"I would like to ask Your Majesty to arrange all my classes in the afternoon, because sometimes I like to stay up late and read drawing books and cannot get up too early. Plus, I am a painter. When I am inspired, I may take leave. I hope Your Majesty will allow it. "
After Shen Youchu finished speaking, he bowed obediently.
Being a painter was just a side trip. She mainly wanted to make a name for her master, and then organize the manuscripts into categories.
There is not much content in the handbook, but the single secret book left by her master is quite a lot.
Some of the books that provide explanations and records in the manuscripts are only available in the royal library.
She was willing to work for her master, but she was not willing to get up early in the morning to teach the royal children.
"..."
Zhou Qian's prepared rhetoric suddenly became useless after hearing such a request.
He considered his words for a moment, and finally blurted out: "Don't young people nowadays want to get up early to do things?"
"Why did your Majesty say this?"
Shen Youchu refuted him somewhat exaggeratedly.
"It's not that I don't want to get up early to do things, it's... I have important things to do at night. I can't possibly not sleep, right?"
Could it be that the old emperor didn't even agree to such a small request?
wrong.
Besides her, who else doesn’t want to get up early and do things?
Zhou Qian saw Shen Youchu's eyes rolling around, not knowing what he was thinking about. Anyway, the Shen family was still with Shen Youchu for the time being, so he couldn't see any unnecessary thoughts, so he readily agreed.
"You are right. Working is important, but sleeping is equally important. I have approved your request. You are also invited to participate in this competition. You can come to the study room after the competition."
in other words.
If you agree to this request, you can come if you want to, but you can't come if you don't want to.
Zhou Qian was very troubled by such a decision, but thinking that Shen Youchu was indeed useful, he could only endure it.
Especially when he thought about another young man who was obviously unwilling to get up early to go to court, he felt that it was good to have the eldest daughter of the Shen family act like this.
When the time comes, anyone who wants to read Ning Aiqing must first read a copy of Miss Shen's family.
Very good!
The monarch and his ministers talked happily, and the matter was settled.
The Hua family members who were following with their heads down had originally planned to put pressure on Shen Youchu. Even if they couldn't get the manuscript, asking them to copy one or two would be enough to last them a lifetime.
At this time, he learned that Hua Yi had dedicated all his letters to Daxing, but he did not dare to speak out even though he was suffering.
We can only hope that His Majesty will look out for Hua Yi and reward them with a related errand, so that today's funeral will be worth their while.
"Let the Hua family select a few talented young people to do the copying."
After all, Zhou Qian has not forgotten that the Hua family has trained such a capable person as Hua Yi.
Even if.
During his lifetime, Hua Yi did not like the children of the Hua family very much, and he did not even have the idea of passing on the mantle.
But he could not deny the contribution of the Hua family.
"In addition, the Hua family will be responsible for building a temple in Hua Qing's former residence to commemorate his kindness in teaching. I will ask the Ministry of Revenue to allocate special funds when I return to the palace."
"Thank you, Your Majesty!"
Copying books is a hard job, but building temples is a lucrative job.
The Hua family didn't dare to make much money openly, but secretly they could still fatten a lot of people.
When Shen Youchu saw the hopeless looks of the children of the Hua family, he simply pretended not to see it so as not to get angry.
Something happened here.
She was still anxious to visit Mr. Ning, so after seeing off the holy driver, she got into the carriage and asked the driver to go to Jingxian's house.
"Driver, hurry up."
"Okay, Miss... come on! Come on!"
The carriage swayed for a moment and finally stopped again.
Shen Youchu opened the car curtain without knowing what was going on. She was about to greet the person who was almost touching her waist. When she saw the tall figure on the horse, he was obviously middle-aged, but because he was well-maintained, he looked like a young man in his early thirties. The father awkwardly tucked in the frayed skirt below his knees.
"Daddy..."
"Who? Miss Shen, is Master Shen Huang calling the grassroots father?"
Shen's father, Shen Tingjun, swept his sword-shaped eyebrows into his temples, with a slightly mocking smile on his face.
Shen Youchu knew that her father was angry with her.
Daddy knew about her coming to the funeral.
But in order to be able to attend the funeral, she did not tell her father what happened at the poetry appreciation party.
Knowing that she was in the wrong, Shen Youchu quickly picked up the hem of her skirt and jumped out of the carriage with the help of Mei Xiang. She jumped up to the horse, reached out and stroked the horse's head, and said with a smile: "Daddy came here specially to pick me up. Yes."
"Otherwise? If I don't take you to see the doctor, I'm afraid you will ignore your own safety and go to Princess Xian's mansion to see another injured person first."
When it comes to the other injured person, Shen Tingjun's words are a little more serious.
Shen Youchu was afraid that he would vent his anger on Mr. Ning again, so he hurriedly explained.
"Dad, thanks to Mr. Ning, I was not injured, but he was seriously injured trying to protect me. I should go visit him."
"Are you trying to reason with him?"
Shen Tingjun took a deep breath and gave orders to Mei Xiang.
"Hold your young lady into the carriage and go back to the mansion to check the injury first. If it is nothing serious, my wife and I will go to Xianjun Mansion with you to visit and express our thanks. If there is something serious, you can stay at home honestly for now. Until the tenth day of October, I will go to the princess’s mansion in person to express my gratitude, Mei Xiang!”
Mei Xiang, who was named, could only step forward bravely.
Just when she was worried that her young lady would resist because she was worried about Mr. Ning.
But he saw his young lady holding the hem of her skirt, turning around and walking towards her, humming angrily as she walked.
"I can walk and jump. There's no need for Mei Xiang to carry me into the carriage. Dad, you'd better tell mother as soon as possible and pick some big gifts to go to Jingxian's house to say thank you!"
Even if he knew that the accident that happened at the poetry appreciation party was Master Ning's revenge.
Mr. Ning may have saved her not only out of emotion, but also out of responsibility.
But she kept this life-saving grace in mind.
She also had to ask her parents to write it down carefully so that there would be more possibilities between her and Mr. Ning.
As for the truth about Master's death, it will definitely not be made public and cannot be made public.
The old emperor did not remind her of this, but she had this self-knowledge.
…
Princess Xian's mansion.
Ning Wuyan opened his eyes suddenly, and just as he was about to get up, a familiar pain surged from his back, reminding him of the pain he felt when he was beaten with fifty sticks in Jinling Mansion.
There was wound medicine on the back, and it seemed that some concoction was applied on it. The sticky and dry skin didn't hurt so much when I picked it, but it was a little itchy.
On the contrary, the neck that was hit by Zhou Jingxian seemed to be stiff.
He twisted himself, and his joints made a crisp sound.
Click.
"hiss……"
Ning Wuyang took a breath of cold air.
Fortunately, it was straightened out and the pain passed.
He turned his already flexible neck and stared dully at Zhou Jingxian who was sitting next to him, holding a medicine bowl and smiling reluctantly.
"Princess Princess, let's discuss something."
"...Mr. Ning, tell me."
"If I want to scratch my back again, you can tie up my hands and feet, but don't hit my neck. If you hit me in the wrong place, we will meet again in the next life."
"..."
Zhou Jingxian thought: I won't let this happen.
She only takes action because she can knock people unconscious without hurting them.
Seeing that she didn't answer, Ning Wuyan could only think to himself, don't scratch in front of Zhou Jingxian next time to avoid neck pain.
He lay on the bed, turned his neck to look at the people in the room, and winked at Zhou Jingxian.
"Except for Brother Qin Shi, Princess, please invite everyone else out first. I have something to tell you two."
