After being bullied and crying after being dressed as a fool

Ji Chiye's voice did not fall, Sheng Xia hurriedly said: "Can I not go?"

Ji Chiye was taken aback by Sheng Xia's words, and asked inexplicably, "Why?"

Sheng Xia fingered the gilt on the teacup, trying to find a reason. "The fifth day of the next Lunar New Year is my birthday. I'm bored by myself. I want you to accompany me. It's lively and lively."

Ji Chiye gently raised a pair of peach blossom eyes, "If I remember correctly, the son's birthday is the fifth day of April, and it has already passed."

"I was born prematurely, and I was born three months early." Sheng Xia said, "So three months later, isn't it the fifth day of the next month?"

Ji Chiye laughed with a "ha", "I'm sorry, I have already agreed to the owner of Mingxuan Pavilion, so I can't keep my word." After a while, "Well, once the Mingxuan Pavilion poetry competition is over, This king will come to accompany the son to celebrate his birthday!"

The first owner of Mingxuan Pavilion once saved the life of the Supreme Emperor, so Mingxuan Pavilion has been highly valued by the royal family for nearly a hundred years.

At the same time, Mingxuan Pavilion is also a gathering place for knowledgeable literati.

Elegant and respected, the royal family also respected Mingxuan Pavilion very much.

In order to improve their knowledge and be admired by others, members of the royal family hope to be invited by Ming Xuan Pavilion to be their mentors.

Scholar and literati who participated in the poetry competition are judged with lofty mentor qualifications.

And no member of the royal family has ever refused an invitation from Mingxuan Pavilion, so ignorant of flattery, so unconventional.

Therefore, Ji Chiye will definitely not refuse the invitation of Mingxuan Pavilion to elevate his status this time.

At this moment, Shengxia also understands that with her own capacity, she cannot persuade Ji Chiye to go to Mingxuan Pavilion this time.

So he can only be Ji Chiye's bodyguard.

"I also want to go to Mingxuan Pavilion, so take me with you!"

Hearing Shengxia's words, Ji Chiye's peach blossom eyes showed disgust and frivolity, "Mingxuan Pavilion is not a place to play, and there is no food for you. It is a place where elegant literati exchange knowledge."

Ji Chiye disliked Midsummer's eccentric spirit, making a fool of himself and losing his face.

Sheng Xia disliked him even more than Ji Chiye and gave a "cut" sound of disdain.

"My stomach is full of ink," he said, breaking off his fingers. "As the saying goes, ten years of hard work is bitter, but I have been studying for 16 years!"

One year of kindergarten + one year of preschool + six years of elementary school + three years of junior high school + three years of high school + one year of university = 16 years Ji Chiye leaned against the wall with arms folded, and didn't say anything to Midsummer, but wrote all over his face "Just brag, I don't believe a single word."

Sheng Xia rolled up his sleeves and decided to show Ji Chiye his talents, in order to convince Ji Chiye.

First of all, Shengxia summarized the basic knowledge of mathematics, physics and chemistry in junior high school in front of Ji Chiye.

Of course, what Ji Chiye listened to was the first two big ones, a group that was surrounded by circles.

But in the end, he could still understand that Sheng Xia was not talking nonsense, but he didn't understand, and it was even more strange how Sheng Xia could have such weird things.

It seems to be quite advanced.

Immediately, Sheng Xia ordered the servant to bring pens, ink, paper and inkstone.

But because Sheng Xia was not good at using brushes, he simply broke off the wooden pen holder, dipped it in ink, and wrote like a pen.

He first wrote a clapping song for Ji Chiye that was passed down in kindergarten, and showed it to Ji Chiye as his literary talent.

In fact, he wanted to write a few noun poems, but he was afraid of being complained about as a shameless porter.

So I can only use clapping songs as poems and songs.

"How is it?" Sheng Xia asked.

At this moment, Ji Chiye was looking at the clapping song written by Midsummer on the paper, rubbing his chin with his slender and fair fingers, "Hmm! It's not very harmful, but extremely insulting."

As he said that, Ji Chiye looked resentful and aggrieved and turned his eyes to Shengxia, "How can you fool me with something from a child of a few years old!"

Midsummer got goosebumps all over the place, looking at your miserable face.

At this moment, Sheng Xia looked at someone who was being pissed off in his eyes and said with an idea: "I'm writing this for the prince's future child!" Hahaha, when you are made to have a child, this will be given to you as a doll.

"Child?" Ji Chiye had already read his malice in Midsummer's expression, and raised his eyebrows jokingly: "Oh! It turns out that the son wrote to his own doll, is the son implying that the king is planting seeds for the son?" ?”

"Ouch!" Shengxia Chaoji Chiye retched violently, "Please don't disgust the delicious food I just ate."

"It was the prince who teased the king first, so I can't blame the king for that."

Sheng Xia exhaled, it seemed that he had to give him a big move, he picked up the pen again, and solved a high school equation for Ji Chiye.

"This is not coaxing children!"

Ji Chiye pinched the paper and looked at the equations that seemed like scriptures to him.

"This king inexplicably feels that the prince who wrote these things is a few years younger than my 22-year-old age!"

Sheng Xia: I've only been in college for a few days, and I haven't learned anything yet, so I'm forced to cross over to be your husband. I can only fool you with high school!

"Whether the prince will take me to Mingxuan Pavilion or not, give me a letter." Sheng Xia frowned impatiently.

"Okay, I'll do what I can this time." Ji Chiye reminded emphatically, "But don't cause trouble, be obedient, and honestly pretend to be an idiot."

Sheng Xia excitedly stretched out two fingers and jumped, "Ouye, it's all right!"

Ji Chiye immediately regretted it, but it was hard to get over it, so he could only step up and watch him more.

Ji Chiye no longer thinks about it, because he has more important things to figure out now.

"This, what does it all mean, I want to know?" Ji Chiye pointed to the equation on the paper and asked Shengxia.

Sheng Xia was taken aback for a moment, blinking her somewhat bewildered eyes flickeringly.

That is the messy wrong equation that Tao was solved by him. He didn't even write a word for the solution, and he didn't get a point in the exam.

"When the prince gives me the dagger, I will tell the prince what it means!"

Sheng Xia yawned and rubbed his eyes, "I'm sleepy, see you at dinner tomorrow morning!"

After finishing speaking, Sheng Xia stretched out her small hand and pushed Ji Chiye, who was very reluctant to leave, out of the room.

"Oh my god, the dishes are cold!" Sheng Xia hurriedly turned and entered the space.

In the space, Yin Wuzhou sat on the big bluestone, with various meat dishes placed beside him.

It turned out that Shengxia didn't eat the delicious food that Ji Chiye ordered the chef to cook for him alone, but put them all in the space, trying to please his superiors, and ate them with Yin Wuzhou.

At this moment, Sheng Xia sat beside Yin Wuzhou with a smile on his face.

Picking up the chopsticks, he picked up a piece of braised pig's trotter for Yin Wuzhou, and put it on the vegetation leaves near his old man's house.

There are not enough plates for vegetables in the space, so Midsummer can only find some clean and big enough vegetation leaves to use.