However, what the maids were worried about did not happen.
Little Shota's little arms dangled for a while, and then she steadily started stuffing snacks into her mouth, looking very happy.
Is this young master stupid?
The gentleman knows how to hit people with a ruler. Why isn't the young master afraid? Instead, he laughs?
"Little Master, why did you run up to the tree?"
After Mingde returned from delivering the drawings, he found that all the palace ladies were surrounding the jujube tree. When he took a closer look, he discovered that the young lady was sitting on it, and she was immediately stunned.
This jujube tree has lasted for hundreds of years and has lush branches and leaves. How did the young master get up there?
"Sir, come down quickly!"
"It's done! You've picked it up!"
This time Xiao Zhengtai readily agreed, shaking his two calves vigorously, as if he was about to jump down.
"Master, be careful!"
All the slaves under the tree were nervous and quickly stretched out their hands to catch it without even daring to blink.
joke!
If the young master falls, all their heads will have to be moved!
However.
What they received was only two Shu Jinxiu shoes, and the young master was still sitting firmly on the tree, giggling.
"Ahem...!"
"Old minister, I pay my respects to the young master!"
At this moment, an old man with gray hair walked into the courtyard.
First, he coughed twice as a reminder, and then saluted the Milkman on the tree with a serious look!
"Greetings, sir!"
"Are you the one who will teach me from now on?"
Ying Feiyu sat on a tree branch, raised his chubby little hands in return, and asked with a harmless expression.
"That's right, the old minister Boyuan was ordered by the king to teach the young master!"
"Yesterday, the old minister in the court met with the young master. The young master has a talent for poetry, which should not be wasted!"
"Master, please come down first!"
Boyuan said sternly.
"good!"
Ying Feiyu didn't say anything, and immediately stood up on the branch of the tree.
Suddenly he leaned forward, frightened all the slaves and quickly reached out to receive it.
The young lady smiled slightly, hooked her chubby little feet on a tree branch, and used her inertia to jump to a slightly lower branch. After a few times, she landed firmly on the ground.
A set of movements flowed smoothly, and the movements were as light and vigorous as a civet cat. Even the old stubborn Boyuan was stunned.
I couldn't help but murmur in my heart, is this child really a five-year-old milk baby?
He is a master of poetry and his skills are so strong?
"call……"
As the young lady fell to the ground, the hearts of the chamberlains and maids also fell to the ground.
My head was saved today!
"Young Master has already entered the palace. He has a delicate body and a noble body. He represents the Qin Dynasty in every word and deed. It is better not to do things like climbing trees in the future!"
Boyuan put his hands behind his back, already took on the attitude of a teacher, and began to teach.
"Then...what if I don't listen?"
The young lady raised her head, her pink and jade face full of provocation.
"No...don't listen?"
Boyuan was stunned.
In the past, after he said these words, the young masters would obediently surrender their hands.
Even if there are a few pricks who are dissatisfied, they dare to get angry but dare not speak out!
This guy was lucky enough to fight back directly!
"I have been ordered to teach the young master. If you don't listen, I have no choice but to give you a slight punishment!"
"Punishment? How to punish?"
"Of course it's a ring rule!"
As Boyuan spoke, he pulled out a wooden board from his sleeve.
It's seven inches and four minutes long, about five minutes thick, and about one inch wide. It's painful when it hits the palm of your hand!
No ordinary young master would be afraid of this thing!
"Sir, I wonder what material your ruler is made of?"
There was no trace of fear in Xiao Zhengtai's eyes. Instead, he took the ruler away and observed it curiously.
“Of course it’s made of bamboo boards!”
Boyuan put his hands behind his back, looking a little proud.
"Bamboo board? What's the use of that? Look at this!"
After saying that, the young lady threw the ruler aside and ran to the stone table in the yard to look through her small cloth bag.
His chubby little hands rummaged through the bag for a long time and took out a piece of steel about one meter long and twenty centimeters thick.
"Sir, that little piece of bamboo of yours is useless at all. Isn't it just like scratching an itch when you hit it on your body?"
"You use this, I am made of fine iron, it can only serve as a lesson when you hit someone!"
"Give……!"
Little Shota blinked his big watery eyes with a serious look on his face.
"Sir, you're welcome. Take it quickly. I'm thick-skinned and thick-skinned. Even if your ruler is broken, it won't have any effect!"
After saying that, Xiao Zhengtai easily held the fine iron under his arm in his hand, pretended to be very respectful, and handed it to the old man.
"This this……?"
Boyuan looked confused.
He has been teaching and educating people for decades, and this is the first time he has encountered such a thing.
Not only are you not afraid of being beaten, but you also take the initiative to take out a large ruler and let yourself be beaten?
Can……
This ruler is too big!
no way!
The little guy has been handed to me, so I can only reach out to take it. I must not let this kid look down on me!
"Okay, in the future, young master, you will... Ouch!"
The old man went to pick it up bravely, and wanted to say some words of admonishment. Unexpectedly, he staggered as soon as he got the large ruler.
If he hadn't let go of his hand earlier, I might have lost his temper.
"Giggle..."
Several little palace maids nearby couldn't help covering their mouths and snickering.
"Hey! Sir, why don't you continue? Is it because of the size?"
Xiao Zhengtai blinked and looked at the ruler on the ground, then at the old man, and asked seriously, his face full of innocence and confusion.
"Um...young master, this...this ruler probably weighs a hundred pounds, right?"
Embarrassed in front of everyone, the old man's old face had turned the color of pig liver, and he could only keep stroking his beard to cover up his embarrassment.
"No! It's only ninety-nine pounds. I weighed it before!"
Koshota corrected.
"Ahem..."
The old man was so frightened that he coughed violently.
No wonder I can’t lift it, it’s a hundred pounds too small!
My old bones probably only have this weight left!
"Sir, you don't know that I am a weak-skinned person. When I was a child, my mother even hit me with a cane to no avail. If you don't use this fine iron ruler, I'm afraid you won't be able to control me!"
"Hey! Look at my head. Sir, you don't want to take this ruler. Do you think the size is wider than your previous one? Don't you take advantage of it?"
"If you cut it from the middle, it will definitely take time and delay the knowledge imparted by the teacher!"
Xiao Zhengtai tilted his head and began to think. After a moment, Xiao Zhengtai's eyes lit up, and he seemed to have thought of something, "Master, I will twist this iron plate for you into a twist, and then stretch it so that the width is the same as yours." It’s almost the same as before, it’s convenient for you to use!”
After saying that, Xiao Zhengtai kicked his foot, and the iron plate flew up with dust. The old man was so frightened that he hurriedly hid behind him.
Good guy, if something weighing more than a hundred pounds hits you, your life will be dead!
The old man was in shock when he saw the little guy firmly catching it with his two little hands and starting to twist it little by little, smiling at him while twisting it!
It was obviously the innocent smile of a child, but to the old man it looked extremely evil!
A five-year-old child can twist hundreds of kilograms of fine iron with his bare hands. Who would believe it?
"Sir, it's done, let me stretch it a little longer!"
In the old man's shock, Xiao Zhengtai gradually stretched the fine iron. The old man was so frightened that he broke into a cold sweat and subconsciously touched his neck.
"Sir, it's better now. The width is about the same as your previous ruler, but the length is a bit longer. But hitting someone like this will hurt more. If you don't believe me, try it!"
Little Shota was very satisfied with his work and kept waving it in the air.
The sound of breaking through the air reached the old man's ears. He was so frightened that his legs weakened and he collapsed directly to the ground!
What the hell!
You have so much strength in your hands, who dares to hit you?
Even if you want to fight, you have to ask yourself if your neck can withstand being twisted!
The most important thing is that I have to be smart about it!
evildoer!
Absolute monster!
The more the old man thought about it, the more panicked he became. Without saying a word, he ran away in a crawl!
"Sir, where are you going?"
"Sir, weren't you ordered to teach me?"
Seeing the old man's funny look, Shota continued to strike behind him, which made the old man's escape speed up a bit.
Everyone knows that the First Emperor was cruel and terrible.
In the old man's opinion, the First Emperor was not even one-tenth as scary as this child!
If he had known earlier, he shouldn't have taken the initiative to ask Ying to be this master yesterday!
From now on, I can be whoever I like. I'm nearly sixty years old, so I won't bullshit you!
【Ding! Congratulations to the host, you successfully drove away the teacher and rewarded Lingbo Weibu]
When the old man disappeared from everyone's sight, the system's mechanical voice sounded in his mind.
What followed was a burst of heat, as if something had been forced into his body.
In just a moment, the heat disappeared, and Shota felt that her legs were stronger than before!
"I have to find a chance to try it later!"
Ying Feiyu grinned, muttered to himself, threw the fine iron in his hand aside, and patted the dust on his hand!
"Sir, don't you fear punishment from the king if you drive me away?"
Mingde ran to Ying Feiyu, took out a handkerchief to wipe the dust on his hands, and asked with concern.
"What are you afraid of? Not only am I not afraid, but I will go to my father and accuse him!"
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