After traveling through time, I became a thorn in the eyes of the sickly prince

When he came out again, he found that Prince Duan was holding a whip in his hand and had a bad look in his eyes. It seemed that if he ran out of the yard, he would be beaten to a bloody mess.

"Humph, you are a prince, and you have the ability to bully a woman! If you are so capable, why can't you get back the money and official land that the emperor owes you?"

"You volunteered to come into the palace and be bullied by this king."

"I just ate the wontons I made, and now you're turning your back on me."

"That's what you should do."

Butler Shi walked in, followed by Mrs. Wang.

"Your Majesty, the people have been brought."

The old lady knelt down and saluted.

"This old servant pays respects to the prince and princess!"

"Stand up. You have been a nanny in the palace. Today you will start teaching the princess the etiquette of the palace."

"Yes, Your Highness!" Granny Wang secretly curled her lips and stood up. These two masters have been fighting since their wedding, and it has been four days.

An Muxi glanced towards the gate, then looked at the whip in Prince Duan's hand. He felt that if he ran out, he would be split in half immediately. Helplessly, he looked at Wang Po.

“Mother Wang, please teach me all at once. I don’t want to learn for too long.”

"Yes, Princess!"

Mrs. Wang took two steps back, raised her head and chest, and put her knees together.

“Princess, you must move slowly when you walk, don’t swing your arms too much, and try not to let your hairpins shake. It should be like this,” he said, and then he started walking.

Seeing the rough-looking Wang Pozi taking lotus steps, Mu Xi immediately chuckled.

"Haha, Wang Ma walked beautifully."

She took out a handkerchief from her bosom, held her head high and chest high, and started walking with small steps. In order to see the shaking frequency of the step-shake clearly, she simply pulled out the step-shake on the right side of her bun and inserted it above her forehead. She looked like a naughty girl.

The old woman laughed awkwardly, "Princess, you are too kind. I have been a nursemaid in the palace for three years, and I learned this from the old ladies."

She looked towards Prince Duan and discovered that her own prince was staring at the princess. If she saw it herself, it would be only a matter of time before these two masters would fall in love. It would just take some suffering.

Prince Duan stared at An Muxi's smiling face and clenched the whip in his hand.

"Be serious, or I'll whip you." He said in a warning tone.

Mu Xi glared at Prince Duan fiercely and put away his smile. This cripple's itchiness was not serious yesterday. It seemed that he did not give enough medicine. The same was true for Gu Qingzhou. Why did he help him apply the medicine? Now he was torturing himself.

Butler Shi glanced at the two masters in the yard and walked out helplessly. In this huge palace, there were only two masters, and they fought every day. When would it end?

After Mu Xi walked for a while, Mrs. Wang corrected him:

"Princess, you need to straighten your back, take smaller steps, and the hairpin on your head is shaking a little too much."

"Oh, this is still big!" Mu Xi straightened his back, shook his handkerchief, and stared at the hairpin above his forehead. His focused look was funny and ridiculous.

Prince Duan looked away in annoyance. This piece of asshole had no moral conduct of a lady from a noble family and had no shame. She twisted her waist and hips in front of him without a trace of embarrassment.

Half an hour later,

Mrs. Wang began to teach Muxi how to curtsy, return a greeting, and kneel down to pay respect when meeting someone of higher rank.

At the beginning, Mu Xi felt it was fresh, but after a long time, he became a little annoyed. He turned his head to look at Prince Duan and found that he was basking in the sun with his eyes closed, the whip on his legs, and looking very comfortable.

He moved his feet quietly towards the door, but before he reached the door, the whip hit the ground hard, raising a cloud of dust.

"You want to be beaten?"

"Your Highness, I'm tired and need to rest. I've been practicing for so long." Her tone was full of anger, and the hairpin on her forehead seemed to be flying up.

Prince Duan opened his eyes and said, "Come here and pay your respects to me, so I can see how what you just learned is going?" He said in a hostile tone.

An Muxi was silent for two seconds, looked at the whip in his hand, pulled out the hairpin from his forehead, inserted it on the right side of his bun, took two steps back, and walked over slowly.

"Your Highness, I pay my respects to you!" She then knelt down in greeting.

Prince Duan did not respond. He stared at An Muxi's fair cheeks and lowered eyes, feeling that this was the image a normal woman should have.

After a long time without any response, Mu Xi raised his head.

"Your Highness!" Expectant eyes.

"You didn't do it well, try again!"

An Muxi retreated unhappily, walked over again, knelt down and saluted.

"I pay my respects to the prince!"

"Come again!"

After repeating this four times, An Muxi finally got angry. She stared at the little black dog running over, picked up the little black dog, threw it hard onto Prince Duan's legs, and then quickly ran towards the door.

But as soon as he ran to the gate, his waist was tightly entangled by a whip, and then a strong force pulled his body back, facing the ugly face of the prince.

"Take out Yan'er's letter, and I'll let you rest!"

"How would I know about her letter!" An Muxi pulled off the whip from his waist and ran straight towards Moyang Palace, but his body was entangled by the whip again and pulled back.

"I've been practicing for an hour, and Wang Ma is tired too!"

Mrs. Wang watched the fierce tug-of-war between the two masters, with thin sweat on her forehead. She had always known that the two masters were fighting, but she had never expected it to be such an incompatible scene.

"Auntie Wang, go back and have a rest, but you can't!" Prince Duan pulled An Muxi's arm, his scorching eyes as if he wanted to stare a hole in her face. This trick may seem simple, but it is actually very sophisticated!