Fuqu asked cautiously, "Princess, are you unhappy?"
Jiang Shumiao's eyes were somewhat vacant.
I miss home.
Fuqu asked in bewilderment, "Isn't this your home?"
Jiang Shumiao did not answer.
The home she was referring to was the Nuwa Palace.
The goddess Nuwa once said she was unruly, but couldn't bear to punish her, so she sent her to the Heavenly Palace to be taught. However, she didn't change her nature and caused trouble every day. The gods didn't like her, and eventually, they couldn't stand it anymore and sent her back.
Before she could even feel happy, she was banished to the mortal realm by the goddess Nuwa for trials.
Until the great war between gods and demons, when she sacrificed herself to heaven and earth, she never set foot in Nuwa Palace again.
If you calculate it carefully, it's been almost 20,000 years...
Fuqu was unaware of her mistress's thoughts, but since then, Jiang Shumiao has become much more obedient and has stopped causing trouble in class.
After school, Lu Yanzhi walked up to her and said with a smile, "Are you still angry with your cousin?"
Jiang Shumiao was carrying a small schoolbag and was quite petite. She had to crane her neck to talk to him, which she found tiring, so she simply didn't look at him.
"I wouldn't dare. My mother said that we should respect our teachers and listen to the teacher in the school."
Judging from her tone, Lu Yanzhi didn't think she was being stubborn, so he took out two clay figurines from his sleeve and handed them to her.
Jiang Shumiao was surprised, "A gift for me?"
Lu Yanzhi nodded.
"Um."
Jiang Shumiao took the clay figure, examined it from all angles, and said with some disdain, "It's not as good as mine."
Lu Yanzhi smiled and deliberately held out his hand, saying, "Then give it back to me."
Jiang Shumiao immediately put her hands behind her back, "How can you take back something that's already been given away? Why are you so stingy, sir?"
Lu Yanzhi smiled and gently patted the longevity knot on her head, asking softly, "Did it still hurt when I slapped your hand yesterday?"
Jiang Shumiao turned her head and said in a muffled voice, "It's been a whole night, and you're only asking now? You're just being hypocritical."
Lu Yan knew she was being temperamental, but since she was still young, it was normal for her to be a little proud, so he said softly, "Cousin was wrong, cousin apologizes to you, okay?"
Jiang Shumiao's eyes darted around, but she still kept the back of her head facing him.
Lu Yanzhi then said, "Your banquet and your brother's wedding are in a few days. I've spoken to Grand Secretary Chen and he's given you a day off."
Jiang Shumiao's eyes lit up.
"real?"
Lu Yanzhi nodded, "Really."
Jiang Shumiao jumped up with joy.
A holiday plus a banquet—it's double the joy!
After so long, Lu Yanhe has come to realize that his past relationship with Jiang Shuman was something he had ruined himself.
Now that you've been ordered to marry, you must treat the girl well.
Gu Zhiqing has also let go of Wen Zhixuan.
Clinging too tightly to things that are destined not to belong to you will only bring you trouble.
As the couple bowed to each other, she lowered her fan slightly and quickly looked up at Lu Yanhe opposite her.
Just then, Lu Yanhe also looked over.
Their eyes met, and both of them were startled. Gu Zhiqing then used her fan to cover her face.
Jiang Shumiao suddenly let out a sound of surprise.
Has the scumbag cousin and Gu Zhiqing's fate been connected?
The emperor's uncle, by sheer accident, actually did a good deed.
When she got back, she told her mother about it. "Last time at the polo field, I looked at that sister's face, and her marriage line was knotted. Today when I looked at her again, her face had changed. Her marriage palace is full, and she will have two sons and a daughter in the future. There will be no major disasters in the future. Yan and her brother are lucky even though they are simple-minded. Their future will be smooth and their family will be harmonious."
Xiao Yitang felt a sense of joy.
"Tell your aunt the news tomorrow, she'll be so happy."
Jiang Shumiao was also happy because Wen Zhixuan and Shen Qinghe were getting married in seven days, and she could take time off to attend the wedding.
The other students were all envious.
"Next time my father takes a concubine and holds a wedding banquet, I will also ask for leave."
Jiang Shumiao glanced at the chubby boy who was speaking.
"You're so filial, does your mother know?"
The chubby boy exclaimed "Ah!" and then his eyes lit up. "Yes, I'm going to go back and tell my mother to take the initiative to find a concubine for my father."
Jiang Shumiao: "..."
What's wrong with me having an itchy hand?
I really want to punch someone.
The fifth prince thought for a moment and said seriously, "Your mother might beat you."
The fifth princess raised her little fist, "I'll spank you."
Jiang Shumiao nodded, "Taking sick leave should be fine."
The chubby boy scratched his head, looking rather dim-witted, "But I don't like having to take medicine when I'm sick."
Jiang Shumiao said sincerely, "External injuries do not require oral medication."
"Really?"
"real."
Jiang Shumiao pulled out a rattan cane and urged, "So hurry back and tell your father that your mother is going to take a concubine for him, so you can take sick leave and wedding leave at the same time, which will add up to at least three days."
The chubby boy believed it and happily took the rattan cane home. After that, the seat in front of Jiang Shumiao remained empty for five days.
On the sixth day, he returned to the Imperial Academy with a long face, crying, "My mother whipped my father twenty times with a rattan cane, and my father whipped me twenty times. He also took away all my toys. I'm never asking for leave again, sob sob sob..."
Jiang Shumiao patted his shoulder sympathetically, "Don't look back in class tomorrow."
The chubby boy sobbed, "Why...why?"
Jiang Shumiao grinned from ear to ear, "My cousin is getting married tomorrow, and I'm going to the wedding banquet."
Little Fatty: "..."
The chubby boy burst into tears.
The Fifth Princess whispered to Jiang Shumiao, "Miaomiao, does he also want to attend the wedding?"
Out of friendship, the Fifth Prince comforted him, saying, "Don't cry. When you get married in the future, you'll not only have a wedding feast, but also at least seven days of wedding leave."
The chubby boy's mind worked quickly this time: "By then I would have grown up and wouldn't need to go to school anymore."
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