After the wrong flirtation, I became the villain's favorite

Xiao Yuanlin had never met Xie Tan, and his stereotype of Xie Tan was that he was shameless, usurped the throne, killed the king, and was tyrannical and bloodthirsty.

He opened his eyes wide and looked at the young man by the lake. He had a conspicuous head of silver hair, a cold and thin face, a tall and straight figure, and his behavior was not like that of a murderous tyrant.

Song Nihuan looked at Xiao Yuanlin and laughed, "What? Did you forget what I told you that bad guys don't write the word bad on their faces?"

She reached out and touched his head again, "Come on, I'll take you back to your place."

Her smile was sly and sweet, and her hands were warm.

Xiao Yuanlin led the way obediently and docilely.

Arriving at where he lived, Song Nihuan looked around. It was indeed a royal palace with a luxurious look. However, for an eleven-year-old child, the palace was too big.

Big and empty.

"Are you afraid of sleeping alone?" she asked.

Xiao Yuanlin seemed to have his thoughts guessed. Her face flushed red, but she shook her head stubbornly.

She walked around the palace where he lived and picked up a book on the table. "Are these all you are reading now?"

The Book of Songs is definitely not something that only a royal child of this age would read.

"I haven't read it for a long time. There are not many books to read now." Xiao Yuanlin shook his head.

"So what do you do on weekdays?"

"You can do whatever you want, except you can't go out." Xiao Yuanlin said as a matter of course.

He glanced at Xie Tan standing beside him and whispered to Song Nihuan, "I want to learn Kung Fu from my sister."

Song Nihuan turned around and glanced at Xie Tan, her eyes full of smiles.

After thinking for a while, he said to Xiao Yuanlin: "Sure, I've only learned the basics, but I should be able to give you some pointers. If you learn more than me, you'll have to ask my master for advice."

If a child of this age is from an ordinary family, he should be playing around all day, climbing trees to catch birds, and going to the river to catch shrimps. If he is a child of the royal family, he should be taught by great Confucian scholars and learn the teachings of Confucius and Mencius.

Instead of being like Xiao Yuanlin, who did nothing all day, surrounded by a group of servants who were no longer in service in a depressing mansion.

"It's okay for me to teach you kung fu, but you also have to continue your studies. Tomorrow His Majesty will send the most knowledgeable Hanlin to teach you." Song Nihuan said.

Da Zhao currently has no imperial tutor, let alone a crown prince. If there are people who can teach the prince, it would be the old scholars in the cabinet. However, those people in the cabinet are too cunning, and when it comes to teaching a prince of the previous dynasty, some of them evade the important issues and give lip service to the teachings.

Not as easy to communicate with as young bachelors.

"Is it okay?" Xiao Yuanlin asked.

Although he is only eleven years old, he is like a little adult and understands everything.

The dynasty collapsed, his father became a monk, his mother passed away, and the precious little grandson of the emperor fell into the quagmire and was forgotten in the barren years.

Without the love of parents and the enlightenment of the hidden talents, even inviting a scholar to teach you now requires cautiously asking if it is okay.

This kind of understanding is really heartbreaking.

Xie Tan said: "Of course you can. Let's prepare it in the mansion tomorrow."

Xiao Yuanlin did not thank him, but his cold expression relaxed a little.

Song Nihuan motioned Xie Tan to leave, and then took out the map from her bosom, "I'll give it back to you."

However, Xiao Yuanlin did not take it, and only said coldly: "Why haven't you given it to him yet?"

"If you hadn't used this map to win his favor, how could he be so close to you?"

Song Nihuan was so shocked by his words that she didn't know what to say. It took her a while to react and she said, "You actually thought I was offering your things to him to win his favor?"

"Isn't it?" Xiao Yuanlin said, "I don't blame you, it's just human nature."

Song Nihuan sneered and threw the map on the table, "Then you are wrong! I'll give it back to you!"

"Hey, don't go." Xiao Yuanlin grabbed her sleeve, a little nervous, "I wronged you, it's my fault. Sister Song, don't be angry."

Song Nihuan pursed her lips and didn't look at him, "It's really unnecessary for me to care about you."

Xiao Yuanlin's face flushed red with embarrassment. After a while, he whispered, "Sister, don't be angry with me. Don't ignore me..."

Seeing his embarrassed look, Xiaoxiao tugged at her sleeve alone, completely losing her pretentious and arrogant look, and said with a smile: "Are you acting like a spoiled child?"

Xiao Yuanlin pursed his lips, mist appeared in his big eyes, and he let go of her sleeves.

Song Nihuan didn't want to embarrass him, so she quickly said, "Okay, okay, I'm not angry anymore."

Xiao Yuanlin's eyes lit up again, "Sister Song, can you really come and teach me Kung Fu? The An Ning Marquis's Mansion is so far away... Will he agree to let you come?"

"I definitely can't come every day, so let's put it this way, I'll come once every seven days. You should practice well when I'm not around. If you don't understand something or need to ask me for something else, just write a note and give it to the Hanlin teacher who teaches you every day." Song Nihuan said, "As for your majesty, he will agree to my coming."

Xiao Yuanlin stared at her. "How do you know he will agree? You haven't even asked him."

Haha, children are very thoughtful and are afraid that they will be treated perfunctorily.

Song Nihuan lowered her eyes and told him, "Your Majesty and I have known each other since we were young. He will agree, don't worry."

Xiao Yuanlin nodded, and then took the map and handed it to her, "Here, I'm giving it to you. Give it to him."

Song Nihuan raised her eyebrows, bent down and whispered in his ear: "Aren't you afraid that if he gets the iron mine, he will have a strong army and horses, and it will be more difficult for you to deal with him in the future?"

Xiao Yuanlin sighed, "Does it make any difference? Without this iron ore, I still can't deal with him now."

Song Ni smiled and said, "Okay, come on, let's start with the basics today, okay?"

Xiao Yuanlin nodded vigorously.

In fact, there is no basic skill. It's just running around the lake to stretch your arms and legs. Children should be energetic and cannot stay in a gloomy palace all the time.

Song Nihuan thought that it would be great if Xie Tan could teach him personally. This close combat sword technique was originally taught to her by Xie Tan, and she added some women's self-defense skills into its application. It is actually not very suitable to teach boys.

He looked at Xie Tan's cold face by the lake, and then at Xiao Yuanlin's thin lips tightly pursed beside him.

Alas, we still have to wait.

If Xie Tan really wanted to pass the throne to Xiao Yuanlin, it would actually be best to keep him by his side and teach him subtly since he was young. This might help resolve the hatred in his heart.

But who can keep a wolf cub who has a deep hatred for him by his side?

After warming up, Song Nihuan recalled the steps that Xie Tan taught her, and began to teach Xiao Yuanlin by imitating him. The child learned seriously and quickly. In less than an hour, he had mastered the key points of the meridians throughout the body.

It was noon and the spring sunshine made people feel a little hot. The two men wiped the sweat off their faces, put away their knives, and sat for a while on the Taihu rocks by the lake.

"What is he doing here? Why doesn't he leave?" Xiao Yuanlin glanced at Xie Tan and said.

When the two were practicing just now, the emperor disappeared for a moment, but came back after a while.

"He came to see you." Song Nihuan said naturally, "Of course, he was also waiting for me."