Mingzhiyuan. Mingzhiyuan. Mingzhiyuan.
Without indifference, there is no clear ambition; without tranquility, there is no far-reaching goal.
In the tea room, Cen Xijin struggled to hold the brush originally prepared for the second prince and wrote these three words over and over again on the paper - still using simplified Chinese from the 21st century. Cen Xijin was not afraid of being discovered, even if others Even if I find it, I can’t understand it.
Alas, Ming Zhiyuan, Ming Zhiyuan, only his outstanding appearance is worthy of such a name.
He is worthy of being the prince charming in the eyes of all the underage girls in Beijing. Even a mentally mature person like her cannot resist the temptation of beauty, let alone those innocent and ignorant little girls who are not familiar with the world.
It's just a pity.
Cen Xijin leaned on the table with a red face, and naturally and casually took out a piece of water chestnut cake from the basket he brought to eat. It originally tasted sweet and delicious, but it tasted like chewing wax in the mouth, and he didn't know the taste after eating it.
She had just inquired with Xiao Qunzi, and found out that although this gentle and jade-like young master of the Ming Dynasty had not yet made a formal marriage agreement with any girl, he was almost going to be the son-in-law of the royal family.
The young prince of the Duke of Wen State and his Majesty's eldest daughter, Princess Xianrong, started playing a series of nurturing games like "The man comes riding a bamboo horse and goes around the bed to play with green plums" from the time they put on crotchless pants. The relationship between the two parties is also very deep. The so-called everything is ready, just wait until they grow up to take care of things.
After learning the news, Cen Xijin immediately felt a little disgusted with the eldest princess Xianrong.
Human nature.
Cen Xijin was looking dazed and chewing the water chestnut cake with her eyes in a daze. She felt that it had no taste, but it smelled delicious!
Finally, I don't know which book boy could not sit still.
"Hey, hey, he's still a slave from the palace! You really enjoy eating this master's food!" The speaker was Xiao Jinbao, the book boy of Qian Mao, the young master of the Duke of Qing. When he said this, he was holding a small handkerchief embroidered with golden chrysanthemums and wiping his face with disgust.
As soon as he spoke, the little book boys who were dissatisfied with Cen Xijin opened the floodgates one after another.
"Yes, you are still there, chirping, chirping, and there are no rules at all! I really don't know how the masters in the palace teach others!" This person is Xiao Xingren, the book boy next to Li Tingyu, the youngest son of Dr. Guanglu. He is the most popular person.
So a little book boy with a smaller face and a more delicate face than a woman stood up sullenly: "You guys, don't go too far! It's okay to say it to him, but not if it involves the master!" What's more, they also took all the masters in the palace. All involved.
The sissy little Jinbao, who was wiping his face with a chrysanthemum handkerchief, then started to get angry: "Oh! You are really helping your own people! These eunuchs and eunuchs are indeed members of the same family!"
These people exchanged greetings with each other for a long time, which confused Cen Xijin's mind. She could only ask in a weak voice: "Aren't you...all eunuchs?"
Little Jinbao jumped up immediately, pointed the golden chrysanthemum handkerchief directly at Cen Xijin, and cursed: "Bah! Who is the eunuch! I am a serious man, you bitches are the eunuchs! "
Cen Xijin: "..." Who is the most effeminate? Why don't we discuss it?
However, this matter is really God's testimony. From the beginning to the end, she thought that the scholars in the Guozixue were all young father-in-laws... Moreover, the manner and tone of these people's words were very similar to those of eunuchs, especially The man wearing the chrysanthemum handkerchief not only had his face painted with makeup and powder, but even his big lips were painted rose red. He was a complete sissy.
The key point is that their names all start with the character "小". Isn't this the ready-made name for eunuchs?
At this moment, a bookboy showed two cute little tiger teeth and smiled softly: "Little sweet potato, do you really not know? The only bookboys we have here are the ones brought by the eldest prince. Jiuzi and the small group of people around Prince Guangling are the father-in-law! Hehe, now I have you again, it’s really great!"
What hee hee! What’s really great! I go--
Cen Xijin suddenly felt goosebumps popping up one after another on her arms, and her scalp was numb. Please, if you're not a eunuch, please don't be so girly, okay?
"Hey, it seems you don't know us very well. Hee hee, hello, little sweet potato, my name is Xiao Teapot, and I am the person who serves the young master of Wen Guogong's family." After saying this, Xiao Teapot's face turned red with embarrassment. One piece, two white tiger teeth are looming under the cover of pink lips, which makes her look extremely girlish.
"Hey, hello, hello!" Cen Xijin endured the coldness, not only smiled on his face, but also stood up and took the initiative to shake hands with him.
If Zhiyuan is Prince Charming, then the shy little teapot is holding the horse next to classmate Xiao Ming. It is impossible not to hug this big-legged Cen Xijin.
As soon as he sat down after shaking hands with the little teapot, the book boy, whose face was more delicate than the woman's, introduced simply and neatly in a calm voice: "I am the eldest prince's little eagle."
"Brother-in-law?!" Cen Xijin suddenly jumped up from his seat again.
Then she heard the tea room full of laughter... Then, the face of the eldest prince's brother-in-law became more and more gloomy.
"Vulture, the eagle of the eagle." Apparently the little eagle had explained his name too many times. However, as the eldest prince grows older, more and more people will definitely ask this question.
"Are you also the father-in-law?" Cen Xijin held his chin and thought, since the little Jiuzi's master is the eldest prince, then he is one of the "Three Great Eunuchs of the Tea Room".
The little eagle pursed her thin lips and said in a sexy and magnetic voice, "Yeah."
"..." Cen Xijin shook his head regretfully, what a waste of natural resources.
There was also a eunuch, who was the small group who carried her all the way.
The more Cen Xijin thought about it, the more confused he felt. It seemed that of the only three eunuchs in the tea room, two of them were as neat and clean as pure men, and the other one, she, was just a tomboy.
But among the normal-gendered book boys, one is softer than the other, and each one is more effeminate than the other.
Regarding this group of people, there is also a saying circulating in the teahouse:
Xiao Chunni’s face, little teapot’s teeth. The nails of the small abacus, the hair of the small window. Xiao Xing’s waistband, Xiao Jinbao’s chrysanthemum.
As for the two eunuch brothers who were the target of attention, they also had something to say:
The arms and legs of Xiaoqunzi, the paintings of Xiaojiuzi.
But what’s so special about Cen Xijin?
Face, ugly.
Teeth, not beautiful.
Nails, short.
Hair, sparse.
She only has two big feet.
Cen Xijin spent the whole morning figuring out the human relations in the teahouse, only to find that the doorway here was quite tortuous. Although these little bookboys have low status, the masters behind them are all descendants of the families of high-ranking officials and relatives.
Therefore, it is necessary to make friends with these people.
It wasn't until a calm middle-aged man walked out of the Guozi Academy that the group of young ancestors inside poured out like a tide, chasing, playing and laughing under the shade of the trees.
Cen Xijin realized that it seemed that get out of class was over and it was time for lunch.
However, everyone has come out...why hasn't the second prince come out yet?
