while answering the question.

If these ten rulers are used on your hand, even if the skin is not torn into pieces, the hand will definitely swell up like a bun.

Han Zhou received the ruler and bowed to Wu Cixiu to thank him: "Thank you for your hard work, Master. I will study hard this year."

"Prince Han." Wu Cixiu held the ruler in his hand and stood with his hands behind his back.

"Please give me some advice, Grand Tutor." Although Han Zhou did not like studying, he could not fake his admiration for Wu Cixiu.

The man in front of him is capable of both stabilizing the country and leading the soldiers of the previous dynasty to fight to the last moment when the enemy is at the gates.

After the defeat, he returned to his farm with one man's ashes and became a country teacher.

It was the late emperor who condescended to visit him three times at his cottage before he invited Wu Cixiu out of seclusion and made him the Grand Tutor of the Great Xia Dynasty.

"Prince Han prefers martial arts to literature. If Prince Han only wants to be an ordinary soldier in the future, it is not a big deal."

"But if you want to be the commander of an army, it is important to lead by example, but use it here." Wu Cixiu tapped Han Zhou's head with a ruler: "Only then can you defend the territory, protect the three armies, and avenge the national hatred and family feuds."

"You can't take away a man's ambition, you can't take away the commander of an army, what do you want to do in the future, Prince Han?"

Thirteen years old is not young anymore. If Marquis Zhongqin was willing, Han Zhou would have already joined the military camp and started training.

The north wind was blowing violently, and Han Zhou's clothes were rustling in the wind, just like the sound of waving flags he heard in the military camp when he was a child.

Those ideals that were buried deep in my heart and not allowed to see the light of day seem to be showing signs of breaking through the ground.

When he spoke again, his voice was filled with emptiness and confusion: "Master, do you think I still have a chance to become the commander of an army?"

"Your elder sister was able to gain an opportunity to join the camp as a woman, so why are you, a man of integrity, so afraid to take action?"

"Prince Han, whether it can be done or not will be determined by the timing, but when the timing comes, it is up to you to decide whether it can be done or not."

Having said this, all the students in the classroom had handed in their papers, and Wu Cixiu strode into the classroom.

Han Zhou sat down behind Wu Cixiu, his expression replaced by a rare solemnity.

Xie Nanxing felt that Han Zhou looked like he was struck by lightning.

Could it be that this Taifu could call the wind and rain, and command thunder and lightning?

The sound of the ruler being hit came one after another. Xie Nanxing hurriedly withdrew his gaze from Han Zhou and secretly looked at the tutor who was hitting him with the ruler.

Although Taifu is old, he seems to be stronger.

Looking down at his hands and thinking about his own health, Xie Nanxing gritted his teeth and cheered himself up.

Even if it hurts, he has to endure it and not cry out.

Otherwise, it would be Shen Jinmo's people who would be lost.

Xia Yu was called to the podium, Wu Cixiu waved two rulers at him, and his voice was suppressed by the sound of reading aloud.

"Your Highness can take it today, and I hope to see Your Highness release it one day."

"Thank you for your guidance, Master." Xia Yu bowed and thanked him without saying anything else.

Wu Cixiu moved Xie Nanxing's test paper again and again until there was no place to move it. Wu Cixiu had no choice but to mark the test paper: "Xie Nanxing, come here for a moment."

Xie Nanxing stood beside Wu Cixiu in a panic, his clenched fists emitting coldness: "Please give me some advice, Master."

The sound of reading suddenly subsided, and the rich and noble young man in the palace was still very interested in Xie Nanxing, the new study partner.

Although there were a few red marks on her face, it looked even more charming compared to Xie Nanxing's complexion.

Zhong Luan's gaze on Xie Nanxing changed from disdain to fascination.

There is only one sick beauty like this in God's city.

If Shen Jinmo doesn't want him anymore in the future, Zhong Luan would be willing to take him in and use him for his own benefit.